MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2127 Medical means of medical system

Chapter 2127 Medical means of the medical system

After the first coma, the backup method that Lin Sanjiu had prepared disappeared along with her consciousness.

Now to summon the [Nostradamus] card again, it is like trying to evoke a fish that slipped past from the hollow abyss under the feet in the dark night.

And the will that Lin Sanjiu used to "hook the fish" was not a rope, but a puff of smoke; often, before her will was conveyed to [Flat World], it dissipated halfway through, and after working hard several times in a row, the palm of her hand The interior was still empty, but she was exhausted, and her eyes were dark for a while.

When her vision lit up again and her thoughts took shape again, Lin Sanjiu knew that she was caught in a dilemma.

If she kept forcing herself to call [Nostradamus Card] repeatedly, she would lose consciousness due to the heavy burden on her body; but she couldn't take a break, otherwise her body would deteriorate even more every second that passed. It's one step closer to calling out the card - while other diseases are eroding her biological barriers all the time.

How to do?

Lin Sanjiu was lying on the thin and dirty cushion, her head still tilted to one side, and in her blurry vision, Yu Yuan also sat on the ground at some point, with her back tightly against the wall, He was staring at her without blinking.

He's the only one left with the ability to act and think, should-

"You can't lie to me," Yu Yuan said suddenly.

What?

"Do you think I don't know?" Yu Yuan stared at her, his lips opened and closed very lightly, as if under his gleaming skin, he was pressing down on something that was about to explode. "I discovered it long ago. You have written one after another, starting from the so-called doomsday, what sewer maze, dream copy, data body, what Heishan town... I have cleared the customs again and again, and you keep getting Find a new way to torture me. What's your purpose? Let me go home!"

Lin Sanjiu stared at him blankly, and finally realized that Yu Yuan was not looking at himself, but at a certain point in the air behind him, as if there was someone standing there who could not see.

"Yu..." She opened her lips and formed a faint word in a voice; but the word was too weak and far from enough to pull Yu Yuan back from the darkness on the other side.

Yu Yuan fell into a hallucination, and the puppet master lost his response to the outside world. Pina couldn't do anything except try desperately to breathe. Qing Jiuru sometimes couldn't even wake up when he coughed up blood. Suffocating with blood overflowing her lungs... In the ticking countdown to her life, she could only lie here, letting her body and mind be torn apart by the pain and tearing into broken cotton wool, unable to do anything.

There is always a way, she doesn't believe that there is a desperate situation in the world... But what is the way?

"Lin Sanjiu."

She shuddered, the dense fog in her mind gradually dissipated a little, and she realized that she had passed out again just now.

Who is calling her?

The voice was low and deep, but strangely contained a light and vague meaning, as if the man's mouthpiece was out of his will, and was merely a voice driven by mechanical movements. After a while, the voice called her again, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that it was a puppet master.

Could it be that he woke up?

Even Alzheimer's patients have brief periods of sobriety, right?

With this thought, she seemed to have a little more strength all over her body, and responded with a low voice from her nose.

The puppet master was silent.

What's the matter, is that time of sobriety over?

After another half a minute, he spoke again, his tone vaguely vague, reminiscent of a child learning language: "I... I am... a great witch."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned. If she still had physical strength, she would probably be riddled with countless emotions at the moment; but she has no energy to feel it, she can only let that thought pass through her and fall from her empty and broken body - I am afraid that the mind of the puppet master has completely disappeared into the black abyss.

Every word he said at this moment should have been recited by him subconsciously after the great witch had said it repeatedly in his mind many times. Since he has lost all response to the outside world, the only thing that can stimulate him a little is the voice of the great witch in his mind.

"Consciousness...power..." After the puppet master finished speaking, he paused for a while before continuing the second half of the great witch's sentence: "It's useless."

Of course it's useless, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately. Consciousness has many functions, but healing has never been one of them.

She gritted her teeth—or rather, she gritted her teeth in her mind, because she didn't really have the strength to use her muscles to grit her teeth—and tried to summon the [Card of Nostradamus] again.

"Take..." Lin Sanjiu gasped and said between the failed attempts, "Ill..."

The word "magic" couldn't be uttered no matter what, all her consciousness was forced into her hands, forcing the card library to react even a little bit, so that other parts - how to think, how to speak, how to breathe, had to be temporarily abandoned.

