Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2128 Medical means of the medical system

After the first coma, Lin Sanjiu's original backup method disappeared along with her consciousness.

Summoning [Nostradamus] card again now is like trying to lure a slipping fish from the hollow abyss under your feet in the dark night.

And Lin Sanjiu's will to "hook fish" is not a rope, but a puff of smoke; often before her will is conveyed to [Flat World], it dissipates halfway, and after several consecutive efforts, the palm of her hand The house was still empty, but she was exhausted, and her eyes were dark for a while.

After her vision brightened up again and her thoughts took shape again, Lin Sanjiu knew that she was caught in a dilemma.

If she kept forcing herself to call the [Nostradamus Card] repeatedly, she would lose consciousness due to the heavy burden on her body; but she would not be able to rest for a while, otherwise her body would deteriorate further every second that passed, It's one step away from calling out the card-while other diseases are eroding her physiological barrier all the time.

How to do?
Lin Sanjiu was lying on the thin and dirty cushion, her head was still tilted to one side. In her momentarily clear and sometimes blurred vision, Yu Yuan also sat on the ground at some point, with his back against the wall, Staring at her unblinkingly.

He is the only one who still has the ability to act and think, he should—

"You can't fool me," Yu Yuan said suddenly.

what?
"Do you think I don't know?" Yu Yuan stared at her, his lips parted and closed very lightly, as if under his glistening skin, he was holding down something that was about to explode. "I have discovered it a long time ago. You have written one dilemma after another, starting from the so-called end of the world, what sewer maze, dream dungeon, data body, and what Black Mountain Town... I have cleared the customs again and again, and you are constantly Come up with a new way to torture me. What purpose do you have? Let me go home!"

Lin Sanjiu looked at him blankly, and finally realized that what Yu Yuan was looking at was not himself, but a certain point in mid-air behind him, as if standing there was a person whom no one could see.

"Yu..." She opened her lips and breathed out a weak word; but that word was too slight and weak, far from enough to pull Yu Yuan back from the darkness on the other side.

Yu Yuan fell into hallucinations, the puppeteer lost his reaction to the outside world, Pina couldn't do anything except desperately trying to inhale, Qing Jiuliu sometimes couldn't wake up when he coughed up blood, and he didn't know when it would be because of himself Suffocated by the blood overflowing her lungs... In the ticking countdown to life, she could only lie here, letting her body and mind be torn into intermittent cotton wool by the pain, unable to do anything.

There is always a way, she doesn't believe that there is really a hopeless situation in the world...but what is that way?
"Lin Sanjiu."

She shivered, and the thick fog in her mind gradually dissipated a little, and she realized that she had passed out again just now.

Who is calling her?
The voice was deep and deep, but strangely contained a light and fuzzy meaning, as if the man's mouthpiece was out of his will, and it was just a sound driven by mechanical actions.After a while, the voice called her again, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that it was the puppeteer.

Could it be that he is awake?

Even Alzheimer's patients have short periods of sobriety, right?

With this thought, she seemed to have a little more strength all over her body, and she responded in a low voice through her nose.

The puppeteer fell silent.

What is it, is the moment of sobriety past?
It took another half a minute before he spoke again, with a faintly vague tone, reminiscent of a child learning to speak: "I... I am... the great witch."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.If she still had physical strength, she would probably be riddled with countless emotions at this moment; but she has no energy to feel, she can only let that thought pass through her, and fall from her empty and dilapidated body ——The mind of the puppeteer may have been completely lost and dissipated in the black abyss.

Every word he said at the moment should have been subconsciously repeated by the great witch after repeating it in his mind countless times.Since he has lost all reaction to the outside world, the only thing that can stimulate him a little bit is the voice of the great witch in his head.

"Consciousness...power..." After the puppeteer finished speaking, he paused for a while before continuing to finish the second half of the great witch's sentence: "It's useless."

Of course it's useless, Lin Sanjiu thought almost desperately.Consciousness has many functions, but curing diseases has never been one of them.

She gritted her teeth—or, in her mind, she gritted her teeth, because she didn't really have the strength to use her muscles to grit her teeth—and tried to summon the [Nostradamus Card] again.

"Take..." Lin Sanjiu panted, and said in between failed attempts, "Sick..."

The word "magic" can't be uttered no matter what, all her consciousness is forced into her hand, forcing the card library to show even a little reaction, so that other parts - how to think, how to speak, how to breathe , had to be temporarily abandoned.

