Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[Assistance system in operation]

[Remaining time for "Like a Dream": 3 days, 8 hours, 47 minutes and 26 seconds]

[It is detected that the host is currently in a hospital. 】

[The 'Life Recovery Location' condition of the 'Beautiful, Strong and Miserable' plugin has been triggered, and the value is being stabilized. ]

[Locked body value is 2, vital signs are stable. 】

When Yun Xianhe woke up, it was already bright.

The afternoon sun shone through the undrawn curtains onto the quilt on his chest, as warm as the bonfire in his dream last night.

The person who opened his eyes and saw the ceiling blinked blankly at first.

After feeling the breathing mask on my face and the faint smell of disinfectant,

Yun Xianhe frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust.

Even his body gradually tensed up.

"woke up?"

The voice beside him made Yun Xianhe pause when he was about to get up.

He turned his head slightly and saw Jinpei Matsuda sitting beside him on the bed.

The slow-moving hero blinked, apparently still having trouble understanding the situation:

"Mr. Zhenping?"

"Humph - you can still recognize who I am. It seems you are not stupid."

Matsuda Jinpei snorted softly.

Seeing Yun Xianhe trying to sit up, he reached out and stuffed the other person's hand back into the quilt:

"I'll go get the doctor, just stay here."

"I,"

"If you dare to run, I will definitely beat you up without that guy."

Yun Xianhe seemed to want to struggle again.

Unfortunately, Matsuda obviously did not give him this opportunity and turned around and left the ward.

Maybe he was even afraid that he would run away, so he closed the door.

The man lying on the bed, feeling powerless, opened his mouth and sighed slightly.

The hot air exhaled formed a thin layer of white mist on the oxygen mask.

He just wanted some water...

After lying there for another minute, the man regained control of his body and stood up with great effort.

He picked up his glasses from the table beside him and put them on, then tremblingly picked up the glass of water and took a sip.

Apart from the intensive care unit, the only sound in the ward was his slightly disordered breathing due to nasal congestion. It was eerily quiet.

Those who feel their throats are better sit by the head of the bed.

He subconsciously rubbed the oxygen mask with his fingertips on his lower abdomen, and half lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

[“What will you do after graduation? Well, even though I’m a healer, I don’t really like hospitals.”]

The sun stands on the bed,

The usually cheerful man stopped smiling and just stared at the boy on the bed in silence.

The hospital bed beneath him was transformed into a retro wooden bed; even the smell of dust in the air seemed to be simulated.

At that time, Yun Xianhe, who had to lie there because he was picked up due to injury, gently twisted the soft quilt on his fingertips.

He stretched out his palm to catch the sunlight that came in through the window, raised his head slightly and smiled at the other person:

[“So, I want to ask you, senior, if you want to join my adventure team.”]

In the world of heroes, healers are not actually essential members of an adventure team.

Because healing magic can not only instantly cure some negative buffs, dizziness, and other minor illnesses,

When facing a major trauma, it does not heal the person instantly after activation.

This process is a bit slow, and its effect is the same as that of taking two or three bottles of healing potions.

And the healer is in battle,

It is more about providing teammates with auxiliary functions such as buffs, damage reduction, and shields.

Their specialty is quietly making all kinds of strange potions in private.

Therefore,

As a profession that generally has poor physical skills and few attack skills, it can even be said that its panel is half as fragile as that of a magician.

Hospitals in city-states, clinics in small towns, or various potion shops are where most healers go after graduation.

The remaining healers usually choose to plant various trees, herbs, flowers, etc.

They have great talent and skills in this area.

When adventure groups select members, most of them will skip this profession.

Among the fifty adventurer teams, only a handful can always bring a healer with them.

Those that are carried usually need to be placed in the back row so that heavy-armored soldiers can protect them at all times.

Most adventurers feel that they don’t really need those few gain points, not to mention that the same goes for taking potions.

Among all the healers, Taiyang is undoubtedly the most different.

As a person who changed from an adventurer to a healer,

Even though his attack power has decreased, his combat power, danger instinct, and physical flexibility have long surpassed those of an ordinary healer.

In addition, he unexpectedly learned that the other party actually disliked hospitals, so Yun Xianhe made the invitation in advance.

Hearing this, Taiyang rubbed his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked a little proud:

[“You have a good eye, junior. …Okay, I promise you, junior.”]

