I Wasn't Born Lucky

Doctor J now likes Sherlock more and more. He not only repays his kindness, but also is so enthusiastic and kind. He introduces such a seriously ill patient to himself. Such a person is not only a gospel for himself, but also a gospel for the patients. .

He hasn't been out for a long time, so he can't remember the process clearly.

Doctor J fumbled left and right on his shirt for a while, then took out a medical record book stained with blood and an unknown yellow liquid, made a record, and said to the sick ghost in front of him: "Please sit down. "

As he spoke, he looked around, bent his legs and sat on the railing beside the corridor.

Just pretend to be seeing a doctor in the infirmary.

Sick ghost: "..."

He was a little overwhelmed.

Dr. J looked at his stooped body, gave him three seconds to react, and then wrote and read under the case to himself: "This patient seems to have some hearing problems, his mind is simple, and his limbs are not well coordinated. Don't understand my order..."

The sick grimace gradually turns green.

Command, is this treating him like a dog?

Dr. J wrote here, then raised his head and said: "Is there any other symptoms, let me see, oh, my face is blue, there are too many wrinkles, and the scoliosis is serious, oh no, you are not simply sick, this is poisoning, This, this is..."

He didn't know what he found, and he danced excitedly.

Xiao Li saw his desire to show off, and asked intimately: "Doctor J, what's wrong with him?"

"This, this is that disease! It's that, you know, that." Dr. J scratched his ears and cheeks, and he clenched his left hand into a fist against his bird's beak mask, rubbing back and forth, as if in his own huge knowledge base meditation.

He was wearing a full set of plague doctor's shirt. Once he calmed down, he looked like a real doctor, but it was a pity that the deep feeling was ruined as soon as he opened his mouth.

After 5 minutes, Doctor J laboriously concluded: "It's parasitism, it's reincarnation, it's reversal."

He felt that what he said made sense, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I'm so talented! But how can I cure this disease? How can I stop his changes, how can I make him stop coughing, how can I make him calm down?"

Doctor J suddenly paused at this point.

The sick ghost had never heard of Doctor J's name before, but this did not prevent him from suddenly having a bad premonition.

He stammered and coughed: "Cough, cough, I don't need treatment, I'm used to it, cough."

"Another symptom, passive treatment, this won't work, this won't work." Doctor J turned a deaf ear, he began to keep looking out of the corridor, as if looking for something that could be used, searching like a falcon, "here No, I don't have my medical equipment, I'm not professional, but my superb surgical skills can fully make up for this shortcoming, as long as I can find the right tools-"

His gaze first stared at the small yellow umbrella in Wang Huai's hand, and measured the size in his mind, then he felt that it was not thick enough, and then condensed on the eternal soul umbrella in Shen Mizhi's hand.

Shen Mizhi suddenly understood what he meant and handed it to him.

Doctor J grabbed the handle of the Eternal Soul Umbrella, erected it like a stick, and walked towards the sick ghost.

"You, cough cough, what do you want to do, you, go away, cough cough." The sick ghost subconsciously turned around and tried to escape, but his short and hunchbacked body made him walk very slowly. He coughed and was covered by Doctor J. The stick was swung up and hit the temple, and several more sticks in a row, and he fell to the ground rolling his eyes.

"Dangdang, the treatment was successful!" Dr. J was quite proud. He let go of the eternal soul umbrella and looked at the unconscious sick ghost on the ground. , I'm so awesome."

Xiao Li applauded: "Amazing."

Successfully cured a patient and was praised by Sherlock again, which made Dr. J feel twice as happy. He couldn't help turning around happily, holding his beak mask.

Xiao Li: "But Doctor J, can I ask you to do me a favor again?"

Dr. J: "What's the matter? It's my duty."

Xiao Li pointed to the sick ghost lying on the ground: "Let him wake up again, I have questions to ask him."

other people:? ? ?

Why didn't you say this earlier?

Sherlock, you have no heart.

Doctor J seemed to be stumped by this question, and he didn't answer for a long time.

"I said it was too difficult—" Xiao Li asked tentatively.

"No," Dr. J immediately interrupted him, "I can, of course I can, a good doctor can also revive a sleeping patient, let me think about it, let me think about it..."

Now he regretted the blow so hard just now, only a little bit.

