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"Drip, drip, drip--"

I opened my eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling of the intensive care unit, the bedside was the heartbeat detector that was making noise, the drip bottle that was dropping orange liquid, and the breathing mask that covered half of my sight.

Hmm ... there seems to be something wrong, but I can't remember anything for a while.

"Are you awake? The operation was successful."

Dr. Roman was familiar but a little clamoring sound came from the side of the bed. When I turned my eyes to see it, I found that he was wearing a plastic mask and holding a record board in his hand.

"Um ..." I lifted my hand to lift the breath mask hard: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Half a month, to be precise, it is 14 days and 9 hours," the doctor said very relaxedly: "Wow, you do n’t know how dangerous your situation is. The critical notices issued are thicker than your medical records. . "

"... You didn't show it to my parents?" I looked at the door of the ward with some concern.

"I showed them the first one, and the rest was only shown to your brother," the doctor shrugged. "He probably won't fight with you again in the future."

"Oh, is it fun to scare children?"

"Who made him okay against me?" The doctor spread his hands.

"Well, okay, let me put it first, I have a question-Huh?" I blinked, watching the doctor's movements, then turned to look at the bedside instrument with complicated functions, then turned my head to look out of the window In the night sky, he raised his arm and turned his palm again, and looked at the back of his palm.

I said why there is something wrong, so the eyes can already see it?

I stayed in the dream for too long, and subconsciously thought that I was smart and able to move freely, but in fact, I should be blind now, and the state of high paraplegia.

So the doctor's phrase "the operation was very successful" is not bragging.

I propped up on the mattress and sat up, pointing to the needle rack next to me: "Can this thing be pulled out? Will it spill my blood again?"

"No problem, your hemophilia has been cured." The doctor took the cotton ball out of the frame on the medical device cabinet next to it, pulled out the needle, and pressed it on it. Sure enough, there was only a little bleeding.

"In other words, have you cured blindness, paralysis, and hemophilia? Can you go to the international awards?" I pressed my wrist and started looking for shoes under the bed.

"They also deserve my award?" The doctor raised his chin and said very proudly.

Well, he is as confident as ever.

I put on my shoes and walked twice in the ward. Compared with before the coma, although my body seemed to be lighter, I felt that my legs and feet were overwhelmed and trembling. They will just let me fall to the ground.

Seeing that the tremor couldn't be relieved through activities, I simply walked to the wheelchair in the corner of the room and sat down, and then took a long sigh of relief.

"The recovery is not bad. It seems that Dr. Meng Nali's efforts have not been in vain." Roman wrote a few more pens on the record board.

"Doctor, I now need to go to the 'zero point singularity', is there any way?" I pushed the wheelchair away from the corner.

"If you are over there, you just have to go to the rooftop in a wheelchair, draw a summoning array, and wait for it to be summoned." Romain seemed to be ready to answer.

You also said that you will not be clairvoyant? !

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"I can't believe it, I would do this with you two in the middle of the night. If the dean knows, we will definitely rush us to the emergency department." With the smile of the same "Mona Lisa" "The portrait protagonist Dr. Meng Nali complained very similarly.

"Yeah, I even thought of what he was going to say," Dr. Roman shrugged, learning someone's tone: "‘ Since you are so busy, why not share some pressure with colleagues in the emergency department? ’"

At this time, Dr. Roman and Dr. Meng Nali were holding a red chalk to draw a magic array on the hospital rooftop.

I can even feel that the unfinished magic circle is constantly "bulging" and "contracting". Obviously, as a truly credible extraordinary thing, it has reached the edge of "waking up" me, and finally "waking up" The reason is that the formation itself has no power and can only passively wait for others to summon it.

It's like going to primitive society and writing a complete theory of relativity in a cave, but expecting primitive people to create something from it is totally a fantasy.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, Da Vinci," I apologized to her in a wheelchair on the side: "However, if not unexpectedly, I will come back this time and all the illnesses on my body should heal, and I will also No problem. "

"Just call me Dr. Meng," Meng Nali flicked her hair and smiled at me: "And, as usual, it was Roman's fault."

"Hey--" Roman said with dissatisfaction further away.

"Less nonsense, hurry up and draw you, what if Xiaohao freezes something wrong?" Dr. Meng glanced over there, and Roman shut up immediately.

What's wrong with freezing? I touched the thick sick suit and felt the temperature of about 29 degrees Celsius again.

Okay ... the doctor is always right anyway.

After spending almost half an hour, the two doctors finally finished drawing the magic array and pushed me into the middle of the array.

"Uh, so what's next? Do you recite the calling spell?" I asked, looking at the rather fine formation lines under the wheelchair.

"That certainly won't work. You are perfectly qualified for the summoning condition now. If you really read the curse, I'm afraid that there will be followers coming in an instant, and then the world will be-'Boom'!" Roman said with a gesture.

"Okay, as long as there is no supernatural phenomenon, our current behavior can be summarized as two doctors pretending to be secondary two are treating a little girl with paranoia," I raised my hand and pointed up: "So what should I do now? Wait?"

"No, you need to fall asleep in the summoning circle." This time, Dr. Meng Nali explained: "There is no supernatural phenomenon on the bright side, but there is no problem in the dream."

"I think it's hard to fall asleep in an environment without a roof," I folded my arms, shrunk in a wheelchair, and looked up at the starry sky: "Speaking of it, it feels like it was a long time ago. Something ... "

Speaking of which, the peculiarity of the linkage between FZ and FGO is very different from the four battles of the animated version. In one sentence, it is the story of Zhuge Kongming all the way.

In this case, it is not difficult to bring it back to the general ending of the four battles.

Speaking of it ... The house of the Wei Gong family is full of heroes ... It is from here ... huh ...

Half a dream, half awake, it seems someone whispered in my ear:

"[Full Project ... Completed ... Crown Designation ... Completed ...]"

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