Doctor of Healing

Chapter 228 Horror Package (Leader sueyee12 plus more × 4)

After a few words, Dr. Meng from the emergency department obviously calmed down.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I heard from other people that the patient obviously has mental symptoms. Why don't you suggest that she go to a mental hospital?"

I just said this question, but Ji Xiang didn't agree with Dr. Meng's words, so I asked it again.

Dr. Meng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

It seems that he has a story, Ji Xiang thought about it, and came to the operating room of the system with breathless concentration.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang first greeted the system NPC, and then told what he saw and the questions in his heart.

"What the doctor said is all right." The system NPC said lightly, "Many diseases manifest as mental types, but only treating the appearance will cause the real illness to get worse."

"Really? But I think the patient is really mentally ill." Ji Xiang was a little confused.

"Give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

"Do you feel the same way?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Although it is said that he can think of it with his toenails, but let himself feel a little girl sitting on his shoulders, blowing cold air from time to time...

This is a bit too much.

Besides, Jixiang feels that both himself and the system NPC are materialists, and he will never believe in those strange things.

Unexpectedly, there is such a horror package in the system.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, teacher, I want to try."

"A lot of strange feelings are just a certain manifestation of the disease. You have to be firm on this." The system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next surgery room, and he warned Ji Xiang on the way.

"Teacher, will it be scary?" Ji Xiang felt like he was going to play an inexplicable haunted house game.

"Scary? If you don't understand illness, sending the patient to a mental hospital is the greatest horror in life!" said the system NPC.

"..."

Ji Xiang was silent.

The system NPC was very annoying when he poured chicken soup, but it is much cuter than now, Ji Xiang would rather listen to him pour chicken soup.

Light and shadow flickered, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room with a strong smell of inferior spices between his nose and mouth.

Opposite him sat a [-]-year-old man with an immortal demeanor, looking at him intently.

"Master, if you want to be different, please." A middle-aged woman begged.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled that "I" was a 20-year-old male who was always feeling unwell recently. He visited all the hospitals saying that he was "hysteria", that is, neuropathy.

The family members thought that he was evil, and after seeking medical treatment to no avail, they took him to the home of a nearby master.

"It's not easy." The old man with a sense of demeanor said in a low voice, "Have you been to a place with a lot of yin recently?"

Yin Qi?

what is that?
"Have you gone?" The middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No..." "Myself" said in a trance, and Ji Xiang didn't realize until now that he was in the spectator mode.

"Does the morgue count?" "Myself" asked an extremely stupid question.

Jixiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student, and some time ago he went to the mortuary with a few boys to carry the general teacher out of the anatomy class.

It is said to be a morgue, but the mortuary of the general teacher of the medical school is different from the traditional one.

The general teachers who were soaking in a bath full of formalin didn't look gloomy at all.

Because once you enter, you can't open your eyes, and there is no time to be afraid.

In addition, several boys were talking and laughing, so "I" didn't notice this problem at the time.

The general teacher is very heavy, and four strong male students are carrying it on a stretcher. "I" feel that the general teacher weighs at least 300 kilograms.

I don't know why the general teacher is so heavy.

"Oh, it's not easy." The fairy-like old man sighed and squinted his eyes to look at "myself". His eyes were so bright that Ji Xiang panicked.

After a long time, the immortal old man said, "It is said that a young man of this age is full of yang energy, and ordinary evil spirits can't get on his body. But the more he is like this, the stronger the evil spirits on his upper body will be. I can't guarantee it, so try your best. "

"Thank you master, thank you master."

The middle-aged woman should be "my" mother. Ji Xiang saw her take a thick envelope and hand it to the master with both hands.

A young man next to the immortal old man took the envelope and weighed it.

"It can only be said to try. I am already old, but I can't guarantee it."

He said, raising his hand.

The mahogany sword appeared in his hand.

The fairy-like old man stood up, muttering something, and brandishing the mahogany sword.

Unlike martial arts postures, he seems to be dancing, with gentle movements, and some clips even show the flexibility of his soft waist.

For his age, this is already a difficult move.

Soon, the old man with a sense of demeanor put his left middle finger and index finger together, and said in his mouth, "Hey!"

The voice was urgent, loud, and thunderous.At the same time, the mahogany sword "suddenly" passed by Ji Xiang's ear, and the faint sound of wind and thunder made Ji Xiang jump.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ji Xiang was taken aback, although he was in the bystander mode, he was still frightened.

There were bloodstains faintly on the mahogany sword, but more blood appeared on the old man's body.

A Chinese-style double-breasted blouse was caught at some point with five scratches, and it was stained with blood.

Coupled with the fact that the old man vomited blood on the spot, a strange and gloomy atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction where the mahogany sword was stabbed in the old man's hand just now, but found nothing.

Although Ji Xiang is a complete materialist and does not believe in ghosts and gods, but seeing the tragic situation of the immortal old man with his own eyes at this time, he can't help feeling suspicious.

But Jixiang still thinks that this master is from Xibei, and he seems to have seen everything he witnessed just now in some book.

"Master!" "My" mother exclaimed.

"No problem." The immortal old man covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then took out a pill from his bosom and ate it.

After a few minutes, he sighed deeply.

"The evil spirit was temporarily injured by me, but it has profound powers. I can't completely subdue the demon, I can only temporarily suppress it."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman panicked, "Then what should I do!"

"Wait for me to recuperate for a few days." The immortal old man said, "It's really not possible. Come back after a while, and I will ask the teacher to use the talisman to subdue the demon."

"My" mother kept expressing her gratitude, and it seemed that she was about to kneel down.

After leaving, Jixiang carefully recalled the situation just now, all the actions of the old man were flawless, even if Jixiang was wearing colored glasses to find faults, he couldn't find out where the problem was at all.

eccentric!
The scratches on the master's body, the blood on the mahogany sword, and the blood spitting out of his mouth... These all silently proved the tragedy of "that battle".

But Ji Xiang felt that the master was lying.

(End of this chapter)