However, the big witch understood what she meant; after a few seconds of silence, the puppeteer said, "The illness is gone."

At that moment, even Lin Sanjiu, who was unable to express emotions, seemed to be suddenly thrust into a roller coaster, and just when he fell to the bottom, he was thrown into the sky again - because just after the puppeteer's voice fell At the same time, she felt that there was an extra card in her hand; the hard corners of the card were just as light as nothing, resting on the skin of her fingers.

[Nostradamus Card] was finally called out.

"It's not just the illness," the puppeteer said vaguely, looking at the air with unfocused eyes, "all the special items... are gone."

Lin Sanjiu's heartbeat paused.

Wait... When she tried to call out the [Nostradamus Card] just now... why did I feel like I was fishing from an empty abyss?
Perhaps it should be said, why does her card library full of things feel like an empty abyss?
What about her belongings?
She had worked so hard many times, but it was only at this moment that she suddenly realized that she didn't feel the existence of any other special items in her during the process of calling the card.

"The ability to evolve and the power of consciousness are still there." The puppeteer murmured and repeated the words of the great witch in his mind, "The items...are all confiscated by the medical system."

Lin Sanjiu opened her lips slightly, but couldn't make a sound.

She didn't know why this happened. The great witch might know, but the puppeteer seemed to have slipped a little deeper into the irreversible situation, and she didn't speak again for a long time.But no matter what, as long as you absorb the doomsday factor and escape from this place, everything can still be saved...

She couldn't lift the card to look at it, and she couldn't be sure if it was working normally, she could only move the card again and again by feeling; during the moment when the puppeteer was silent, Lin Sanjiu kept repeating the same Order, trying to salvage the weak signal of improvement from the body.

As long as they absorb the doomsday factor, they can recover, right?The doomsday factor in this doomsday world at this moment must be the effect of [disease], right?

Heaven's reward for her hard work was a sharp whistle when she was desperately inhaling—this time, it sounded suddenly from Yu Yuan's mouth.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

They were locked in the isolation room one step ahead of her... Now it seems that the infection has already begun.

How could this be the case, [Nostradamus Card] could not absorb the doomsday factor in the entire world model, but it should be sucked clean a lot in a mere room, but it didn't stop the infection at all?
Maybe the cards weren't sucked enough...

Lin Sanjiu tried his best to gather the consciousness that was about to dissipate, and forced it into the card in his hand again.

If it wasn't for the "clang clang" sound of gold and iron colliding, which suddenly broke the heavy and thick silence in the room, she might have passed out again; she was startled, and realized that someone had opened the two doors of the isolation room. Daomen—the sound of footsteps that were not troubled by illness, quickly entered the room.

"It's time to take your medicine," the instructor said with a worried voice echoing in the room, paused and sighed after finishing speaking. "...No one will respond anymore."

After all, it was Lin Sanjiu's humanoid object. He did not hide his bias at all, and said to the other person behind him, "Help me up Lin Sanjiu, and I will give her medicine first."

That’s right, this place is called the [Medical System], so there should always be treatment methods, it shouldn’t be just letting patients gather together to wait to die...

Lin Sanjiu felt that someone stretched out a hand under her body, pressed against her back, and supported her up—then, her eyes met the face of a plastic model.

His dark eyes are always looking up at the sky, his red lips are fixed in a smile, and a wig sits crookedly on top of his head.Protruding from her armpits were two plastic hands.

It supported Lin Sanjiu with both arms, but its upper body stretched out obliquely, and turned its head to meet her four eyes, as if to stare at her with those painted eyes.

"You can't let people take care of you, otherwise you will be infected, so we are the only non-human nurses. Come on, take the medicine," the instructor said, squatting down, with a face that had never appeared before. complex look. "Oh, get better soon, or..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but just lowered his head, took out a paper-wrapped cube from a tray, and unwrapped the wrapping paper.The instructor took out the medicine in the paper bag and handed it over, Lin Sanjiu also lowered his head - it is very difficult to raise the head, but it is very easy to let the neck hang down by gravity.

At that moment, she saw two things clearly.

The first is the [Nostradamus Card] lying in her palm; after trying to absorb the doomsday factors so many times, the progress of the battery is still 0%.

Second, the "medicine" that the instructor handed her was a cube of sugar commonly used when drinking coffee.

　I have to make a big schedule adjustment on the weekend, so the update time will be a bit disordered...

　
(End of this chapter)