[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"Okay," Wahua put aside the tools for removing the stitches, and simply cleaned the wound, "It healed quickly, but it looks like there may be scars, what a pity."

"It's okay, thank you, Miss Nurse." Ya Lian couldn't lift his spirits at all.After getting lost last night, all kinds of midnight terrors were staged in the hospital. If I hadn't been lucky enough to walk to the nurse's station and be escorted back to my room, I might have wandered around like a maze all night.The sleep-deprived teenager has been yawning since the moment he changed his dressing.

"As I said before, just call me Wax Flower. Come on, Mr. Walker," the young nurse looked at Allen expectantly, with her braided braids curled up, "try calling me Wax Flower. No honorifics."

"Hmm...wax flower." Allen smiled.

"Mr. Walker's smile is so warm." Waxhua sighed happily, thinking that it's really useless, why don't I call him "Mr. Walker", try calling him "Alian" without honorifics, idiot!So is this the nympho mentioned in the book?

"Alian," a male voice came from the aisle, "he can be discharged from the hospital."

"doctor……"

"morning."

The nurses on the side saluted one after another.

"S...doctor, good morning," Allen paused, "well, almost recovered."

"That's good, take care of yourself," the doctor stepped forward and patted Allen on the shoulder, "Then I'm going to make rounds, goodbye."

"Well, okay." Allen replied, watching the doctor's back gradually go away.

The nurses went about their business again.

"Then, the inspection is over, right?" Allen stood up, "Can I go now?"

"Yes, Mr. Walker. Welcome to see you next time..." Wax Flower suddenly realized that it was in the hospital, "Oh no, I mean, I hope to see you again...not right, I mean... ..."

"Well, I see." Allen bowed to the flushed wax flower and waved goodbye, "Thank you, wax flower."

Until Alian's figure gradually moved away from sight, Wahua was still in a state of confusion, her face seemed to have been scalded.

"Wax flower? Wax flower..."

"Eh?" The person who had been in a daze before finally realized that someone was calling her.

"Really, why are you so dazed in broad daylight?" The short-haired little nurse who was on duty together was arranging her nurse cap in front of the mirror, and then said in a low voice, "Have you heard? The seriously injured nurse who was sent two days ago The patient, that is, the fierce looking one, seemed to suddenly get worse and died last night."

"Eh? I don't know."

"Hey, why did it suddenly get worse? Dr. Siman said during the ward round last night that everything is normal and we can rest." The little nurse said a little discouraged.

"Are you talking about the bearded patient? I don't think it's right," a fat middle-aged nurse approached, "I was on duty last night, and when I went to the toilet in the early morning, I saw the cleaning staff cleaning the sheets in that room. There's a lot of blood..."

"Did you read it wrong?" The little nurse was speechless. "You must not be wearing glasses. With your eyesight, you can see the needle as a straw."

"I'm not going to lie to you," the fat nurse said anxiously, "At that time I thought the patient had changed rooms, but I didn't expect to hear that he died early in the morning. Looking at that vicious look, he might have caused something serious." big shot."

"Come on, you watched too many horror movies on the night shift," the little nurse put on her lipstick and pursed her lips in front of the mirror, "Or you committed sleepwalking again last night."

"I've never sleepwalked before."

"Eh? No?"

"Did you listen to me carefully..."

Wahua didn't listen to their conversation any more, she sorted out the medical records on her own, and paused when she saw the death certificate.

When I went to the ward round with Dr. Siman last night, the patient did not seem to have any major problems.It's unpredictable.

Putting the death confirmation sheet into the case folder, Wahua remembered that after Dr. Siman's examination, he didn't lock the door when he asked himself to go back to rest, and what he said when he reminded him.

I don't remember exactly.After sorting it out roughly, Wahua inserted the medical record folder into the file rack, and returned to the duty desk to copy the attendance sheet.

When the name of Dr. Siman was copied, Wahua suddenly remembered that what he seemed to be saying at that time was...

"There are people who want to see him."

Who else, the few men in sunglasses who were standing there before were called away by Dr. Sman and never came again. The patient didn't even have a person to take care of him.Maybe it's because he didn't accumulate virtue enough during his lifetime.

Human life is indeed a fragile thing.

Wax Flower thought to herself.

"Boss! Give me this, this, this, and this, ten skewers of each... no, thirty skewers!"

"Okay, come right away!" The owner of the barbecue stall in the snack street was so happy, "I haven't seen you here for a few days, Allen, I thought you changed your taste."

"How come, glutinous rice balls are my lifelong belief! I will resolutely follow through to the end... Wow, it smells so good!"

"Haha, eat slowly and be careful not to burn, after eating there is still more..."

