"Hi..." Fu Bao said hello helplessly when he saw a familiar face in the emergency room.
"What happened this time?"
The general practitioner was treating Fu Bao's wounds and questioning Fu Bao happily, as if he was happy to see him again.
"...Accidentally hit my head."
Fu Bao replied dully that he did not dare to tell others the truth because it was too crazy.
"It seems you accidentally hit a stick like a bat." The GP hit the nail on the head. "However, your situation is not that simple."
"So what?" Fu Bao asked.
"I see that your hall is darkened and your life is not long." The general practitioner asserted.
"Please, you are a doctor. Don't talk about these things that are not your specialty at all. You should have some professional ethics."
Fu Bao couldn't help but complain.
"I'm a general practitioner." The general practitioner smiled brightly and said, "You are going to die."
"I heard you talking nonsense."
Fu Bao snorted coldly, but at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy. His stomach and brain were empty, his blood no longer flowed, and his nerves no longer conducted conduction. He rolled his eyes and fainted.
"I'll just say it."
The general practitioner showed an expression of "Sure enough," and then asked a nurse to prepare a heart shock. After a while of tossing, Fu Bao was finally revived.
"...What's going on?"
Fu Bao first found out that he was sent to the ward, and was surprised to find that he was very weak. It was definitely not just a concussion.
"Modern medicine can't explain it."
The general practitioner shook his head, "Your current physical condition is like that of a dying old man. This is simply impossible. Are you not already ninety-eight years old and pretending to be a teenager?"
Fu Bao glared at this unscrupulous doctor for actually saying this to a patient.
"Then it can only mean that your Yintang is as dark as stained with ink, and your three souls and seven souls should be much less, so you will be infected at any time."
The general practitioner shied away from responsibility and said mysteriously: "You're not going to sell your soul to the devil, are you?"
He has three souls and seven souls, and he has sold his soul to the devil. This doctor is worthy of being a general practitioner. He even uses a combination of Chinese and Western methods to curse people!
"Of course I didn't..." After Fu Bao retorted loudly, he suddenly remembered something, and he reached out and groped around the hospital bed.
No? !
Indeed, no, the black doll is missing. Of course, the doll has been snatched away by two servant ghosts, but... the black doll does not follow it like before, but it is very strange.
"what time is it now?"
Fu Bao asked hurriedly. Because he spoke too hastily and breathed quickly, he began to cough violently.
"Four p.m."
The general practitioner looked at his watch and asked curiously: "What does this have to do with anything?"
⋯⋯Of course it does!
Fu Bao looked at the sky outside the window. It was indeed close to dusk. Counting this, he had been away from the black doll for more than ten hours. The black doll had not returned. Maybe he was trapped by a servant ghost. He and the black doll had never been together. After being separated for so long, this was the first time they were separated, and he was in this situation. The guardian of the big cat clan also kept saying that the doll was a devil. The general practitioner's words may have been unexpectedly true...
A possibility came to Fu Bao's mind - he would die if he left the black doll.
Dad, what on earth did you do? Fu Bao wailed in his heart.
The general practitioner looked at Fu Bao with a habitual smile. That expression made Fu Bao want to punch him.
"…How long can I live?"
Swallowing heavily, he asked the GP nervously.
"Probably a few or dozens of hours."
"What?!"
Fu Bao screamed and started panting again due to excitement.
"I heard that you have no relatives? Do you need me to order a coffin for you? Or contact the funeral home? I know the boss and I can give you a discount."
The general practitioner smiled innocently.
“…Get out of here.”
Fu Bao said calmly.
"Ha, okay."
The general practitioner walked away gracefully. Fu Bao buried himself in the quilt and felt his strength drain away bit by bit. This was a particularly wonderful feeling, like flowers withering or rivers drying up. The feeling was so clear that Fu Bao was sure that it was... The departure of the black doll took away his vitality, but why was this?
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock.
Fu Bao was motionless under the quilt. He was thinking about what he would do with the remaining hours or dozens of hours of his life. Should he conclude the story on the supernatural forum and call it "An Unusual"? A tragic story about a father who was willing to die and left a black doll behind to kill his own son so that he could be reunited in the underworld."
⋯⋯But the person who knocked on the door was very stubborn, and the incessant "knock-knock" sound finally made Fu Bao stop thinking. He lifted the quilt and sat up.
"What's the fuss about?"
Fu Bao was very angry. He was already dying. Can't he be allowed to spend the last days of his life quietly?
It's just that his condition is really bad now, so he yelled and started coughing violently.
The door to the ward was pushed open quietly, and a figure walked in. His footsteps were light and delicate, like a cat, but he would make a crisp sound of "ringing" from time to time as he walked.
Fu Bao finally stopped coughing. He raised his head and wanted to glare at this guy who disturbed others' peace before death. But when he saw the other person's appearance, his anger turned into surprise.
It was a little lolita, less than 150 centimeters tall, wearing a white skirt, with a bell around her neck and a bow on her head. She had big watery eyes and long eyelashes that were constantly trembling. She was a What a pink and delicious little lolita.
When Fu Bao saw the best little loli appear, he was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had gone to the wrong door.
"I am the guardian of the big cat clan."
When he asked, the little loli replied like this.
What?
Fu Bao didn't hear clearly, his mind was still confused.
"I am the guardian of the big cat clan, hello, family heirloom."
The little loli repeated.
"You, you, you, you..." Fu Bao came to his senses. His ID on that supernatural forum was called Heirloom. He used a word that was very similar to his name as his ID, and the guardian of the big cat clan kept saying it. The boring guy who harassed him for the first time didn't expect his true identity to be a little Lolita? !
"Well, that's me."
The little Loli nodded solemnly, the pink bow on her head swayed, and the silver bell around her neck jingled.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fu Bao could only ask this question.
"I've always wanted to find you, but the devil is by your side. I couldn't divine your whereabouts, but I didn't give up and kept trying. Suddenly I succeeded. I thought something must have happened, so I hurried over and found out..."
Little Loli covered her chest with her hands and said with a sad face: "You are going to die."
⋯⋯Hey, did he have the words "I'm going to die" written on his face? Why does everyone say this?
Fu Bao sighed and asked strangely: "How...how did you see that?"
After all, the general practitioner has the equipment to check, but what about her?
The little Loli was about to say something, but suddenly she frowned, turned to the empty hospital bed next to her and said, "Hey, stop arguing, or I'll eat you!"
The little loli suddenly became fierce, which made Fu Bao a little uncomfortable, but what on earth was she talking about... "There is a sick and dead ghost who keeps making noises, which is very annoying."
Little Loli explained.
Sick to death?
Fu Bao suddenly remembered the sick ghost who lived in the bed next to him last time. Now that he thought about it, he was still living in the same ward this time. Was it because there was no black doll that he could not see the ghost?
Just now, the little loli said there was a ghost...she could see ghosts! The little loli can see ghosts.
After this idea appeared in Fu Bao's mind, he asked in surprise: "Can you see...him?"
Although Fu Bao can't see the sick ghost now, he must have a sick ghost that is not over seven years old and is screaming and wailing over there.
"Yeah, of course I can see it, meow."
The little Loli nodded solemnly again, "I have Yin and Yang eyes."
