Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 93 Mental Hospital
When Yanlan opened her eyes, she found that she was still lying on the hospital bed, not going crazy and causing trouble, and even slightly changed her posture to block the surveillance view of the room.

Very good, the after-sales service is very good this time, and even the clothes are rationally replaced with hospital gowns.

Yan Lan turned her gaze away, the clock on the wall was still turning.

It was 08:30 am to leave and it is now 10:30 am.

This time the dungeon is not equal to the time in reality, which is conducive to reasonable concealment.

"vomit--"

Yan Lan suddenly felt dizzy, and retched violently just as she was about to sit up, her stomach writhed together, and her temples swelled to the point of sharp pain.

Leaning over to press the side of the bed, Yan Lan pressed her stomach with one hand, and tightly clutched the white sheet with the other. The veins on the back of her hand were bulging, sweat dripped down her forehead, and her lips were instantly pale and colorless.

cost.

She has to pay a price to use the extra power, even if there is no response in the game, it will produce abnormalities in reality.

What's more, if you get injured in the game, reality will be projected.

"Daoist Yan, what's wrong with you?"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Mr. Xian Li, who noticed the abnormality from the monitoring, rushed to the bed in three steps and two steps, and while pressing the bed bell, he supported Yan Lan who was curled up.

"Daoist Yan, Daoist Yan, please hold on," Xian Lijun took out the syringe from the car pushed by the nurse, "The doctor will be here soon, I will give you a shot of painkiller first."

"Yes," Yan Lan trembled her lips, "it's acute gastritis."

Mr. Xian Li didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"What's going on?" The doctor strode forward, quickly diagnosed and ordered, "Acute gastritis, in addition to painkillers, inject metoclopramide, an H2 receptor antagonist."

"Hey, good good."

Yan Lan curled up, closed her eyes tightly, beads of sweat slipped from her furrowed forehead, onto the bed sheet.

……

"I was really scared this morning. I happened to be in the duty room and ran over when I saw something wrong with you."

Mr. Xian Li put the rice porridge on the small table of the hospital bed, "I thought it was something wrong with the food, but luckily the vomiting was not frequent, but there was some stomach bleeding, the Taoist priest still drank some millet porridge to nourish himself and control his diet.

"Dr. Luo said that the medicines to be taken recently should also be stopped to prevent further damage to the gastric mucosa."

"Thank you." Yan Lan nodded and stirred the millet porridge with a spoon.

"Try it, I made it myself," Mr. Xian Li said softly, "Although it's all rice porridge, the canteen in the nursing home still doesn't taste as good."

Yan Lan's hand holding the spoon paused, then raised her head and smiled at Mr. Xian Li, "Thank you so much."

Xian Lijun bent his lips and shook his head slightly.

"Miss Jian, you can't go in. Daoist Yan just recovered from acute gastritis this morning." The little nurse's helpless and anxious voice came, "Didn't you just come to visit this morning?"

"I just came here this morning, can't I come this afternoon?" Jian Mengyao complained, but she didn't force her in, and turned to bribes, "Oh, why don't you let me in, I'll treat you to milk tea for a manicure! Let my dad send you a bonus!"

The little nurse struggled: "...don't embarrass me."

Mr. Xian Li tilted his head to listen, then looked at Yan Lan who was wearing a hospital gown, his lips moved and he still spoke:
"Are you and Miss Jane...very familiar?"

"Fortunately, she wants to ask me to learn about numerology." Yan Lan put down the spoon, "Can you please let me go?"

"Of course," Mr. Xian Li's smile remained unchanged, "after all, if Miss Jian went to the dean, the result would be the same."

"?"

Yan Lan always felt that something was wrong, what she said was true, but it didn't look like Mr. Xian Li could say it.

Before Yan Lan could say anything more, Mr. Xian Li bent over to help her tuck the quilt, with a soft tone:
"Then don't chat for too long. If you are not in good health, you should take a good rest. Drink the porridge in time and don't let it cool. If you don't want to talk anymore, you can signal to the monitor, and I will come in to help you."