[No, "Ayun", what do you think of this name? "]

[“Hehe——If there is no problem, I will call you Ayun from now on!”]

[“Congratulations on having the most skilled healer, Ayun.”]

Click,

The door of the ward opened, and Zhu Fu Jingguang rushed in before the doctor.

But there was obviously a small figure who was faster than him.

Conan finally got over after school and happened to see Yun Xianhe wake up. He rushed directly to Yun Xianhe's bed with an anxious look on his face.

He looked at the person sitting on the bed in a daze, and didn't even dare to shout at him too loudly:

"Brother Xianhe?"

The heterochromatic pupil blinked, and the illusion before his eyes disappeared again like a mirage in the mirror.

Yun Xianhe looked at the area on the bed illuminated by the sunlight with a bit of nostalgia, then turned to look at Conan beside the bed.

"Good afternoon, Conan. You're done with school."

"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately."

Zhu Fu Jingguang walked over slowly, looked at Yun Xianhe and opened his mouth slightly.

Obviously, he still remembered the other party's sudden loss of composure last night.

I always feel that I was the one who irritated the other person, causing him to faint, and the scene was a little depressing.

Yun Xianhe glanced at Zhu Fujing, who was standing like a log beside his bed, and greeted him with a gentle smile as always:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Guang."

Matsuda Jinpei who walked in later glanced at Yun Xianhe and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"How did you sit up by yourself?"

"I was a little thirsty, so I got up to get some water."

Seeing that Yun Xianhe didn't mention anything about last night, Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips slightly and reached out to touch the other's forehead.

"Fortunately, it seems that the temperature has completely dropped."

"Ahem!"

The doctor who was ignored in the back coughed twice, tapped the medical record folder in his hand and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Could you please move aside for a moment? Let me examine the patient."

"Feel sorry,"

When Yun Xianhe saw the doctor in a white coat, his pupils shrank slightly and his muscles tensed instantly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out and patted Yun Xianhe's shoulder soothingly, and whispered to him:

"Don't be afraid,"

"Doctor, ... could you take off your coat?"

Doctor Xiangtian, who was flipping through the medical records, paused, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Yun Xianhe who proposed this condition.

It must be said that this was the first time that he, the attending physician, saw his patient awake in the ward.

The first few times the other party came, they came quietly and left quietly, and the person involved was usually even in a coma.

Now, I suddenly saw that he was awake, and I found it quite novel.

Thinking of this, Dr. Xiangtian couldn't help but look at Yun Xianhe again.

He was writing on the medical record folder with a pen, and asked casually:

"why?"

"I have PTSD. I'm afraid if I watch it for a while longer, I'll probably hit you, doctor."

Limited people in limited scenes.

The hero who once massacred an entire hospital smiled politely at the other party.

The other hand, which was half-hidden in the quilt and had an IV drip, was slightly curled up.

The tip of his finger was already pressing on the shell dagger that he had just taken out of the system backpack.

Conan, who was standing by, obviously remembered the doctor friend that Yun Xianhe had mentioned who was buried in the hospital.

He turned around and carefully grasped the brave man's cool fingertips:

"It's okay, Brother Xianhe, we are still here."

On the other side, Dr. Mukaida paused when he heard his reason.

After making sure that Yun Xianhe was not joking with him,

He patiently took off his white coat and put it on a chair beside him.

After hearing what Yun Xianhe said, Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing at the end of the bed, walked straight to the window and opened the curtains.

A large amount of sunlight poured in, causing the brave man on the bed to squint his eyes unconsciously.

"Is this better?"

"Ah."

Absolutely not.

The inspection process went quite smoothly.

Yun Xianhe, who already had a medical qualification certificate, suppressed the nausea in his heart and answered the other party's questions fluently.

Combined with the physical condition displayed on the system panel, no one knows his current situation better than him.

Looking at the professional terms coming out of Yun Xianhe's mouth, Dr. Xiangtian, who was holding the case, was a little confused.

...So, the other person is actually a doctor? And so young? ?

After a complete set of routine inspections,

The good news is that Yun Xianhe’s high fever has subsided and he no longer needs to wear a breathing mask.

The bad news is that last night's high fever left him with a lot of complications.

In other words,

"I recommend that the patient remain in the hospital for a few more days for observation."