Chapter 10: Mental hospital (1/2)
Dr. Chu didn't mean to lower his voice at all. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.
He Jianlan turned his head abruptly, his eyes rolling between the white-haired young man and the doctor in white coat without any secret.
Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in a bit of astonishment, with worry in his azure blue eyes.
No one knows what the ”check” this dangerous doctor is talking about, and why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first.
But there is no doubt that Zong Jiu has no room for rejection.
In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders of medical staff. The hapless man lying on the operating table just now is the best example.
In the copy of the horror film, the survivalist is the existence at the bottom of the food chain. Not only must you avoid those unknown ‘good friends’, but you must also not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the instance score be increased, but on the contrary, it will be back down.
It wasn’t a team that didn’t want to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key npc in that dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone got the ”F” rating of the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement the whole team obliteration.
This resulted in the unprecedented power of the dungeon NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this personal show.
Since they have entered the dungeon, they have to follow the rules of this dungeon. People who do not follow the rules usually have no good end.
”Line up, one by one.”
The doctor waved his hand, and the full-faced nurses were like pushing chickens, pushing all the people in hospital gowns into the aisle between the operating room and the corridor.
By the time, there are only two people left in the largest operating room.
The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed his letter, and the obsidian cold snake eyes stared at the white patch without blinking.
Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like stagnant water.
He hasn't forgotten the setting of the autistic teenager on his ID card, and now he is also playing this role perfectly, trying not to be seen by this nasty npc.
In the vision of his eyes, he just stepped on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the prestige of some grinning fate.
The leather shoes are approaching.
Stepped through the danger zone.
The shadow completely enveloped him.
Immediately afterwards, the man took off his left glove slowly, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, and lifted the young man's face semi-compulsively.
The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
Only after getting close, he will find that he has an amazing personality charm, fierce and sharp, with a deep sense of disobedience.
He stared at those pale pink eyes, half amazed and half meaningful.
”Look, a rare albinism with autism.”
Zong Jiu, who was staring at him so straightforwardly, didn't move at all, and he didn't even respond at all.
The young man was forced to raise his head, the headband tied behind his ear was untied, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders like a ribbon.
His beautiful face was numb and indifferent without a trace of blemish, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He looked beautifully like a delicate puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul.
Perhaps it is this indifference that makes men interested.
”Sizzle—”
Without warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting down along the texture.
The cloth slipped lightly to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air.
The young man's upper body has no fat, and the waist/body is slender, and the beautifully shaped body lines are tight in the dim light, like the finest, non-adulterated jade, which is bright and disappearing, so you can see the incredible.
The trainees behind him swallowed.
The barrage of Zong Jiu’s live broadcast directly exploded, and the number of online users has risen almost exponentially.
[Fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, this doctor contemporary male Bodhisattva! 】
[I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl]
[Who can stand such a crit of beauty! I just ask! also! Have! Who! 】
[I’m giao, I rushed in from other people’s live broadcast rooms, I’ll just lick it first if I don’t say much.]
[It's worthy of being the number one face value of the horror trainee... It's absolutely absolutely impossible, my hand has already begun to disobey the screenshot]
The eyes of the man hidden behind the gold-threaded glasses glowed with thick ink, like an abyss.
”it's beautiful......”
The doctor behind the lens watched this scene in amazement, the bright scalpel flew back into his pocket, and once again pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him.
The ice cone this time is not a surgical ice cone, but a genuine long cone made of ice.
The trainee guarding the door almost didn't get goosebumps by this action.
They looked at the youth with their backs to their sunken waists, and remembered the tragedy that Doctor Chu had not hesitated to pierce the ice cone into the newcomer's eye sockets. They couldn't help swallowing saliva over the content of the next treatment, and their legs were a little soft.
Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone's eye sockets.
It landed on the delicate skin like suet jade, fainting a drop of melted ice water.
Suddenly touching the skin, the doctor saw the young man's beautiful upper body flinch instinctively with satisfaction.
”Let me check it out.”
The man's movements kept moving, the cold-lighted tip slid like a dragonfly, and walked on the pale drawing paper like a brush, trying to apply a different color.
The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melting ice cones leave a string of bright water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, tick and tick, and sink into the waist.
Under the torment of such cold and tingling, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.
His chin was still pinched tightly by the doctor, unable to move half a minute.
The youth's expression was indifferent, the slender neck raised up like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal sense of beauty, making the ink in the man's eyes darker and darker.
”Why don't you speak?”
The fingers holding the chin grew harder, almost pressing the bruise.
Even so, he still did not speak, but silently endured everything.
With this acting skill, Zong Jiu felt that he should get an Oscar figurehead.
In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get a little more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. All of this betrayed the flesh/body, openly naked/exposed, and the influence is really not good.
Of course, having said that, quite a grudge, he wrote down this matter in his notebook no less than ten times.
Zong Jiu kept staring at the operating table with dull eyes, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray not to fall on his hands.
Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time.
It may be that Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.