Hello villain, let me see your teeth

Looking back, I saw a little boy wearing long-sleeved trousers, with a blue-gray face, densely covered with small wounds, looking at himself timidly.

"I didn't hit you with it on purpose. I wear it properly, but it keeps falling off." Although his tone was soft, Xia Zhen still felt a little cold in the air.

He lowered his head and looked at it. There was an obvious footprint on the ball-like round headgear at his feet.

Thinking of the "ball" she stepped on on the train and the wailing heard at the entrance of the theater, Xia Zhen felt a little guilty.

Lifting his foot, he gently kicked the headgear back to the child.

The child happily picked it up, and couldn't wait to put the hood on his head before wiping it clean.The blood-stained face originally looked more cracked with his movements, and even small pieces of skin were peeling off.

When he finally put it on, his hands and neck were covered with wounds where the skin had fallen off and was exposed.

Xia Zhen swallowed uncomfortably, and looked at him with a frown: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"I've been dead for many years, it won't hurt." As he spoke, the little boy reached out and pulled a piece of skin exposed from the edge of the headgear, and pulled it off easily, "It's just that my face keeps peeling off, and the headgear doesn't stick."

It was only then that Xia Zhen realized that the headgear fit his facial features very well, and there was no difference in his speech and movements, except that there was no closure at the bottom, so it couldn't wrap around his chin, but the edge was loosely attached to his chin.

The train jerked, staggered, and was about to fall.

"How about I sew the headgear on your head?" I checked the medicine box before I came, and there were medical needles and threads in it.

The boy who was trying to put the hood back in place looked at Xia Zhen with surprise on his face: "Is it okay?"

"Is there anything I can do? It's a matter of convenience." Xia Zhen waved her hand nonchalantly. Isn't it just skin suturing, an experienced person.

Open the medicine box, take out the suture needle and thread and povidone iodine, put on gloves, put on a mask, put a cushion on the medicine box, and look at the boy on the other side with glowing eyes and looking forward to him: "Come and let me have a look. "

Sitting obediently on the medicine box, Xia Zhen first wiped off the footprints on the headgear with a cotton ball, then wiped off the blood on the skin, and then touched the exposed tissues under the headgear with her hands, only the superficial skin fell off. The tissues are still intact: "Is this really painless?"

"No pain."

Xia Zhen pricked the exposed tissue under his wound again with a sterilized needle: "How about this?"

"No pain."

Xia Zhen knew it well, and simply disinfected his skin.Changed a pair of gloves, picked up the needle and thread.

"Close your eyes, look up, and tell me if it hurts."

The first stitch went down, and easily passed through the muscle under the right ear, and hooked it together with the headgear. Xia Zhen, who entered the working state, calmly sewed up the skin and the headgear under her hands, concentrating on it, flowing smoothly, and didn't even think about it. Some strange figures appeared around the carriage.

After getting started, the stitching was done very quickly, and it was soon over. I used a needle and thread to tie a knot under the left ear skillfully, and applied iodophor to disinfect it with a sense of ritual. Xia Zhen took a step back and glanced at the edge of the stitching. It's still flat.

But there is no other way, the opening of the headgear is relatively large, and the edge was retracted to the inside of the mandible for good-looking when sewing.So that there is a raised fold behind the ears on both sides.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking expectantly at Xia Zhen standing in front of him.

He reached out and touched his chin. The lower edge of the hood was tightly attached to his chin, and he pulled off the hood in disbelief.

Didn't drop!Really did not drop! !

Xia Zhen took out a round mirror from the medicine box and handed it to him: "Take a look."

The boy took the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe that the headgear that had troubled him for many years was actually firmly attached to his skin, and there was no trace of stitching at all from the front.

Standing up and taking a closer look under the lamp, I suddenly wanted to cry, but since I died, I haven't cried for many years.

Seeing the boy's expression, Xia Zhen smiled with satisfaction, knelt down, and skillfully packed up the tools placed in the carriage.

"Boom boom boom——"

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded in the carriage, accompanied by the sound of things being dragged on the ground.

Looking up, the person who came was nearly two meters tall, wearing a black robe, a black hat with a large brim, and a beak mask on his head, holding a portable candlestick lamp in his left hand, and dragging a long wooden stick with a hook in his right hand.

As a medical student, Xia Zhen was very familiar with the strange appearance of the man in front of her.

Plague doctors, in the Middle Ages, the Black Death was rampant in Europe, and a large-scale population died. When everyone knew nothing about the plague and was helpless, they stood up, wearing such attire, and walked on the front line of fighting the plague.From the perspective of modern people, it can be said that the treatment methods are unbelievable, and they clumsily resist the raging plague. Although most of the treatment methods do not have much effect, and even do more harm than good, there are still many people who are artificial for future medical development. made a contribution.

It's just that too many people died of illness later, and this dress became the embodiment of death in the eyes of others.

The person who came stood at the junction of the front and rear carriages, did not continue to go up, but just looked straight at Xia Zhen in a white coat.

