Plague Doctor

Wu Shiyu always felt a little different today.

Look at the EEG, look at the ECG, look at Gu Jun's face. What's the difference?

“Has anyone else been here today?” Wu Shiyu asked Nurse Liu that the marks left by the different visitors would affect her sensation.

“No.” Nurse Liu shook her head, “Just you. ”

That's weird. Wu Shiyu looked around and still felt there was something else. She went to the corner of the room, looked behind the instrument, went to the window again, didn't even notice. But the more she looks, the more certain she is, there is something else!

Ghost? She walked back and looked at the waveform in the EEG screen...

Half a mile later, Wu Shirai shook his head, OK, after a few months, still can't read. In short, doctors have determined that it is not a common waveform of brain death, more like a deep coma waveform. How do we wake him up? She came up with an idea again.

In fairy tales, sleeping beauties, snow white princesses, etc. wake up, the frog prince can be human, all because of a kiss.

This method, Wu Shiyu tried it a few months ago, but it didn't work at the time, but today seems different, Xian Jun seems to be back...

“Nurse Willow, you're staring at the EEG.” She thought of deciding to try again, leaning closer to the hospital bed and leaning over, kissing Gu Junna's bloody lips.

Her lips were printed, but she didn't feel anything. She held her head up a few seconds later, “What do you say? Any reaction? ”

However, Nurse Liu shook her head again, “Still no...”

Wu Shiyu? This time it can't be on edge.

She slapped him in the face and muttered, “It's been more than three months. Isn't that enough? You can't be lazier than I am, otherwise we won't make it. ”

A while later, the half-hour visit was still full.

Wu Shiyu could only prepare to leave, and said to him: “Xian Jun, I'm leaving, I'll come back next year to see you. Well, tomorrow's next year, 2022. Happy New Year's Day, I hope you wake up soon, just for the New Year's wish. Wake up, you can still pick up red envelopes for Spring Festival. ”

After saying goodbye, she stood for another moment before walking out of the ward and out of the front hall to the outside corridor, but only a few steps and she stopped.

That feeling is also outside of here...

Wu Shiyu looked around and eventually looked up at the ceiling of the corridor. There were lights and ventilation pipes in the ceiling...

Ventilation pipes? Also in the ward. She frowned and felt it. Then she looked around and changed the scenery. There were pipes, apples, boxes...

Super Mario? Uh, no, it's another game. She's played it before, Squirrel Wars.

Is it Xian Jun? Last time it was kangaroos, this time it was squirrels.

There's another possibility, rats, running around in ventilation pipes, which seems to be unhygienic and needs to be reported.

Let's see if it's a rat. Wu Shiyu sniffed his nose a few times, felt everything around him, didn't think about it. Just let yourself feel like a soul walking along, walking along the way, walking around without a path, as if playing Squirrel Battle, jumping, jumping again...

“Huh?” Nurse Liu's shift came out and saw Wu Shiyu jump away. She couldn't help but face several other colleagues.

Gu Jun's situation is very difficult for Wu Shiyu. Everyone has always obeyed the instructions of the superior, pay attention to her mental state and alleviate the irritation to her.

But today's New Year is approaching, and the festival seems to have inspired her.

This floor is on the 10th floor. After Ushi Rain left the corridor, she came all the way to the stairwell and then to the roof of the 21st floor, where she could get tired. The rooftop door was guarded, and she was able to get in and sneak around the vent and back downstairs.

Climbing up the stairs all the way to the first floor, leaving the inpatient building, she came outside, rested, and then went into a nearby green forest.

It is only 5 p.m. and the sky is still bright and blue.

Walking in the quiet woods, Wu Shiyu felt that the thing had also found her, avoiding her tracking, so that she could not catch each other...

She stood there for a while and thought of a way, sighing: “I'm suspicious, there's nothing left. ”

Wu Shiyu turned to the circuit and walked, one step, two steps, three steps. After walking out about ten steps, his eyes slipped and he turned and ran back.

She suddenly saw a sneaky figure rushing over a maple tree, squirrel! Big squirrel!

“Hey, I've seen you. Want to hide? No use!” Wu Shiyu ran to the side of the tree and looked up at the animal on the branches three or four meters tall. The light flashed in his head. He remembered a dream creature he had already heard of from Xianjun and had seen the painting but had not seen it with his own eyes.

She cried out in shock, moving her hands and slapping herself. “Joe, you're Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe! ”

The ancestor on the tree looked at her with small eyes, walking around on the branches, seemed to be figuring out how to escape...

Wu Shiyu knew that Xianjun represented the human civilization owed each tribe a "very generous tribe of gratitude”, and had a beautiful dream connection with one of the ancestors “Jili”... so she understood, this ancestor should be Jili, to find Xianjun to thank.

“Are you Gilly? Jilly, who has a dream connection with Xianjun?” She asked, and there was excitement in her heart.

Xian Jun had a beautiful dream before, but then he said it was broken. She understands that that dream connection is much stronger than the general psychosensory connection, and much easier to connect. No one can wake Xianjun now, but where's Joe? Maybe, but I can!

At this time, I saw that Zukogiri was running away. Wu Shi was in a hurry. If I missed this opportunity, Xian Jun did not know how long I would have to sleep.

“Hey, wait!” She screamed, her hands stopping, “you want to thank me? We have, we can give you. I know Gu Jun. I know him well! Really, don't lie to you. Jerry. Jerry?” She repeated the name.

Language incomprehensibility is a problem, Joe should not understand her words, but just as foreigners traveling here can also say a half sentence “mud howl” and "mud consumption” or something. Joe Keeley followed Xianjun for such a long time, he should also write down a few Chinese sentences, such as his name, as well as his hobbies.

“Chicken legs? Chicken legs? ”

Wu Shiyu kept moving his mouth, and sometimes he did the chewing, and sometimes he did the tearing of the chicken legs in his hand, “Season out, I'll buy you a season out? ”

But looking at her, what she was going to kill to eat meat, the ancestors on the tree looked a little slightly wary...