Dr. J paced back and forth, and suddenly reached out to take a leaf from the peony flower beside him, then rolled the leaf around his gloved finger, took off the sick ghost's shoes, and began to massage the soles of his feet with the leaf. The board is stimulated back and forth.

In addition to using this kind of stimulation, he also used two extra leaves rolled into a ball as a catheter, inserted in the nostrils of the sick ghost, and attracted mud mixed with rainwater to rub on his nostrils.

In the end, Dr. J performed a period of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, clasped his hands together, and pressed on the sick ghost's chest, the kind that can break ribs, pressing desperately.

After tossing and tossing, I finally woke up the sick ghost again.

The weak old man moved his fingers first, and woke up tremblingly. The first thing he saw was Dr. J's chin, and his voice began to pull like a broken bellows: "You, you, cough, you……"

Doctor J moved his big face closer: "Are you awake?"

Sick ghost: "Hey, what did you do to me?"

Why does he feel like his whole body is falling apart?

Especially in the chest, the pain was burning, and I couldn't stand up no matter what.

While Dr. J approached, the sick ghost subconsciously backed away like a victim who had just been brutally raped.

Seeing this, Dr. J immediately criticized: "You can't do this, you treat the doctor so badly, I finally saved you, don't you thank me?"

He obviously didn't have the kind of noble sentiments to do favors without asking for anything in return. The more he talked, the more he got angry with himself, and he wished for another set of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The sick ghost coughed violently, and he pointed at the bird beak doctor in front of him: "Cough cough cough, me, you, cough cough cough, the whole family..."

Xiao Li squatted beside him, and when the battle between doctors and patients was about to break out, he opened his mouth in time to attract the attention of the sick ghost.

"You belong to the Sun family," Xiao Li paused before continuing, "Ghost?"

The sick ghost didn't cooperate: "Ahem, you are the one, ahem, Sun, ahem."

He coughed so badly at the end that the word "family" didn't come out, but it sounded more like "grandson".

Xiao Li turned his head to the side and said to Doctor J: "Doctor, I think he still needs a little shock treatment. Your method is too gentle, and it won't work for such an extreme patient."

Sick ghost: "..."

He was about to stop him, but Dr. J was already dancing happily: "Okay, you're right, I like shock therapy, and the chainsaw is too gentle, isn't it? Electric shock? Car crack?"

"No, cough cough, no, I, cough cough, I should be, cough cough, right?" The sick ghost quickly interrupted him loudly, and answered Xiao Li's question wisely, "I, I don't really remember , cough cough."

Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"

"...sickness." The sick ghost's mood sank, and he fell into memories, "I just, ahem, I remember lying on the bed, surrounded by people, ahem, I am very old, very old, but my whole life But it's very short, I, cough cough, want to continue to live, but I can't, cough cough, why is it only me?"

Xiao Li: "Why is your life so short? How did you get sick?"

"No, I don't know, cough," the sick ghost lay on the ground, coughing with his dry paws towards the sky, "cough cough, cough cough, cough cough."

The sick ghost strangled his throat, and there seemed to be something in that part, blocking his throat, making it difficult for him to speak normally.

"What's going on?" Dr. J muttered, he came behind the sick man, bent one foot, put his knee against the old man's back, then grabbed his two hands, and kicked him violently on the back, "You suddenly got worse after being treated by me, which is very bad for my reputation."

He kicked the back and neck of the sick ghost, and tried to use the impact from time to time to make the sick ghost spit out the contents of his throat. He repeated several times, and he really succeeded——

After Dr. J's two-pronged treatment again, the sick ghost retched a while, and a black thing mixed with mucus from the old man's throat was spit out, facing Wang Huai's toes.

It was a black solid object, wrapped in a transparent liquid, Wang Huai poked the object with the tip of his umbrella, observed back and forth, and smelled a decaying fragrance from above.

That's right, fragrance.

It's not the smell of perfume, but a kind of meaty smell, like a piece of cooked meat, monk's meat, exuding the smell that makes people salivate.

After the piece of black meat left the sick ghost's throat, his cough stopped abruptly, and he looked at the object in front of him in astonishment, but his surprise was that he coughed it up.

The sick ghost suddenly rushed towards it again at the speed of a tiger!

