[Main FZ] The correct way to obtain the Holy Grail

My friend's long-lost girlfriend, who dropped out of school suddenly, suddenly fell down in the doorway of his apartment downstairs covered in blood one evening. This kind of terrible development.

Like the work of blood art artists that I have heard of occasionally, red, red, red contrasts with the pale complexion, too bright, dazzling and terrifying, large or deep or shallow spread out under the girl's body.

During the rare good time on the weekend, he was spending time with his "woman", a black market doctor who returned from shopping. When he noticed the winding blood, his relaxed and happy smile froze instantly.

He changed into a white coat for work as quickly as possible, and quickly prepared all the equipment. Although he was fully prepared mentally, he was using sharp scissors to cut off the clothes that were stuck to his body with the dried blood hour.

Kishitani Shilla still couldn't control the exclamation.

"Wow."

It couldn't be worse.

"Hey, can Celty come over and do me a favor?"

……

However, the hands of the headless goblin, who is the surgical assistant, exploded suddenly when they were less than ten centimeters away from the unconscious Kotomine Tsukimi Hoshi, and turned into the kind of smoke floating on the head.

As if being strongly resisted and rejected by some invisible force, this is already the third failed attempt, frowning to stop the kind woman who is anxious about the tense in front of her, holding the handle of the scalpel, the doctor issued Let out a helpless sigh.

"Well... How about calling Lin Ye first?"

Under the cold light, facing the headless horseman, Shilla Kishitani showed a troubled and helpless smile under the mask.

"Do you think I will be retaliated afterwards for cutting off Yue Jianxing's clothes?"

Unhurriedly making unimportant jokes, the doctor muttered to himself and let out a few dry laughs.

"Well, I hope that before he dies, he can remember to thank me for finding Yuejian Xing."

"" ""

Obviously, the flame with the heroic spirit barely stopped the bleeding for you, allowing you to sleep peacefully.

But did this kind of flame dissipate quietly and turned into the magic power flowing from the familiar in the magic power circuit, so the weak and tired feeling surged up again. There is something in it, like a small stream of water, slowly flowing out of the body, the body is extremely light, like a feather, it will flutter away at any time, but when you struggle to move, you find that it is heavy and slow. Like a sponge full of water.

On the contrary, at this moment, your senses are very sensitive.It's like that unpredictable spirit who generously shared his senses with you through a magic circuit.

Probably something like an oxygen mask you would see in TV dramas, it is carefully placed on your face, and the fingertips with hot spots touch your forehead lightly, like a snowflake.

"What's going on here?"

The refreshing male voice is as usual, full of magnetism, and at the same time cold and chilling.

"That's what happened..."

"My self-control ability has always been great, I don't think I need Silla's clumsy jokes to comfort you☆"

The slow-paced conversation proceeded leisurely. The doctor made a big joke, but was mercilessly interrupted by his friend with a mocking tone in the middle. In the end, he just sighed helplessly and then turned into a regular and rambling explanation.

"Okay, okay, I understand, don't look at the attending doctor with that piercing smile again... Maybe the hole in the chest was cut by a sharp weapon, judging by the size of the wound, it should be a dagger or something, In fact, the bleeding has stopped, so it’s not too fatal. But because there are malicious actions such as stirring the wound, so that the edges are turned up...Is that why it looks so miserable?"

"Scarring is inevitable... Pass me the thread over there, and sew it up properly first." The doctor let out a few dry laughs, but the friend who drooped his eyes didn't respond.

Silence for a while.

Only the operation was carried out in an orderly manner, or the lowered scissors hit the iron plate, or the slight sound of the needle and thread passing through the muscle.

All these sounds became clearer and clearer in your ears through the sensory sharing that Bai Lan gave you. It was not a fatal wound, but it was sent to someone who would not let you die. You smiled helplessly in your heart, Taking a deep breath, he repeated the coquettish complaint in his heart as if talking to himself.

Let me sleep in peace, please?

Because I'm really tired.

Perhaps because of the existence of reassuring things, you finally fell asleep with exhaustion.

This is the only time for you to be quiet.

May sleep for a long time.

Anyway, according to Chubby's temperament, even if he wants to make you suffer, he will not keep you for too long under serious injuries. It is probably Bai Lan's intention to be sent here.

When you wake up again, the wound on your chest will be stitched up, the scar left by Mizuhara Xiangxing’s death will not disappear, all the cruel and cold facts brewed by your stupidity will remain abnormally unchanged, and the endless sense of loathing and hatred will come again It's coming, but you don't even have the right to whimper and cry, you can only look forward, and there may be a miraculous light and eagerly looking forward to the end.

What you have to do is already determined, and there is no other choice.

I won't see that person anymore.

I don't know whether to feel sad or relieved.

You had a bad dream.

"" ""

The magic power from the familiar flows in the blood, slowly and continuously repairing your body, and the pain from the chest always reminds you to clearly recall what happened before.

Strenuously opening your eyelids and waking up, the goal is the soft milky white light, you can only look at the ceiling and you are not sure where you are, and at the same time, it is as if someone is dragging your hand, it is freezing cold There was a warm heat under the palm, maybe you woke up just because you felt being touched, thinking of this, you looked towards the bed in doubt.

"As long as the weather is cold, your hands will be frighteningly cold during the infusion."

"A look of confusion, have you had a nightmare?"

The black-haired boy standing bent over at the head of the bed lowered his eyes, calmly held up your right hand connected to the infusion tube, casually replaced a hot water bottle that had gradually lost its heat, and gently placed a new one on it.

"I saw that you didn't sleep well, and wanted to hold your hand, but thinking that my hands are not warm, I should cover them with a warm water bag first. When my hands are hot, if Yue Jianxing is afraid Just hold on to me."

The childhood sweetheart's boyfriend has a gentle smile, which seems to have the power to calm people's hearts, and the warm atmosphere brought by it is like you just have a slightly serious fever lying in bed.

You pursed your lips, shivering slightly, hesitating whether to take back the hand held by him, thus showing a fearful expression of resistance, and noticing your subtle expression changes, Taro was silent for a while.

The usual conniving treatment made you at a loss, but now the awkward silence gives you a chance to speak.

It's enough, no matter how much you like someone and want to be with the other person, you have to consider whether they are willing to be implicated because of you and put their lives in danger...

It's just the wishful thinking of high school students, whether it's the fiery affection of the familiar because of the interference of the soul fragments, or the principled family affection that the main god arranged for Kotomine Kirei.

Just like what Mr. Bai Lan taught, once the identity of Yanfeng Yuejianxing is stripped away, you have nothing to rely on and nothing but yourself.

"Hey, Taro..." You didn't drink water during the coma, and there was blood stains attached to your throat before, but when you opened your mouth, you felt a sharp pain in your throat, and your voice became hoarse and unpleasant.

"Yuejian Xing, don't talk yet, how about some hot water?" Noticing your bad throat, the boy just turned sideways calmly and picked up the glass on the bedside table.

"Taro, let's break up..."

nothing left.