My Boss, the White-haired Nun

To a certain extent, the stigmata can even be regarded as the holder itself, an extension of his life and will.The stigmata is like a book that records every bit of the holder's feelings about the collapse, those memories that are strongly unwilling to give up, and those obsessions that cannot be forgotten even if their lives are gone.

And all of these condensed things are the "stigmata space".

Therefore, the meaning of inheriting the stigmata left by a person is close to experiencing all the important pasts in this person's life, and also inheriting everything this person has.

So this is why even though the human saint had already passed away when Gong Ming was born in South China Sea, Gong Ming still regarded himself as the disciple of that saint.

but now……

Looking at the four words he wrote on the paper, Gong Ming felt helpless.

The consciousness of Qiyana and Raiden Mei had undoubtedly been sucked into the stigmata space belonging to Yae Sakura, but Gong Ming was suddenly surprised to find that besides ensuring that the two girls' bodies were always in the best condition , Can't do anything.

Nothing can be done.

He was suddenly a little irritable, and he threw the pen in his hand and was about to walk out, as if the not-so-small space inside the office gave him great pressure, and he was eager to enter the outside space to adjust his breathing.

But he had just walked out of the office for a few minutes.The moment he was about to step out of the hospital gate, two Valkyries who had been guarding there greeted him.

The two of them didn't speak, with embarrassed expressions on their faces, but they still stood firmly in front of him.

"Teacher Gong Ming..." One of the girls hesitated to speak, but hesitated for a long time, and really didn't know how to repeat Teresa's order to Gong Ming.

"……excuse me."

Gong Ming was silent for a while, then smiled apologetically at the two girls, apologized softly, turned around and walked back to the hospital.

In a huge hospital, he was the only one sitting alone on a chair against the wall in the hospital lobby.The white fluorescent lamps on the ceiling of the hall shone brightly, casting a somewhat crooked shadow on the wall behind him.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of unhurried footsteps reached his ears.He didn't pay attention to the sound at first, until a pair of little feet in high heels broke into his lowered vision.

"..."

The visitor looked at him, was silent for a moment, walked lightly to his side and sat down next to him, and handed him the things in his hand.

It was a thermos bucket, and there was a faint smell of hot chicken soup coming from it.

Gong Ming looked to the side, and saw Fu Hua's very familiar face.

The girl looked at him quietly, with a trace of unobvious concern in her eyes.

"Eat something," she said softly.

"You know I don't need to eat these." Gong Ming shook his head.

"You don't need it, but you don't need it. It's not a bad thing to add a little energy supply." The girl shook the thermos in her hand to signal Gong Ming to take it.

"Take it, I'm very tired."

Gong Ming took a deep look at her, and took the chicken soup from her hand.

Only then did Fu Hua show a satisfied smile.

Under Fu Hua's gaze, Gong Ming opened the thermos and began to eat.

The chicken soup at a suitable temperature exudes a faint aroma, gradually filling the entire space.But Gong Ming's face was expressionless until it became a little silent.

After a while, Gong Ming, who drank the small bucket of chicken soup with a dazed expression, leaned against the back of the chair with the bucket in his arms, raised his head and stared blankly at the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.

Fu Hua sat beside him, didn't speak, just put a small hand on his thigh, and quietly looked at the side face of the man with his head up.

Time passed minute by minute in the silence of the two, and the ticking sound of the alarm clock on the wall continued to echo in this quiet space.

It took a long time before Gong Ming spoke.

When the lips were opened, they were even a little sticky due to dryness.

"I didn't intend to trouble you..." he said. "but now……"

Gong Ming's words paused.There was an unmistakable sense of tiredness and bitterness in his tone.

"I want to ask you a favor."

"Let's talk." Fu Hua nodded, thought for a while, and added:

"There was no need to be so polite between us."

Gong Ming just smiled wryly.

"Entering other people's spiritual space is your exclusive ability. I would like to ask you to help me enter that stigmata space. If possible... Protect them as much as possible."

For a moment, there was an inexplicable look on Fu Hua's face, but it faded away in an instant.

"Ah."

She nodded lightly.

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Ps:

I drank wine with my family tonight, and I was a little sleepy, so I will return this chapter first and continue tomorrow.Goodnight everybody.

Chapter 90 Let's go back to the beginning of the story (first update)

Raiden Mei opened her eyes in a daze, and the first thing she saw was the astonishingly blue and pure sky.

The comfortable wind in the autumn afternoon gently blows over her delicate face, and the thick grass under her body is soft with distinct layers.The sound of whirling leaves and the slight sound of water flow could be heard faintly from the side, and the air was also filled with the faint sense of warmth unique to streams and rivers.