Interstellar Super Doctor

In the dark night, on the vast piles of rubble, the wind blew violently, raising the dust on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Xiao Mu was choking and coughing, looking up at the boundless black, with a desperate expression on his face.

Where is this? Why does it seem to never come to an end.

If the feeling of exhaustion were not so profound, he would almost suspect that he was dreaming.

After walking for a while, he was so tired that he could not stand it. He stumbled on a stone with a limp, and fell to the ground head-on. A heavy feeling of dizziness came, and he closed his eyes abruptly.

I don't know how long it took, there was a voice coming from the top of his head, the voice getting louder and louder, his eyelids moved, and he turned over, facing the sky, raising his breath and opening his eyes.

A white dot gradually approached, and the light became brighter and brighter. He could see clearly that it was the light on the plane.

Although, he had never seen this kind of aircraft-black, oval, like an alien aircraft in the movie.

The'airplane' got closer and closer, and finally hovered not far away. Two men in dark green military uniforms jumped down and ran towards him.

The familiar color made him feel at ease, and he lifted the last breath and fainted.

"God, so petite, shouldn't you be a guide?" The tall man was shocked.

"It's an ordinary person." The short man squatted down to check and breathed a sigh of relief.

When the tall man heard the words, he bent over and carried a human bag on his shoulders: "I was scared to death. I thought it was a guide. Since I'm an ordinary person, I just throw it to the hospital."

When Xiao Mu opened his eyes again, the sky was bright, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes, before adapting to it after a while.

This is a predominantly white room, which should be a hospital. After looking around for four weeks, he came to this conclusion.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a man with a height of at least 1.85 meters and wearing a white coat walked in.

Seeing him with his eyes open, the man sneered: "When I wake up, I am not a delicate guide. Why are you lying down?"

Xiao Mu didn't understand what ‘guide’ meant, but he could still understand the delicate and awkward situation. He sat up and said, "Sorry..."

The doctor lifted his hand to stop him: "Tsk, chirp."

Xiao Mu is dumbfounded. The hospital where he works has never been a doctor with such a bad attitude. Isn't he afraid of complaints from patients?

"You have a brain injury, now I ask you to answer-name?"

"Xiao Mu."

"age."

"26."

The doctor glanced at him: "Where is it from?"

"Province A and City B."

The doctor looked at him pityingly: "Amnesia plus fantasies, buddy, I really sympathize with you, so it's okay, don't engage in retro parties, are you not innocent?"

Xiao Mu looked dumbfounded: Is it so hasty? He has no memory and no illusions! What about retro parties?

"Doctor, did you make a mistake, I didn't..."

The doctor raised his hand again to stop him, very clean and confident.

"We have done genetic testing for you. Oh, we did not spy on your privacy. It's just that you don't have a terminal and you can't determine your identity, so you want to check your identity through genetics. Unfortunately, there is no result."

"But you can be sure that you are now 17 years old. As for the provinces and cities, tusk, I think if my history has not been forgotten, it should be the division of the ancient earth."

Ancient Earth? Xiao Mu swallowed, subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the nut from his pocket, and then took a breather.

"This is the medical coat you changed for me?" So classical? Somehow familiar.

He immediately realized why the doctor would say ‘retro party’.

"You have forgotten the clothes you wore-well, I can understand your amnesia." The doctor rolled his eyes.

Xiao Mu felt uneasy and stretched out his hands to his eyes. They were a pair of white and slender hands, but they were very strange.

"Is there a mirror?" He trembles, trying to stay calm.

"There is the bathroom." The doctor raised his finger to the left.

He rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind, and the doctor rolled his eyes again: "Don't worry, it's not disfigured. It doesn't matter if you look like a guide, you don't even have to be pretty."

Xiao Mu ignored him, he stared at himself in the mirror in a daze, pinched his face in disbelief, the pain came in an instant, not a dream!

He is not unfamiliar with the characters in the mirror, even familiar.

It was the role of Jiansanli in the game he played, Wanhua became a man, and even the clothes he wore were Wanhua school uniforms.

He took the A game in the college entrance examination that year, parked his character in the sea of ​​flowers in the Valley of Flowers, and went offline wearing a school uniform—this is what he looks like now.

"I admit that you look very good-looking, but don't you think there is a problem if you look at it for so long?" The doctor waited impatiently.

Xiao Mu recovered, he was somehow reborn in the character of the game, and this place is probably not the previous world.

"Excuse me," Xiao Mu felt a little uncomfortable, but also a little confused, "Where is this?"

"Imperial First Hospital," the doctor said, not going to talk nonsense, "the relevant departments will investigate you these days, and if there is no problem, they will reissue the personal terminal for you."

"The treatment of amnesia and phantasy is laborious and takes a long time. You have no money and cannot be treated temporarily."

The doctor paused: "By the way, the medical bills you currently need to pay are a total of 1,000 three-star coins. If you don't have money, you need to do labor in the hospital. You will work half a day every day and pay one hundred star coins."

Xiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how much, it's good to make money. He glanced at the hospital bed and said, "Can I live here?"

