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Chapter 99 "The Omniscient Eye" Part [-]

I lay on the bed, tears falling from the corners of my eyes.

I was about to get up, but my father yelled: "Lie quietly, I asked for half a month's personal leave. I have already agreed with your school that I will take care of you for the next half month. There is also your mother's funeral. It will be done soon, you are not allowed to cry secretly."

I wanted to raise my head, but my father pushed me onto the pillow with my hands.

"What do you want to do? What if you fall down while walking around? Or do you want to go to your mother's hospital bed and cry to your heart's content? Can you cry with your current injury? Hold it in, are you still my son? That's all. Can't bear it anymore? Isn't it your mother... gone..." Dad said that he couldn't control his emotions here, turned his head and covered his face with his hands as he cried.

I know, Dad cried.

I didn't dare to move anymore. The doctor had previously told me not to use too many expressions to prevent the wound from opening.

Dad was silent for a moment and said: "You wait here, I will deal with some things. I will come over at dinner time and bring you food."

Before I could answer, my father walked out of the ward.

I looked at the ceiling, my mind in confusion.

My left eye was still very painful yesterday, and I couldn't feel it when I woke up this morning.

I reached out and touched the gauze on the wound, and felt no pain at all.

This made me curiously grab the gauze and want to take it off, but I remembered what the doctor said yesterday.

The doctor said it would take at least a week before the stitches could be removed and there would definitely be scarring.

As for the obviousness of the scar, it will depend on these seven days, so try not to take off the gauze except for changing the dressing.Eat light and avoid oil and spicy food.

I put my hand down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

A cat meows in my ears.

I turned my head slightly and looked around but didn't find anything.

When I turned my head again.

The cat meowed again.

I could hear the sound, it was Oscar the fat cat’s cry.

Besides Oscar, there are almost no other cats in the hospital.

I said to the old man in the bed next to me: "Excuse me, did you hear the cat meow?"

The old man reacted and looked at me and said, "What did you say?"

"Excuse me, did you hear the cat meow?" I said in a slightly louder voice.

"Cat? I'm old. I can't hear because my ears are gone." The old man said.

The little girl on the bed opposite stood up and said, "I think I heard a cat meowing."

I gritted my teeth and realized that it was indeed the voice of Fat Cat Oscar.

It should be nearby right now.

"What's your name, little sister?" I said.

"Ino." The little girl said with a smile.

The room was silent, and the door of the ward was lightly tapped.

I said to the little girl at the next table: "Ino, there seems to be something outside the door. Can you open the door for me? See what's there?"

The little girl nodded her head and said, "Okay, Brother One-Eyed Dragon, I'll open the door right now."

The little girl stood up slowly and opened the door.

I said, "What is it?"

The little girl said calmly: "Cat, the cat has come in."

I straightened up subconsciously.

He glanced at the old man on the bed next to him, and he didn't look bad at this time.Looking at the TV on the wall, I laughed hard.

I looked at the little girl again and said, "Ino, what disease do you have?"

The little girl looked at me and said: "Asthma, you need to rest for a month."

At this time I looked at the fourth and last person in the room.It was a woman lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

"I'm sorry, aunt, what disease do you have?" I asked helplessly.

"You are the only one who is sick. Can't you tell that I am nine months pregnant? There are no more hospital beds, so they are allocated here." The woman said.

Only then did I realize that the woman had a swollen belly covered by a quilt.

After a moment, the fat cat Oscar actually appeared in my field of vision, and a few of them climbed onto my bed with difficulty.

Then he yelled at me and nestled in the corner of my sheets.

. . .

The three people present looked at me, and I looked at Oscar the fat cat.

"Is this the cat that can only predict death? I understand why you asked me what's wrong with me," the woman said.

The old man looked at it and sighed and said, "My child, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me."

"Brother One-Eyed Dragon, what is the Death Cat?" the little girl asked as she walked over slowly, curiously planning to reach out and touch the fat cat Oscar nestled in the corner of the bed.

But my mind was blank at the moment, and I subconsciously stopped the little girl's hand and said, "Ino, don't touch it. It's very vicious, and it scratched my eyes."

The little girl retracted her hand and took a few steps back.

And all I can think about is am I going to die?Can't make it through tonight?
How could I die?Could it be a wound infection?

I touched the gauze on my left eye and got out of bed.

He said to the woman: "Auntie, this cat can scratch people. Don't let the little girl touch the cat."

The woman nodded her head and said, "I understand, where are you going?"