However, the great witch understood what she meant; after a few seconds of silence, the puppet master spoke up: "The disease is gone."

At that moment, even Lin Sanjiu, who was unable to express his emotions, seemed to be suddenly shoved into a roller coaster. As soon as he fell to the bottom of the valley, he was thrown into the sky again—because just as the puppet master's voice fell. At the same time, she felt an extra card in her palm; the hard corners of the card were as light as nothing, resting on the skin of her fingers.

[Card of Nostradamus] was finally called out.

"It's not just sickness," the puppet master said vaguely, looking at the air, his eyes unfocused, "all the special items... gone."

Lin Sanjiu's heartbeat paused.

Wait... when she tried to call out the [Card of Nostradamus] just now... why did it feel like she was fishing from an empty abyss?

Perhaps it should be said, why does her card library full of things feel like an empty abyss?

What about her belongings?

She tried so many times, but it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that in the process of calling the card, she did not feel the existence of her other special items once.

"Evolutionary ability, consciousness, are still there." The puppet master murmured the words of the great witch in his mind, "Items... have been seized by the medical system."

Lin Sanjiu opened his lips slightly, but couldn't make a sound.

She doesn't know why this happened, the big witch may know, but the puppet master seems to have slipped a little deeper into the irreversible situation, and has not spoken again. But no matter what, as long as you absorb the doomsday factor and escape from this place, everything can be saved...

She couldn't hold the card up to see, and she couldn't be sure whether it was working normally, she could only push the card again and again by feeling; during the moment when the puppet master was silent, Lin Sanjiu kept repeating the same Command, trying to salvage the faint signal of improvement from the body.

As long as they absorb the doomsday factor, they can recover, right? The doomsday factor in this apocalyptic world at this moment must be the effect of [Disease Demon], right?

The reward of God for her efforts was a sharp whistle when she desperately inhaled—this time, it suddenly sounded from Yu Yuan's mouth.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

They were put in the isolation room one step ahead of her... Now it seems as if the contagion has already started.

How could this be, the [Card of Nostradamus] couldn't absorb the doomsday factor in the entire world model, but in a mere room, it should be sucked up a lot, but it didn't stop the infection at all?

Maybe the card isn't sucking enough...

Lin Sanjiu tried his best to gather the consciousness that was about to dissipate, and forced it into the card in his hand again.

If it weren't for the sound of "clang clang clang", which suddenly broke the heavy and sticky silence in the room, I'm afraid she would have fainted again; she was horrified and realized that someone had opened the two doors of the isolation room. Daomen - A sound of footsteps, untroubled by illness, quickly entered the room.

"It's time to take the medicine," the instructor echoed in the room with a worried voice. After speaking, he paused and sighed. "...No one will respond anymore."

After all, it was Lin Sanjiu's humanoid object. He didn't hide his bias at all, and said to the other person behind him, "Help me get Lin Sanjiu up, and I'll give her medicine first."

Yes, this place is called the [Medical System], so there should always be a means of treatment, not just letting patients gather together and wait to die...

Lin Sanjiu felt someone put a hand under her body, pressed her back, and propped her up - then, her eyes met the face of a plastic model.

The black lacquer eyes looked up forever, the red lips were frozen in the smile, and a wig sat crooked on top of his head. Protruding from her armpits were two plastic hands.

It supported Lin Sanjiu with its arms, but its upper body stretched out diagonally, turning its head to meet her eyes, as if to stare at her with those painted eyes.

"You can't let people take care of you, otherwise you will be infected, so we are the only non-human beings who are nurses. Come on, take the medicine," the instructor said, squatting down with a face that had never appeared before complex look. "Oh, get well soon, or else..."

He didn't finish his sentence, just lowered his head, took out a paper-packed square from a tray, and unwrapped the wrapping paper. The instructor took out the medicine in the paper bag and handed it over, and Lin Sanjiu also lowered his head - it is difficult to raise his head, but it is easy to let the neck hang down according to gravity.

At that moment, she saw two things clearly.

The first is the [Card of Nostradamus] lying in her palm; after trying to absorb the doomsday factor so many times, the progress of the battery is still 0%.

Second, the "medicine" that the instructor handed her was a sugar cube commonly used when drinking coffee.

There will be a big schedule adjustment on the weekend, so the update time will be a bit disordered...