That momentum seemed to swallow this piece of black meat into his throat again, never to be separated.

Doctor J standing behind him grabbed his arms in time: "No, your condition is very serious and you need to be hospitalized."

He touched the sick ghost's head, like touching a watermelon, and said joyfully to Xiao Li, "I'm going to take him back to the hospital, Sherlock."

Xiao Li wrapped the piece of black meat with a tissue handed over by Gong Mingming, picked it up, and answered Dr. J casually: "Okay."

Dr. J was immersed in the joy of getting a new patient, and he didn't feel Xiao Li's perfunctory, so he took the patient away happily.

"Roar—"

The sick ghost let out a useless growl.

In the dark rainy night, only the reincarnated people were left, and Wang Huai handed over a wooden box: "Put it in."

The napkin was placed at the bottom, but the mucus still seeped through it and seeped into the bottom of the box. The surface of the black meat looked like a black stone, but it smelled delicious.

Footsteps came from a distance, and it was a group of people walking towards here in groups.

"We'll talk about it when we go back." Wang Huai said, "There will be other people here at any time."

He closed the lid and held the small box tightly in his palm.

The door of the room.

Xiao Li avoided the puddles, walked close to the wall from the inside, but stopped at the door of his house.

It was a little girl with rosy cheeks and a chubby figure, wearing a school uniform, holding her knees with her hands, sitting at the door of his room, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting for him.

It was Sun Jiarun.

Seeing him, Sun Jiarun immediately patted his aching buttocks and stood up, calling him crisply, "Brother Sherlock."

Xiao Li: "...Huh? You know me?"

He searched the appearance of the little girl in front of him, and finally fixed her on the person who peeked at him in the afternoon.

Wang Huai looked at the little girl beside him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Sun Jiarun lowered his head, trying to finish the words he had prepared during the waiting period in one breath in order to avoid shrinking in the middle: "Yes, Brother Sherlock, my name is Sun Jiarun, I, I need your help, Please help me. I have encountered a very strange thing! Recently, I have been hearing crying in my house, and, my bao-"

She stopped in the middle of this sentence, and suddenly sucked in her nose.

It smells so good, it smells like meat, this, this smell is...?

Sun Jiarun raised his head, as if he was looking for something, and finally settled on Wang Huai's palm.

Then after a three-second lag, she squeezed out a scream from her throat: "Ah——"

Not caring about asking Xiao Li for help, she ran away as if she had encountered a scourge!

Even though Sun Jiarun was small, he ran very fast and disappeared in no time, disappearing into the rain curtain.

Xiao Li wanted to reach out to grab it, but he was too slow and missed.

Ye Zeqing looked at the direction where the little girl disappeared, and turned around and asked, "Damn, what's going on?"

"She knows that there is something wrong with this piece of meat, she knows this piece of meat." Gong Mingming calmly analyzed, and she pushed open the door, "Besides, Sun Jiarun, from a better generation...why haven't I heard of this name?"

Wang Huai frowned: "Me neither. As far as I know, there is no child in the Sun family's generation with this name."

"Could it be some distant relative or servant?"

"This type of family has strict control over their names, unlike them."

"..."

Wang Huai walked into the largest guest room with the box, and the rest followed. Xiao Li greeted them and prepared to go back and wash his hands before joining.

In the tiny bathroom.

He didn't turn on the light, stood alone in front of the mirror, turned on the tap, and rinsed his hands back and forth.

Suddenly, another figure was reflected in the mirror, and a voice sounded behind Xiao Li: "She calls you Brother Sherlock."

Standing behind him, Shen Mizhi spoke indifferently, as if stating what happened just now from the perspective of a bystander, but Xiao Li was stunned to hear a little grievance from it.

Xiao Li dried his hands, turned around and looked at the young man: "Why, do you want to call me brother too?"

Without waiting for Shen Mizhi's response, he approached the other party with a smile that was not a smile: "Or, do you want to hear me call you that more?"

Shen Mizhi's originally emotionless eyes were a little brighter. He looked at the other's dark eyes, narrowed them slightly, and reached out to shake the boy's hand, but was avoided.

"Then it's better to explain first, what did you do just now?" Xiao Li tilted his head to look at him, and the ending sound was slightly drawn out, with a bit of ambiguity, "Brother Mirage?"