I said helplessly: "Go to the doctor and find out why you are dying tonight."

I walked out of the ward, being careful with almost every step.

I was afraid that I would die in some accident.I went to the duty room of the doctor who treated me. He was also working today.

The doctor has just finished seeing a patient, and there are three more waiting behind him.

I jumped in and said, "Oscar just got into my bed, and now he's still in my bed."

"Which cat?" the doctor said in confusion, putting down the case at hand.

I nodded my head and said, "That's that cat. Could I be infected with something? Will I not survive tonight?"

The doctor waved to me and said, "Everyone, wait a minute. Come over here and let me take a closer look."

I walked over and the doctor took off my gauze.

The doctor looked at me for a long time and said: "The wound is almost healed, it doesn't look like there is anything wrong. You have also been vaccinated against rabies. It is impossible for you to die tonight. Have you been caught by it? Are you feeling persecuted?"

"I may be wrong, but the other four people in the ward won't be, right?" I said.

"Take me to have a look. Those who are checking here should go to the other doctor's room to queue up first. Sorry, I made you queue in vain." The doctor said a few words to the other patients and followed me.

I took the doctor from the outpatient clinic to the inpatient area and came to my ward.

At this time, Oscar, the fat cat, was still nesting on my bed.

The doctor took a breath and said, "This is the first time I've seen it. It turns out the rumors are true."

"Doctor, do you mean I'm really going to die?" I said anxiously.

The doctor took a few steps forward and poked Oscar, the fat cat.

But it didn't move.

The doctor slowly turned it over, only to find that the fat cat Oscar seemed to be dead.

The doctor put his stethoscope on his ear and pointed it at the cat's belly. After listening for a moment, he said, "I'm not a veterinarian, but this cat seems to be dead. So you go to the hospital around the corner. There is a pet hospital and call the veterinarian."

I nodded my head and was about to run out.

The doctor shouted again: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you. You don't even know if you have money, and you may not be able to hire a veterinarian."

After the doctor finished speaking, he picked up the fat cat Oscar and ran out.

15 minutes later, there was a pet hospital on the corner of the hospital.

The veterinarian examined him for a moment and said, "He's dead."

The doctor asked: "What's the cause of death?"

The veterinarian sighed and said: "This cat was more than ten years old at least. It died a normal death. It is what you call death of old age. We have a pet funeral parlor here."

The doctor smiled and said, "No need, my hospital has a morgue."

The veterinarian smiled and said, "Does this mean we are competing for business?"

"This cat has been in our hospital for several years. Some people like it and some hate it because of its predicted death. Handing it over to the hospital is an apology for it," the doctor said with a smile.

"Is this the death cat?" the veterinarian said as he looked at it.

. . .

There was a moment of silence, and the doctor paid the consultation fee, picked up the fat cat Oscar, and walked out.

And I stood up after him.

"Doctor, am I going to die tonight?" I said.

"Be careful, this is just a rumor after all." The doctor said with a smile.

"But I saw it successfully predicted two people, one of whom was my mother." I said.

"Sorry, people can't be so superstitious. Your wound is fine, I can guarantee that." The doctor said.

. . . . . .

The doctor took the cat to the hospital morgue.

And when I returned to the ward, I was completely covered.

Women and old men asked me about Oscar.

I told them everything, and they stopped asking.

In the evening, my father came with dinner, but I didn’t mention Oscar’s visit.

After dinner, my father returned home, and I tensed up on the hospital bed.

The night was getting dark, and I couldn't sleep at all.

Until the time came to twelve o'clock little by little, and then passed twelve o'clock.

A little closer, a little more than that.

Then two o'clock, three o'clock and then four o'clock.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning the next day that I saw the morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

My tense nerves relaxed and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already noon, and things were over like this.

But at some point, the news that the cat was pronounced dead on my bed spread throughout the hospital.

The fat cat Oscar was buried in a grand ceremony in the hospital, and reporters came here specifically to interview him.When the interview came to me, I chose to avoid it.

News reports about Oscar the Grim Reaper Cat appeared in newspapers, in the news and on the encyclopedia.

The stitches were removed six days later, leaving only a small scar on the left eye.

The left eye was much redder than the right eye, and things were a little blurry.

I explained the situation to the doctor.

The doctor smiled and said: "It has been covered for seven days, and it is normal to be slightly red and blurry. It will be fine in a few days, and the eyeball must not be hurt."

And after a few days the blur didn't get better, I discovered something else.

(End of this chapter)