The doctor raised his eyebrows: "You like this ward? Of course, no problem. The fee is 50 beds per night. Starting tomorrow morning, I will go to the equipment room on the east side of the second floor to collect the equipment. Someone will tell you about the work."

Xiao Mu wrote it down: "Thank you, how do you call it?"

"Just call me Ximu." After Ximu finished speaking, he turned and waved his hand, "The lunch robot will be delivered."

There was only Xiao Mu left in the ward. He smiled bitterly and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the ancient costume, feeling incredible.

The lunch was delivered by a half-human robot. He stared at it for a long time. The robot placed the lunch box on the shelf by the door and walked out the same way.

Holding the lunch box, he was surprised to find that the food was very good, with cabbage, tomatoes and meat.

I just don't know if it is his illusion, I always feel a little awkward—something different from the usual ones.

With the chopsticks in the cabbage, the faint taste spread to his taste buds. He frowned and ate another tomato, which was of the same taste but tasteless. Finally, he ate the meat with the same taste.

He thought desperately, he lost his sense of taste.

Adhering to the idea of ​​full stomach, he ate all his food.

After eating, he was a little sleepy, and he was about to go to bed. There was a ding sound in his head, followed by a mechanical sound.

[Congratulations to the host for activating the game system]

At the same time, the sword three game panel appeared in his mind, and the panel stayed in the column of the skill interface. He was familiar with every skill, but it was all gray.

In the game, if the skill is not learned, the icon is dark.

There are two kinds of minds in the Wanhua School. The way of leaving the scriptures is the milk mind method, the master can also return to the blue when the blood is added, and the flower swim is the attack mind method.

At this time, the icon displayed on the panel is Lijingyidao. He is a Wanhua who fights with Huajian to play Lijingyidao. He remembers that he had used the book before going offline.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is because the pendant he wanted was printed out.

"How to activate the skill?" He asked tentatively in his mind.

[Click skill has instructions] Clean mechanical sound.

Xiao Mu wondered, how to click?

He stared at the panel, only to realize that the skills on the panel were not the same as the arrangement in the game. In the two rows, the first row was full of blood, and the second row was the damage reduction and return to blue support.

At the far left of the first row is the most commonly used skill ‘Needle Holding’, which is a continuous blood recovery skill.

He looked over, and suddenly a line of words appeared on the ‘holding needle’ icon—continuous recovery of mental strength, activation condition: Rescue 100 mentally disordered patients, and the current progress is 0.

What does mental confusion mean?

Soon, he understood what mental confusion is.

In the morning of the next day, he went to the instrument room to receive the therapy device and a walkie-talkie like a Bluetooth headset in accordance with Ximu's instructions.

After that, he kept going to the ward to treat the patient according to the room number stated on the intercom.

Many patients have incredibly hideous wounds, requiring at least 20 stitches on the earth. Here, holding the treatment device against the wound, waiting for five minutes, the wound will recover as before, without any scars.

He finally understood why Ximu let him work directly without asking him if he could do it, with the treatment device in his hand, learning to operate it again, really fools can do it.

He came out of the ward, glanced at the house number, and said to the intercom: "Patient 303 has been treated."

The voice of the hospital staff on the intercom almost immediately sounded: "Ward 118."

He was stunned, this is still the first patient on the first floor today.

He is currently on the third floor, so he didn't take the elevator. He took the stairs to the first floor, 113,114. He walked along while looking at the number plate.

"Bang..." A chair was suddenly thrown out of 115's room, flying straight in front of him, and the resulting wind raised his long hair.

Xiao Mu stared at the chair that was torn apart by hitting the wall ten meters away, his heart beating quickly.

A lot of strength, if he takes a step forward, his fate will probably be the same as that of the chair!

"Grab him, sleeping pills, hurry up!" An angry roar came from 115.

It was the voice of Nishiki.

He looked inside and saw Ximu and the two other people in white coats who were struggling constantly on the bed. After a while, the person lay down softly.

He subconsciously walked two steps in, very strange, he seemed to be able to feel the pain of that person, and there was an inexplicable impulse in his heart, wanting to help him.

"I didn't hit you?" Xilin walked to the door and asked him after he settled the patient.

"No," he glanced at the hospital bed. "What's wrong with him?" Mania?

"Mental power confusion," Ximu shrugged, "Sentinel's minor problems, just inject the guide agent, he has too little control, add some sleeping pills to make him honest."

"Why are you here?" Ximu asked and replied by himself, "I must be too busy to come. It seems that summer vacation is really a good day for the young sentry to be injured!"

The corner of Xiao Mu's mouth twitched, is there a good time for injury?

Hearing the unintelligible term again, he couldn't help but ask: "What does sentinel mean?"

Ximu walked out for a while, looking at him as if looking at him like an idiot: "Man, maybe you should go to the children's department for a few days."

He glanced over the treatment device in Xiao Mu's hand: "Which room?"

"118." Xiao Mu had no choice but to look at Xi Mu's reaction, and he knew that the question he asked was in this world, very stupid.

"It's just right. I'll go over and say as I walk." Ximu waved at him, and he trot to keep up.