Survival Game: I Have Recorded Mirror

Chapter 144 Write down the infection
Yang Chenggang agreed to his younger sister's request. My younger sister is the youngest child in the family and has always been loved by everyone. Seeing her pleading eyes, he knew something was wrong, so he agreed.

When he was about to go out to call Master Mei, he specially called Zhan Xiaobai and another nurse over, and asked them to accompany his sister to take care of her the whole time, and promised to give him a generous reward after the work was done.

Zhan Xiaobai was about to see what Miss Yang was going to do, so he nodded and agreed.

Not long after staying in the ward, Master Mei came in, still holding his red candle in his hand.

"Miss Yang, what's wrong with you?" Master Mei asked.

"My hands are a little uncomfortable and feel very stiff." Ms. Yang said while lying on the bed.

"Stiff hands? Can you feel the presence of your hands?" Master Mei asked. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with this behavior, because sometimes when his magic power was relatively weak or when the entire operation was not going particularly well, Patients experience various discomforts.

Miss Yang took out a hand from under the quilt, stretched it forward and said to Master Mei, "Master Mei, it's this hand, quickly check if it's broken?"

Master Mei dragged the wheelchair and turned two steps forward, reached her bedside and raised her hand, observing carefully.

Miss Yang's white and tender hands suddenly turned purple and black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

evil Dead!How can it be?

Her operation must have been successful, but why did Miss Yang's hands show the characteristics of a dead person?
No, the operation failed!

All the signs in front of him showed that Miss Yang lying on the bed was no longer a human being at all, she was just a corpse.

Master Mei thought badly, and immediately turned the wheelchair, wanting to retreat, but it was too late, Miss Yang grabbed Master Mei's arm with her dark purple hand, and dragged him onto the bed.

It was not convenient for Master Mei to move out of the wheelchair, so he had to hastily hit the red candle in his hand on Miss Yang's head.

Ms. Yang had been prepared for a long time, and she dodged Master Mei's attack by bending her head to the side. Hei Zi's hand had already hardened like a knife, and it was inserted into Master Mei's stomach at once.

Seeing that Ms. Yang's victory was in sight, Master Mei ran out of her hair at this moment, and many dark red bugs all crawled into Ms. Yang's body along Ms. Yang's purple-black hand.

Miss Yang's body immediately became shriveled and became skinny after a while. Master Mei endured the pain and pushed Miss Yang, then completely fell on the bed and did not move.

Miss Yang is completely dead, whether she is a human or a ghost.

Standing behind the medical cabinet, Zhan Xiaobai took out the book of life and death, and quietly wrote a sentence on the page of Master Mei.

Died of acute infection.

Master Mei loves playing with these bugs the most, and these bugs have also given him great benefits. If he dies from the infection of the virus carried by these bugs, it must be a very happy ending for him.

I'm such a sweetheart!
Zhan Xiaobai couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

Master Mei clutched his wound, sat in a wheelchair, and quickly left the ward. He no longer cared about the two nurses in the room.

Fortunately, I usually put a very thick waist support on my waist to make myself look more straight when sitting in a wheelchair.

When Ms. Yang stretched out her hand just now, it first penetrated his waist protector, and then entered his abdomen. Fortunately, because of the existence of the waist protector, only the part of the finger came in, and he still had some rescue. .

He hurried back to his own studio, where he put a lot of famous medicines, which he usually used for treatment.

He took out the box of life-saving herbal medicine from his safe, on the one hand, he decocted it himself, and on the other hand, he crushed it into fine powder, and applied it to his sutured wound.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain Miss Yang's death to Miss Yang's brother, he suddenly developed a high fever.

There was also a severe burning sensation from the abdominal wound. He opened his clothes and found that the wound had festered severely, and a lot of thick water mixed with black and yellow objects flowed out, and the smell was extremely smelly.

The wound should not be infected, the main ingredient of the powder of the herbal medicine here, but the corpse of his Gu King Worm back then contained a lot of energy substances.

But the situation could no longer allow him to delay taking care of the reasons, so he immediately took a wheelchair to the ordinary operating room.

For the convenience of Master Mei's communication, this beauty hospital has manufactured a lot of escalators for wheelchair walking, and the speed of Master Mei's reaching the operating room is not slow.

"Quick, quick, give me antibiotics, I have an infection."

When several doctors and nurses saw that Master Mei had such a serious infection, they immediately gave him antibiotics and other medicines.

But Master Mei's condition didn't improve, his stomach became more rotten, and it showed the appearance of anthrax, which was completely necrotic.

The speed of deterioration was much faster than he had imagined, and during this process, the only thing that puzzled him was that with the deterioration of the infection, his nervous consciousness should gradually become blurred.

However, his entire nervous consciousness was very clear, and he could only watch helplessly as his body rotted away bit by bit.

First the abdomen, and then slowly to the chest.

He could clearly feel that his breathing was getting slower and slower, and his heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

When the doctors and nurses were about to intubate him, Master Mei refused. He knew that he didn't have much time and all these intubations would be in vain.

The sky outside gradually became dark, and the lights in the ward gradually became dazzling. Finally, at this moment, for the first time, he felt that the world was so long.

How much he wanted to fall asleep in a daze, instead of watching his body rot away little by little. No matter how many painkillers he took, he could still feel the burning pain from his entire chest.

The lights dimmed slowly, and he thought to himself who was so kind to dim the light a little, and his eyes felt much more comfortable.

The next moment, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. The whole ward was densely filled with various ghosts. He wanted to scream, but the rot had reached his throat and he couldn't speak.

The ghosts he recognized were all his disciples and his customers who wanted beauty treatment.

Ghosts with ugly faces swooped towards him again and again, as if they wanted to rush into his head, and the shock waves made his soul tremble.

(End of this chapter)