Crazy criticism of the heroine as a god in the spirit world

Chapter 54
"Hai Ling, Hai Ling..."

There were bursts of voices in my ears.

It seems that there is Zhang Yi for a while, Xiong Xin for a while, director Peng for a while, and the old director for a while.

These voices seemed extremely anxious, but they were far and near at times.

I tried hard to open my eyes but couldn't. In the dark, I struggled for a long time.

Finally, the pain in my whole body activated my brain cells, and once again my soul and body were in harmony.

I struggled to open my eyes, only to find that every inch of my skin seemed to be hurting, as long as I moved a little, it was like a needle prick.

When the people around me saw that I opened my eyes, they made another sound:
"Hai Ling, how do you feel!" Zhang Yi's voice seemed a little far away.

"She woke up, her symptoms are not very clear, she must stay in the hospital for observation!"

A strange voice sounded, and I turned my eyeballs to try to see this hazy world clearly.

It turned out that I had already arrived at the hospital, and a bunch of people were crowded in the room.

"Then how long will it take her to get better? What's the reason?"

I actually heard the voice of Xiong's new mother, Aunt Fang.

I instinctively wanted to get up, but was told not to move: "You can't move yet! You should have an allergic reaction."

"Allergy?" Xiong Xin's voice was a little surprised.

"Let's assume that for the time being, because for some unknown reason, her skin is all purple and cannot be touched, and the subcutaneous tissue is extremely active.

But checking all the data, there is no other toxins in the blood, and just now when Lao Qin and his people came, they took all the food on the table today for inspection, and found no poisonous food.

We can only judge it as an allergy at present. "

I finally realized that this strange voice came from a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat.

He looked at me helplessly: "This allergic reaction varies from person to person, and the symptoms are also different, and the allergens are also strange, so it is difficult to make a conclusion at the moment."

"Then when will his allergic symptoms be relieved!" Zhang Yi asked eagerly.

"This is not very clear. As I said just now, this allergic symptom varies from person to person. Now it is not clear what Miss Hai is allergic to. What is the substance contained in this thing? We have no way to give a corresponding answer." Pain relief and general antiallergic drugs can only be used.”

"Then after talking for a long time, it means that there is no cure for her disease?"

Xiong Xin also asked.

"Then doctor, may I ask if this is life-threatening!" came the voice of the old director.

"It's hard to say!" The doctor paused and said, "Some people will be fine in two days, and some people may lose their lives. It's hard to say."

"What? Your life is in danger..." Aunt Fang exclaimed.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Aunt Fang seemed to start to sob for a while.

"This child...why is his life so miserable!" She said as she seemed to go out the door.

I listened vaguely, thinking to myself: This must not be an allergy!

"I...what the hell is going on with me!" I tried to open my mouth and spit out a sentence, as if I felt like I was going to die with just a little effort to speak.

Even the slightest movement of the lips will feel pain like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

After waiting for a long time, no one seemed to be willing to tell me what state I am now.

Finally, I heard Zhang Yi say: "Now your whole body is swollen like a pig."

……

what……

Strange to say that I am in pain all over my body, all the cells have only one feeling, and that is pain!

And this kind of pain seems to come from the ice hell, the thousand-year-old ice needle is pricking you!Every inch of skin is spared!
I cursed silently in my heart!
Anyway, I'm sure I can't die as a errand, otherwise, shouldn't what I see now be two adults, black and white?
But how long will this sin last? It really hurts too much.

"Don't worry, I won't die."

I saw that a group of people were a little lifeless, so in order to ease the atmosphere, I tried my best to say a word of reassurance.

"What's not dead, really!" Zhang Yi was at a loss for words for a while.

"Don't talk too much, isn't it painful!" Xiong Xin seemed to be standing on the right side of my bed.

I rolled my eyeballs to see his scorched face, maybe I'm a little swollen now.

I seem to see from their eyes that I seem to be quite serious.

"Those reporters are still outside, why don't you tell them to leave!"

The voice of the old field manager was relatively calm: "Everyone, don't worry too much, I believe Lingling will be fine, she will be fine in two days.

It's just that I will suffer some hardships these two days!Zhang Yi went back in a while and brought the curator over. "

"Ah?" Zhang Yi was a little puzzled...

He and Xiong Xin were about to go out to dismiss the group of reporters, but they were confused by a sentence from the old director.

"Who is the curator?" The doctor asked suddenly.

"Oh, it's her cat!" Xiong Xin replied.

"That's not acceptable. Cats are not allowed in our hospital. During her hospitalization, your relatives and friends have to help take care of her cat."

The doctor apparently forbids bringing the cat to the hospital.

"Ah..." The old field chief let out a long sigh of anxiety and worry.

"You can all withdraw and let the patient rest well. Her skin is extremely fragile due to allergies. If she is infected with any bacteria, it will aggravate her condition. So it is better to have fewer people coming and going.

Don't worry, Mr. Fan has already said hello, and Miss Shanghai is a public figure now, we will definitely take good care of her. "

The doctor spoke in a very professional tone, and began to signal everyone in the room to get out.

After a while of hissing and caring, I finally calmed down slowly amidst the noise outside the door.

I took a deep breath, but this breath made all the nerves in my body jump out to fight the pain.

I struggled to sit up, because I really wanted to see what I was like now.

But obviously I exerted a lot of strength and still didn't move my body half a point!

I began to curse secretly in my heart: This dead cat hasn't appeared yet.

Who exactly is Fan Tiancheng? Judging from his implication and my current reaction, this guy must not be a normal human being.

Could it be that he is a big shot, he still knows the curator, and he seems to know that the curator is away these days?

His sentence: He may not be able to come!

what does this mean?
Why do I always feel that he knows the reason why the curator can't come?

What the hell did he do to me, making me swollen and immobile like a living corpse?

Could it be... the curator is in any danger!
Thinking of this, I am anxious...

"curator……"

　When writing this chapter, the author happened to be in the sun, lying on the bed feeling pain all over his body!So let the heroine feel it too! ! !Hahaha, am I bad!

　　
　
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