I'm afraid I don't have this chance.

Yan Lan thought about it, but still nodded: "Thank you head nurse."

Mr. Xianli went out, and after a short conversation, Jian Mengtian quickly entered the door, the sound of high heels hitting the floor was clear and hasty, before even sitting down, she said impatiently:
"After I left this morning, the car broke down in the forest, and then there was a lot of fog in the forest, and the driver fell asleep immediately, and then a lot of mice came out! They were all long-haired gray mice, and they carried A small red sedan chair with a white mouse on it! It even talks!"

Yan Lan took a sip of porridge calmly, feeling that the temperature was just right, "What did he say?"

"I do not know."

"Ok?"

Jian Mengtian wanted to cry without tears: "I beat it away with my high-heeled shoes before it could speak, and the heel hit it right on the head, knocking it out—didn't you notice that I changed a pair of shoes? "

"..."

How do I find out?You even changed your clothes!
No, even the manicure is different from the morning.

Yan Lan was helpless, "Take me out."

"what?"

"This matter needs to be resolved outside, and it cannot be resolved here," Yan Lan put down her spoon, "I have no relatives, and no one guarantees that I will not be able to get out."

"Okay, okay, I..."

Jian Mengtian paused, hesitated: "But didn't you just have acute gastritis in the morning? Will there be any accidents if you walk around now? I can take a bed and stay here for the night, and we will set off tomorrow morning."

To be able to think about her, I thought this young lady would be impatient.

"No, let's go," Yan Lan picked up the bowl, "Solve it early and feel at ease."

"Okay." Jian Mengtian went to do it immediately, and Yan Lan finished the porridge.

Jian Mengtian's efficiency was extremely high, and the identity of the dean's daughter allowed her to skip all the procedures and directly stamped it in the dean's office.

Almost as soon as Yan Lan explained the situation to Mr. Xian Li, she entered the ward with the consent form.

"Do you still want to change?" Jian Mengtian asked anxiously.

"No need," Yan Lan put on cotton slippers and wrapped a down jacket casually, "Let's go, I'll be back before eight o'clock in the evening."

"Be careful on the road."

Mr. Xian Li watched Yan Lan get into the car, and watched the car drive out of the gate of the nursing home.

"Where are we going?" Jian Mengtian and Yanlan sat in the back seat together.

"Is there any smoke?" Yan Lan took off her down jacket in the car and answered irrelevant questions.

"Have."

Jian Mengtian hurriedly took out the lighter and women's cigarettes from her bag, they were still peachy.

"This smoke," Yan Lan laughed, and skillfully lit the fire, "Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, where are we going?"

Jian Mengtian was dying of anxiety, "You said you are a Taoist priest, you can pinch and count, can you just tell me when, where and what will happen in the future, how to avoid it and how to change it, I will be punished if this happens a few times. Scared to death!
"You don't even know that when I'm nervous or scared, I want to get a manicure and change my clothes. The manicure I just did two days ago was removed and re-done today. I..."

Yan Lan looked out the window, and suddenly laughed softly, like a soothing nasal sound.

Jianmeng is sweetly stuck.

She couldn't see Yan Lan's expression clearly, but felt that this man was more relaxed than usual when he smoked, and the large hospital gown made him look thin from the inside out, as if every fold of the clothes exuded a lazy atmosphere.

Yan Lan leaned back into the soft and comfortable car seat, her voice was hoarse, and she smiled teasingly: "You are so timid."

Jian Mengtian blushed: "I, I..."

"Predicting the future is called metaphysics. You can look forward to it and plan ahead, but don't ask the future to be the same as you imagined."

Yan Lan casually raised her hand, flicked the ash in the ashtray, and said in a leisurely voice, "If that's not the expectation, it's arrogance."

Jian Mengtian lowered her head and broke off the manicure, and nodded listlessly: "...Oh."

"Miss, where are we going?" the driver in front asked.

Jian Mengtian looked at Yanlan.

The latter finally replied unhurriedly:

"Go to Chunyang High School."

(End of this chapter)