Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 438 Caged Bird

"No, you can't eat spicy crayfish."

Duan Mingyuan raised his objection almost without thinking.

The girl's health was deteriorating and the hospital would only provide her with nutritious meals.

White porridge and boiled eggs, with some pickles, taste bland but are good for her health.

In the past few months, Renci Hospital has conducted a total of seven expert consultations. They have mobilized all resources and invited the best experts. Since the day the girl was admitted to the hospital, she has cooperated with countless examinations, but even so, no one can diagnose what disease she has.

Her body was getting weaker and weaker, and she was slowly dying.

In this situation, feeding her spicy crayfish would be tantamount to killing her.

At that time, Duan Mingyuan could only vaguely sense that the disease seemed to originate from the girl's brain, and that some invisible thing in her brain was rapidly absorbing her life energy.

But he was not a professional doctor and could not find any medical theory to support his ideas.

Yu Shouting also reported Duan Mingyuan's discovery to Renci Hospital many times. Experts scanned the girl's brain many times, but failed to find any abnormalities. Until the end, the great expert in brain science could only say with frustration that perhaps it was not the medical condition that was taking the girl's life, but some kind of supernatural power.

Not all deaths in this world can be explained by medicine. The only thing they know is that the girl doesn’t have much time left.

Maybe just a few days or less.

Duan Mingyuan saw it more clearly. The girl's life energy was very little. When the remaining energy was consumed, death would come.

Therefore, the only solution he could think of was to reconstruct the girl's brain, praying that this almost formatting method could cure her condition.

"Woo, Brother Mingyuan is a liar!"

The girl's chubby face became more obvious. She lay straight on the bed, covering half of her face with her hair, but she was secretly looking at Duan Mingyuan, and she quickly dodged when their eyes met.

Jiu Yue clenched her fists and her body trembled slightly. She felt that she was about to have high blood pressure.

After leaving her "deep memory", she might also need Mr. Ming Yuan to diagnose herself.

But even though her high blood pressure was about to relapse, Jiu Yue still performed her duties as a psychiatrist professionally. A certain memory in her mind was also awakened. "I know her. There was a 'little prophet' in Yunlong City. It's a pity that she died young. She died of a serious illness when she was a teenager."

That's why hunters place so much emphasis on girls.

To Mikaribi, she is the most important intelligence officer, and any organization needs someone who can help them foresee the future.

Therefore, since the girl fell ill, they have mobilized all medical resources.

"It's 'black mud'."

After many years, Duan Mingyuan revisited the old place and found the cause of the symptoms from the future. Unfortunately, the answer seemed to come a little too late.

The girl is dead, and the Imperial Court disintegrated a few years after her death. Many of her former comrades became avengers overwhelmed by hatred.

The "Forgotten Void" they formed became a notorious terrorist organization.

"The 'black mud' gave her the ability to foresee the future, but it was also eating away at her life energy. Her life energy at the time was not enough to sustain the symbiosis with the 'black mud', which explains all the symptoms."

Duan Mingyuan looked at the girl who was still sulking on the bed. If he were the person he is now, he might be able to find a way to separate the will of the "black mud" from the girl.

"Simply rewiring the brain won't work."

Although he knew that his memory self could not hear the diagnosis he made, he still spoke out his thoughts.

And the memory is still going on.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, and the girl who wrapped herself tightly in the quilt seemed to give in. She said, "Then, tell me a story."

"story?"

"I want an exciting story about evil spirits, preferably one with a plot as twists and turns as a comic book." Duan Mingyuan, who was in high school, remained silent for a long time when faced with this request.

He has never been a good storyteller, and this shortcoming continues to this day.

This request was much more difficult for him than dealing with those dangerous evil spirits. However, when he met the girl's eager eyes, the rejection on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back. It was at this moment that he had a flash of inspiration and suddenly remembered a short story he had read on a niche supernatural website not long ago.

“Resurrection of the Dead” uses the recent loss of a blogger as an entry point and tells the story through the perspectives of four college students.

Mysterious religions, fanatical believers, and twisted monsters made from human body parts, perhaps these bizarre elements can barely piece together a thrilling story.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon the only sound in the ward was Duan Mingyuan telling stories.

Fortunately, his memory was pretty good, and he could remember the plot even if he had to take out the novel.

As the story came to an end, and the last college student disappeared forever in an abandoned construction site, and the curse would continue, the girl finally frowned her delicate eyebrows and asked, "Is this the end?"

"Ah."

Duan Mingyuan in high school nodded.

This is the ending of "The Dead Resurrection", a depressing ending without any hope.

"I think this story is too dark and not passionate at all."

The girl made a comment.

She didn't seem to like the story.

When those crises came, she always expected a hero to drop from the sky and save them from danger.

This was Yu Karitei's career all along, but until the end, no hero appeared, and the four college students died forever in the abandoned construction site, and even their bodies were never discovered.

“It would be nice if someone could help them.”

“Many people in the comment section also said the same thing.”

Duan Mingyuan said, trying to get the topic back on track, "Regarding the brain treatment plan, we still need your consent before we can proceed. This is a very risky treatment method."

"no need."

The girl shook her head. "I can already hear it, so don't go on."

"What does it sound like?"

Duan Mingyuan, a high school student, immediately asked, "Whose voice is it? Please describe it in detail."

"Okay, but there's one condition."

The girl on the hospital bed pretended to cheer up and forced a smile at him.

"What conditions."

"I want to drink yogurt. Please buy me a cup of strawberry yogurt from the supermarket downstairs and I'll tell you."

Duan Mingyuan readily agreed and left the ward without looking back.

At this point, the memories come to an abrupt end.

When she came to her senses again, the dazed September had returned to the mansion. She was sitting cross-legged on the big bed in the mansion's bedroom.

"That's a good thing."

She also managed a smile, "At least it means the 'black mud' is not attached to your body."

(End of this chapter)