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Um ... strange ceiling.

I stared at the light blue ceiling for a long while, and then turned to the hanging bottle and hose dripping down from the bracket, as the orange liquid in the hanging bottle dropped down like an hourglass , The memory before losing consciousness came up again.

Fever, headache, nausea, fatigue, dizziness, weakness of limbs, I just want to applaud for the previous one who can still sit on the infusion chair and cover it with a thin blanket instead of being comatose on the spot. Well.

I touched the phone with a hand that was not pierced with a needle, and found that I had only been in a coma for 7 minutes. No wonder I didn't feel that the bottle had changed.

"Fu! Foo ..." The little white dog Fuff seemed to hear my movements, and ran in from the outside, but didn't dare to jump into the chair, and just crouched beside the drip stand, making a whimpering sound.

"Oh, did you wake up?" Roman also walked in from the outside: "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"It's bad."

"The bad news is that you don't have the common cold," Roman said, "and the good news is that it has healed itself."

"..." I reached out my hand and touched my forehead, and found that my fever was gone, and there was no dizziness or nausea. There was no urge to sneeze or cough in my throat and nose.

Presumably, if I ask the good news first, he will definitely say, "The good news is that you have healed yourself, and the bad news is that we simply don't know how you recovered."

"What are you saying for seven days? Doctor?" I shook my phone at him: "You can apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine in seven minutes from the onset to cure."

"They are eligible to award me?" The doctor raised his eyebrows.

Eh ... I forgot for a while, but this guy was Solomon, and he was beaten back to the doctor form by Salomon.

"Well, can this be pulled out?" I pointed and said: "What is this yellowish yellow? Orange juice?"

Roman shook his head: "Nutrition injection only, you are still done well. The immune system clears the disease so efficiently. Wait a minute ..."

"Cuckoo ~ Cuckoo ~" "Fu?"

Fu Fu straightened up, looking curiously at my belly making a sound.

"Doctor! Hand over your strawberry cake!" I pointed to Roman.

"This is prejudice. How can I always keep the food that is not easy to store?" The doctor scratched his head and walked to the outside room: "However, today, it really is."

"Goo ~" "Fu?" Fufu seemed to think I was hiding some strange bird under the blanket.

You stupid dog go away! I am not a magician!

It's not like I'm really a magician.

"Well, choose the same." The doctor returned to the drip room and put half a watermelon and three bananas on the small cabinet beside me.

"It takes two hands to eat, you really can choose." I glanced at the two fruits.

"That's fine, then." Roman pulled out a sheathed fruit knife from his pocket and cut the watermelon cleanly.

"... Do you know that since I saw you, my impression of Dr. Roman has been declining?" I stared at the knife.

"In this regard, is it normal for me as a doctor to carry a scalpel with me?" Roman cuts the melon, wipes the blade with a tissue, inserts it into the sheath, and then rushes back.

Scalpel ... well ...

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In view of the fact that the needle had to be put on for two hours, and there were no other patients in the clinic for the time being, I started to discuss the strange disease with the doctor while eating melon.

"Anyway, it's not like the technology can achieve the rapid extraction of energy in the body to cure diseases quickly, so I just actually triggered a passive" magic ", right?" I raised my hand to make a sound Refers to the action, but did not completely play: "But my related supernatural powers are still" unusable "state, you? Or ordinary people?"

The doctor raised his hand to cover his eyes and put it down: "It seems that yes, [Clairvoyance EX] still can't see anything and is in an unusable state. Although other abilities cannot be verified, it must be the same."

"So, is this world itself reproducing my previous experience? After all, according to the original world line, I got sick and cured all the way, and finally got a lot of deadly diseases." I raised my hand and pointed up: "According to what the last world said, this is called" robbing the number ", and because you are pitting yourself, you can't avoid it."

"No, that's impossible," Roman said, shaking his head in denial. "At present, those 'doom elements' are independent of the world, and they are similar in nature to the heroic constellation. Even if the world is to follow the original path, it is impossible Diseases are created out of thin air. "

"What's more," he paused, shaking his head and continued, "The diseases that caused you to death are almost none of them sudden, with obvious human factors."

What kind of local dialogue is this ... do a group of people discuss their cause of death ...

"So, is this incident just accidental today?" I took another piece of melon.

"I think it's 'necessity', and it's a very clear 'necessity' of cause and effect," Roman said, and I continued without waiting for my response: "If this is your new game, then the end Where are the elements? Where are your followers? "

"Ah ... Huh?" I think about it carefully. Although the community has a name and more doctors and Fufu, none of the "followers" who always like to do things appear.

The doctor stopped talking and waited until I seemed to understand a little bit before continuing: "Given that this 'doom element' is called 'time paradox', then they are probably not on the same timeline as you, although you choose to spend the day calmly , But they are not necessarily, and they will probably take some dangerous actions in search of you. "

"So ... I'm sick here is actually the result of their chaos?" I slightly estimated the number of people in the last world who might follow, and couldn't help but feel a little scalp tingling.

"No, it's worse than that ..." Roman looked at me with a serious expression: "This 'disease' is probably the means by which they have 'corrected' your existence, and the 'correction' should pass the time paradox." 'It's just about you. "

"I think it shouldn't be that bad-coughing!"

The itch that suddenly came up in my throat made me cough out involuntarily, but I finally turned my head at the moment of the moment.

"That's not good." Roman frowned and looked at the scarlet liquid that I sprayed from my mouth.

"That's just watermelon juice—cough!" Halfway through my words, there was another cough.

Now I can't find an excuse at all. Whose watermelon juice will form a black blood clot?

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