Chapter 257 You Look Like You Will Be Made into Medicine

With the gazes falling on him from both sides and all kinds of scary and weird mutterings, Zhong Mu felt a little nervous.

Could it be that the other party is really a monster that can turn people into medicine?

Although he didn't know what the side quest of the dungeon was, it sounded very impressive. Even the monsters leading the way were made of moving paper. He didn't know what kind of terrifying monster he would encounter in a while.

Zhong Mu was so nervous that he slowed down his pace and looked around quickly, looking for a way to leave.

The paper man took small steps, and he also took small steps. The man and the ghost moved forward slowly, and finally they moved to the end of the corridor of the clinic.

A faint smell of medicinal herbs wafted from inside through the half-curtain. The short paper figurine naturally passed through underneath. Before leaving, it held Zhong Mu down and said, "Stay here and don't go in. I'll go talk to our doctor."

Zhong Mu paused and stood obediently at the door. Even if he left, he had nowhere to go. If he turned around, he would be stared at by the weird monsters sticking their heads out from the wards on both sides. Those eager eyes made his back cold.

The voice of the little paper figurine came from behind the door curtain, "Doctor, a guest has arrived."

There was a rustling sound of fabric, as if someone had stood up from a chair in the inner room, mixed with the rustling of little paper figures, and two footsteps moved outside.

"Doctor, are you still feeling unwell? Do you want me to send him away so you can rest for a while?"

"No need, I've rested enough." A gentle voice sounded softly, and cautious footsteps moved to the door.

A pale hand stroked the door curtain in front of Zhong Mu, revealing the owner of the voice behind him.

A head of snow-white hair instantly attracted Zhong Mu's attention. He raised his eyes slightly, his gray pupils were dull and out of focus. He cautiously stretched out his hand behind the door curtain, as if looking for something.

Zhong Mu subconsciously stretched out his hand and took his palm.

"Are you here to see a doctor?" After feeling the person's position, the other party slowly turned his eyes towards him and asked in a gentle voice.

Zhong Mu was stunned. "Are you the doctor?"

He imagined a doctor, who should be old and steady, with a sharp gaze that could easily see through people's illnesses. At least his medical experience was there, but the person in front of him was completely different.

Apart from the dark-stained blue-gray Chinese gown that gave him a hint of retro charm, he was a warm and friendly man who looked very young, more like someone who came to see a doctor.

"Yes, I am a doctor, please come in." He nodded, then slowly turned around with the support of the little paper man, grabbed Zhong Mu and led him into the house.

The impression of the room was similar to what Zhong Mu had imagined. It was a shabby little wooden house with medicine cabinets lining one wall, a small table with some ancient decorations, and medical books stacked up layer upon layer, almost surrounding the young doctor sitting in it.

Such an old clinic is hard to find in modern times, and this is the first time Zhong Mu has seen one in his life.

"Hurry up and sit down." The little paper man saw Zhong Mu still standing there in a daze and hurriedly greeted him.

Zhong Mu hurried to the opposite side of the doctor and stared at him straight in the face.

Only when they sat face to face did Zhong Mu have time to focus his attention on the person opposite him. He calmed down and looked at him carefully. Zhong Mu first noticed his exceptionally gentle features and handsome appearance. Secondly, he saw a dirty dark red stain on the chest of the doctor's clothes, which looked like spilled tea, or... blood.

He didn't dare to ask, so he didn't say anything. He just put his hand on the mat and let the other person take his pulse.

"Have you been feeling unwell recently?" the other person asked while taking your pulse.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Mu frowned and thought, "I'm in good health, there's nothing wrong with me."

The little paper man next to him exploded, "What are you doing in the clinic? You're disturbing our doctors' rest!"

The doctor patted his head and patiently continued to ask Zhong Mu, "Being restless is also considered uncomfortable. If you feel mentally unstable, you can tell me."

Zhong Mu immediately remembered what he should have described, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said carefully: "My vision turned red, I had a headache and tinnitus, and I occasionally felt dizzy, and everything around me looked terrifying."

The doctor smiled slightly, "It will also attract monsters to crawl on you, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhong Mu nodded immediately.

"Then I know which copy entrance you came from." The doctor nodded, but did not take his hand away from taking the pulse.

From what Zhong Mu said, it seemed like there were clinic entrances set up in many copies, and they were responsible for treating people in many copies?

Thinking about the many monsters in those wards outside, I am afraid that they are often treated by the players... Maybe they are really in cahoots with the monsters and will make medicine from the players for the monsters!

Zhong Mu shuddered, looked up, and met the slightly drooping eyelashes that were holding a faint light, and paused again.

He was afraid of non-human monsters, but was much more relaxed with human ones. He couldn't imagine such a good-looking person pressing him into a medicine jar to make medicine.

"Your pulse is rapid... Have you been frightened just now?" the doctor asked gently.

"I just ran out of a really scary place... There were monsters everywhere, and I'm really afraid of monsters..." Zhong Mu still gets goose bumps all over his body as he thinks back to that terrifying mental hospital. A terrifying monster crawled onto him! The sticky feeling lingered on his skin for a long time, and he shudders at the thought.

The doctor smiled thoughtfully, "I'm a monster too. I hope you won't be scared later."

Zhong Mu quickly retracted his hand. Although he had guessed it, the other party's identity was so straightforward! He didn't know what expression to respond.

"...You're not going to make me into medicine, are you?"

After Zhong Mu asked seriously, the clinic fell into silence.

The little paper figure twisted its head and looked at the doctor, "Doctor... can you make medicine for people?"

The doctor shook his head. "I don't know. Has modern Chinese medicine technology already made people into medicine? I've been here too long, I have no idea."

"I don't know either, but it's scary to think that people can be made into medicine!" The little paper man covered his face, "Fortunately, I'm not a human!"

Seeing that the two people opposite him took it seriously and even discussed it, Zhong Mu waved his hands awkwardly, "No! Although real medical technology is very advanced, it can't turn people into medicine! I heard the monster at the door say that you would turn me into medicine..."

The doctor smiled faintly, like a spring breeze, making people feel particularly happy. "Do I look like a monster that can make you into medicine?"

Zhong Mu looked at him carefully and answered seriously, "Not like that."

Then he added, "You look like you're going to be made into medicine."