When someone with depression enters the horror game

After walking across the stone bridge and then thirteen weeping willows along the street, we arrived at the mansion of Mr. Yang.

Several generations of the Yang family were grand, with magnificent plaques inlaid, festive red lanterns hung on both sides of the plaque, and a brightly painted gate under the red lanterns.

It was the young lady of this family who fell ill.

Shen Lian walked through the gate and knocked on the side door in the west corner.

The boy who answered the door opened the door and poked out his head. Seeing that it was Shen Lian, he smiled and said, "Yo, Dr. Shen is here, the master is waiting for you."

Shen Lian nodded, and returned a smile, seemingly casually asking: "How is the daughter of your family doing now?"

The little boy broke his smile when he heard the words, shook his head and said, "I haven't woken up yet."

Shen Lian also shook her head and said goodbye.

Master Yang sat decadently in the main hall. He was originally a man with a big belly, but because of his daughter's illness, he didn't think about tea and food, so he made himself thinner than Li Qingzhao's yellow flower.

Shen Lian wanted to salute him, but he helped him up first.

"You can't do it, Dr. Shen is too polite."

In these ten miles and eight villages, who doesn't know that Dr. Shen Lian's medical skills are the most superb.

"Master Yang is too polite."

"Doctor Shen, look at... the condition of the little girl..."

Shen Lian touched the medicine box and asked, "Ling Qianjin is still unconscious?"

Master Yang let out a long sigh: "You haven't woken up, good girl, why did you become like this..."

The two moved to Miss Yang's boudoir.

Shen Lian kept her eyes down, not letting herself look around.

The light purple gauze curtain covered the bed, only revealing a flamboyant hand.

Shen Lian took the veil and covered it, and made a decent pulse diagnosis.

The little maid standing by the bed stepped on Shen Lian's feet without a trace.

Shen Lian looked up and found that the girl winked at him.

He looked at the nervous Master Yang with some embarrassment.

Master Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Shen Lian wondered: "Can I ask the master to avoid it for a while?"

Master Yang looked at the bed, then at Shen Lian, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

But the maid said: "Master, this maid is watching Miss here."

Master Yang shook his head and walked out.

Shen Lian looked at the little maid calmly.

The light gauze curtain was suddenly torn open.

Miss Yang looked at the little girl with a ruddy complexion, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, go and get some food, Miss Ben is starving to death."

The little maid walked to the window lightly, watching another little maid handing out the meat soup under the mulberry tree by the window.

While eating the meat soup, Ms. Yang said to Shen Lian: "Doctor Shen, according to our agreement, you said today that Ms. Ben's condition has worsened."

Shen Lian continued: "And then?"

"Then wait for my father to be in a hurry for a few days, and then you tell my father that I am lovesick, and then I can marry Tang Xiucai next door to your house."

Shen Lian thought that this girl really liked that Tang Xiucai, after all, when talking about him, she changed from "Miss Ben" to "I".

"I saw him copying the Feng family's book the day before yesterday and being hanged and beaten."

Ms. Yang blushed anxiously: "This... how can this count as plagiarism? How can it be counted as plagiarism about the writer!"

Shen Lian was speechless.

"Hey, poor man, do you still want money, go and tell my father!" Miss Yang handed down the bowl and pulled up the gauze curtain.

Shen Lian went out of the room and looked at the anxious Master Yang.

"Doctor Shen, how is my daughter?"

"I think the disease is getting worse. I'm not feeling well tonight." (Note)

A drop of sweat fell from Master Yang's face.

Shen Lian added another sentence: "Master Yang, don't worry, I will add some medicine when I go back, and see if it can cure Ling Qianjin's brain."

Master Yang thankfully sent Shen Lian out of the house.

Shen Lian walked on the stone bridge, thinking that he was ready to watch a horror movie, but he bought the wrong ticket to watch an even scarier romantic drama.

Forget it, I can't manage my own life, so I can't manage other people's affairs.

The blue waves under the bridge are rippling.

What's the point of living a lifetime of petty trivialities, love, love, flirting with others, and comparing pennies with others?

Shen Lian threw away the medicine box and jumped off the bridge.

The author has something to say:

Note: Seeing that the disease is getting worse, it is not good tonight. ――"Peony Pavilion. Trouble" (No.20)

At that time, I thought of this sentence and used it. Later, when I marked it out, I found that I had a headache 2333 (wry smile).

Your friend Shen Lian continues to use the skill: "Death".

Still a familiar recipe.