"—Boss, here I want a fried chicken wing and a roasted chicken leg!"

"Okay, let's come—"

Lack of sleep and lack of energy or something, it's just a cloud when you encounter delicious food.Allen, whose appetite was finally satisfied, felt as if his whole body was charged with energy.

Large strings of glutinous rice balls were steaming, warming their faces, and the aroma of freshly fried glutinous rice scrambled into their noses.The food stand's regular customers munch on the meatballs, and the bamboo sticks and empty plates pile up on the table.

Looking at the sauce dripping down slowly, Allen suddenly remembered the steaming glutinous rice balls scattered on the square.The pale golden skin is covered with sunlight, and I always think it will be delicious.

"boss--"

"coming!"

"Fifty strings more!"

"okay!"

When the doorbell rang, Tiqi was thinking about how to conquer the pair of chopsticks with his left hand.

"Tiqi," as soon as the door opened, the owner saw the familiar smiling face in the sun, "Have you eaten yet? I brought you something."

"Well...not yet." Tiqi let the boy into the room, and hurried to hide the bowl of instant noodles on the coffee table, but it was already too late.

"Eh? Tiki, you just eat this?" Allen not only refers to the things on the table, but also includes a large pile of instant noodle packaging bags that have not been emptied in the trash can, "You don't think you have instant noodles for several meals in a row Bar?"

"Why, no? I like it." Tiqi was confident, and carried the freshly soaked noodles into the kitchen, "But this bowl just got soaked, so I still don't want to eat it."

After a burst of splashing water, Tiqi came out of the kitchen, sat down at the coffee table and asked curiously.

"What did you bring?"

"Glutinous rice balls!" The boy proudly opened the paper bag and put it on the table, and added, "Sweet sauce!"

"Well, what else?"

"And here," the boy excitedly opened another paper bag, "Spicy sauce! Glutinous rice balls!"

"Then this one?"

"Three fresh glutinous rice balls!"

"this?"

“Spiced glutinous rice balls!”

"this?"

“Wasabi glutinous rice balls!”

"This one……"

"Glutinous rice balls!"

"This one……"

"Glutinous rice balls!"

"This……"

"This is also a glutinous rice ball! This, this, this, and this are all glutinous rice balls!"

The teenager smiled brightly, like a food salesman.

"What about this one?" Someone who regretted dumping his lunch into the drain pointed his finger at the little white head in front of him, "Is it also a glutinous rice ball?"

"Stop making trouble," Allen turned his face to avoid it, and continued with a high-spirited look, "I brought you food specially. I saw you buying a lot at the square that day, and I didn't expect you to like this too!"

"Which one?" Someone deliberately pretended not to understand, "This one? Or this one?"

First he pointed to the paper bags all over the table, and then he pointed to the white head.

"Tiqi—" Allen dragged out his tone, "You did it on purpose."

"But I just want to eat you, what should I do?" The hungry man continued to play.

"I'm too lazy to care about you," the young man resorted to ineffective tactics, "I'll be rude if you don't eat, I've been hungry for a long time all the way here!"

Obviously, there is already a big cart of glutinous rice balls in my stomach.

"Eat, of course. But I'm a wounded person, so it's inconvenient." Tiqi raised his right hand wrapped into a rice dumpling aggrievedly.

"...Don't you still have a left hand?" Allen blinked, and had already finished off the two strings of meatballs.

"I'm used to using my right hand."

"Eating meatballs can be held with one hand!" the boy complained unceremoniously.

"I don't care," the hungry wounded acted like a child, "feed me."

"Sen...Sen (what)? Cough cough..." Yalian asked in a startled lisp, almost choking on his mouth full of food.

"I said..." The wounded man, who refused to let it go, came over and supported the boy's chin with his uninjured left hand, "You, hello, me."

"Don't do it."

"It's too cruel to reject a wounded person with limited mobility so quickly." The wounded person with limited mobility leaned on his back on the sofa, his right elbow resting on one side, and his left hand was still "moving" through the boy's hair.

"Don't do it."

"Hey, it's true that youth is easy to pass away, youth is easy to grow old, and the charm index is not enough so soon." The wounded sighed in a rather bleak tone, "It's so cruel, let me, an uncle who is seriously injured and unable to move, In this way, no one loves me and dies alone here..."

"You can stop it." The young man stuffed the glutinous rice balls he was about to put into his mouth into the mouth of the chattering uncle, with a look of unbearable expression on his face, "I'm going to spit it out if I continue talking."

"Well, it's delicious." The wounded man, who was sighing just now, began to chew with a look of intoxication.

"Hey, it's getting too fast."

"Ah—" the wounded opened his mouth wide, reminding the feeder, "I'm done eating."

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