Xia Zhen squatted on the spot. Although she knew that she had the buff to avoid injury, she was still a little nervous, trying to see what he was thinking, but the mask completely blocked his eyes and expressions, so she couldn't see anything.

At this moment, the boy jumped up and ran to him.But before he got close, he stopped him with a wooden stick.

The boy raised his chin indifferently, pointed at the seam of the jaw, and looked at him excitedly: "Brother Bird, look, look, this sister has sewn up the headgear, and my face won't fall off again."

The other party raised the wooden stick and poked at the stitched edge, then stopped for a few seconds, as if he was carefully examining the wound.

After sizing up, he turned his head to look at Xia Zhen, tapped the ground with the wooden stick, then raised the wooden stick and pointed at the yellow iodophor that flowed down the boy's neck.

Looking at his actions, he was probably curious about the medicine.

"That's povidone iodine, which can be used for disinfection and sterilization." He said and threw the povidone iodine that hadn't been put in the medicine box to the other party.

The plastic medicine bottle fell in front of him, and the boy picked it up and handed it to him graciously.

He bent down and put down the lantern in his hand, took the iodophor from the boy, looked carefully at the bottle, then at the boy standing in front of him, knocked on the lantern on the ground, and stretched out the wooden stick in front of the boy , said something briefly to the boy.

Xia Zhen was still a few meters away from him, and only heard a muffled grunt, which was not clear.

The boy obediently picked up the lantern and held the end of the stick with the other hand, and was about to follow him back.

When the boy stepped over the junction, the lights hanging in the carriage flickered suddenly.

Walking to the other section of the carriage, she turned her head to look at Xia Zhen, and smiled happily: "Thank you sister, I'm leaving, see you by fate."

The hood was on his head, fitting perfectly to his face, and even the expression was extraordinarily vivid, as if he should have looked like this.

Xia Zhen raised her hand and was about to say goodbye to him, but before she could say anything, the boy followed him and disappeared into the darkness.

Calm was restored in the carriage.

Soon the train arrived at the gate of the amusement park. Xia Zhen carried the medicine box on her back and stood at the gate. As soon as it stopped, she immediately jumped off. When she reached the gate, she looked back at the carriage she had stayed in just now. , I saw that the glass in the compartment was covered with a distorted face.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the little girl in overalls who was chatting with me at the door before the game started, her face was distorted like this.

Noticing Xia Zhen's gaze, she waved at Xia Zhen excitedly.

Xia Zhen looked at her, although her facial features were distorted, there was no fear in her eyes.

Players do not need to help themselves, the game is not life-threatening.

Turning around and walking out of the gate, before he could react, he saw a flash of white light, and Xia Zhen had already returned to the shop when he opened his eyes again.

Putting down the medicine box and sitting on the chair, before he could take a breath, he received two messages from the system in succession.

[The treatment of the clown failed. According to the system inspection and the feedback from the dungeon administrator, the patient has serious mental illness, extreme mentality and stubborn opinion, and has a strong prejudice against the dentist. Deduct your healing points. 】

[Because you took the initiative to help Ron, a skinless child with a congenital genetic disease, in the dungeon. This behavior is in line with the system's concept of caring for the weak and saving lives and healing the wounded. 20 points are hereby rewarded.I hope you will continue to maintain the benevolence and sincerity of a medical student in the next treatment process. 】

I didn't expect that there would be a surprise in this failed visit.

Xia Zhen, who was bored all the way because of the clown's strong resistance to her, felt all depression in her chest.

Feel free to clean and disinfect the used utensils that you have brought in the past, and then put them into the sterilization cabinet.

After packing everything up, the sky was slightly bright, and suddenly a sense of drowsiness hit her, and her eyelids were particularly heavy.

Turning off the light, returning to the room, before taking off his coat, he collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Xia Zhen didn't sleep well.

She dreamed that she was looking for a clown with a medicine box, but she couldn't find him, but met Dr. Bird's Beak on the way, and before she could run, she was followed by Doctor's Bird's Beak holding a wooden stick with a hook, constantly hooking her ankle.

As soon as she fell to the ground, the big octopus in the cabin ran over and hugged her legs, and put her on a chair. Then Ron, the boy in the hood, held up six or seven masks and asked her to choose which one looked better. Xia Zhen answered six or seven times, Can make him dissatisfied every time.

So Dr. Bird's Beak and Ron pulled the octopus off her leg, tied her aside, conjured up a barbecue grill on the spot, put the big octopus on it, and there was a sound of stabbing, and white smoke rose, and everything was cooked. Didn't sprinkle it, there was a familiar fragrance.

Xia Zhen sniffed it carefully, and it actually smelled like barbecue!Unexpectedly, the species of octopus under the cabin is actually grilled octopus.

Xia Zhen in the dream immediately regretted that she didn't catch it and roast it on the spot when they first met, it must be super delicious.

After the octopus was baked, Ron cut off the octopus with scissors and handed it to Dr. Bird Beak. He swallowed the bird beak one by one. Is it really a bird?Not a mask?

Xia Zhen just watched the two of them eat the car-sized octopus one by one, drooling.

He didn't leave a single beard for himself.