Chapter 258 I will live a hundred years, but I will have no descendants
The doctor was silent for a moment, then smiled silently.
Zhong Mu added hurriedly, "When I was a kid, I watched TV and saw something about Tianshan Snow Lotus being used as a medicinal ingredient. You look like... Tianshan Snow Lotus..."
After saying this, he felt a little embarrassed and sat unsteadily.
How can you praise someone like that? I really want to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"I'll take that as... a compliment? Thank you." The doctor stood up with a smile, and with the help of the little paper man, he turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to get the medicine. This also relieved Zhong Mu's embarrassment and gave him time to catch his breath.
He stared at the blue-gray figure walking in front of the medicine cabinet. It clearly started dispensing medicine without asking him any questions, and he had no idea what medicine it was.
"Doctor, you grabbed the wrong square, the one on the left." As he grabbed, the little paper man was watching next to him. When he grabbed the wrong square, the little paper man quickly reminded him.
"I'm sorry, it's been so long since we've had a human guest, I can't quite remember the directions." The doctor stretched out his pale hand and fumbled with the grid on the medicine cabinet, then opened it and took out the medicine, relying on feel and weight, without looking or weighing.
Zhong Mu frowned and stared at his back, observing his movements and posture. He slowly realized a problem, "Aren't your eyes very good?"
"Yes..." the doctor replied softly, "I am blind."
Zhong Mu was stunned. No wonder he felt a little awkward. The other person's eyes never met his. His eyes were always drooping, never blinking. His pupils were dull and did not move. He looked a little dazed.
"But I've been in this room for many years. I'm very familiar with the locations of all the herbs, and my hands feel very good. I won't give you the wrong medicine, don't worry." He murmured, making Zhong Mu feel at ease.
Zhong Mu didn't ask too much. It was difficult for a blind person to become a doctor. He most likely became blind after becoming a doctor. It was difficult for a normal person to accept being blind later in life, and he didn't know how Weird felt.
After packing the medicine, the little paper man helped the doctor back to the table and sat him down, then he took the small medicine bag and went out.
When Zhong Mu and the doctor were the only ones left in the room, Zhong Mu became a little nervous, so he decided to ask him some questions and find a topic to talk about.
"You're a spooky creature, you won't hurt me, will you?"
The doctor chuckled, "Isn't it a little late to ask this after entering my clinic?"
"Oh... then you won't hurt me, right?"
The doctor shook his head, his snow-white hair swaying slightly. "I don't belong to the dungeon you're in. There's no need to kill you. I never kill people in the clinic."
Zhong Mu was skeptical. "Will there be monsters that don't target players and even help them?"
"Just think of me as... an outlier among the monsters." The doctor calmly lowered his head and smoothed his invisible, slightly frizzy hair with his fingers. "I am a weird monster, but I am also a healer. When you are not in my copy, there is no need for me to kill you. Do you understand?"
Zhong Mu nodded. The other party should be interacting with him as a doctor now. He is a good weirdo with medical ethics!
Thinking that the other party couldn't see him nod, he responded again: "I understand!"
The doctor chuckled, "Good boy."
Zhong Mumu was silent for two seconds. "You may not be able to see my appearance, but we actually look about the same age."
"I've lived a long time. If you count human years... well... I don't remember. You can think of me as a grandfather." He pointed at his white hair. "In the beginning, I had short hair. Now it's waist-length. I've cut it several times."
"I can't take care of my hair anymore since I can't see. I just cut it when I get bored. It must be really frizzy and ugly now."
Zhong Mu took a look and said sincerely, "It's quite frizzy, but it still looks good, like snow on your hair."
"You're pretty sweet?"
"That's right!" His main feature is that he has high emotional intelligence and good judgment!
After knowing that the other party was harmless, Zhong Mu was particularly warm and friendly, "Do you have a comb? I can comb your hair for you!"
"I remember it's in... the cabinet on the wall after you enter the door. Can you take a look?" The doctor pointed in that direction. Zhong Mu immediately looked over and found a wooden comb in the dusty cabinet.
He walked back to the doctor's side and carefully picked up his hair, somewhat amazed at the feel of it.
The hair, which had not been taken care of for so many years, still felt fine and soft. It fell in his palm and when he combed it, it was like a waterfall or falling snow.
"The person who was kind enough to comb my hair last time is no longer with us. I hope you can live longer." The doctor lowered his eyes, stroked the long hair in his palm, and murmured.
"I will definitely live a long life. I had my fortune told when I was a child, and the fortune teller said that I would face a great disaster, but if I could get through it, I would live to be a hundred years old!" Zhong Mu vowed, "I feel like I'm getting through that disaster right now, and soon I'll be able to live to be a hundred years old!"
The doctor smiled and said, "If you want to live, you can survive any hardship. I'm just afraid that one day you'll collapse from all the suffering and no longer want to live. Then, no matter how good your future is, it will be gone."
He sighed softly, "I have a friend who doesn't value his life very much. If he wants to live, no one can kill him, which is a pity... He values other people's lives more than his own."
Zhong Mu frowned and thought of Boss Ye. "Alas, I also know such a person. Just like you said, such a good person deserves to live a hundred years. Who am I?"
"Don't say that." The doctor raised his head, but couldn't see anything. He still raised his eyes, trying to see Zhong Mu. "Most people deserve to live a hundred years, and you deserve it too."
His own appearance was reflected in those gray, lifeless eyes. Such gentle words came from the mouth of a monster. In an environment where many monsters were enemies, his unreasonable gentleness made him seem like an outlier among the monsters.
Zhong Mu remembered the fortune teller saying that the face reflects the heart and one can tell a person's character by looking at his face. This saying should apply to this weird monster.
"Actually, I don't care whether I can live to be a hundred or not." Zhong Mu combed his long hair, straightening it inch by inch, and sighed, "But the fortune teller said I would have no descendants. I can live to be a hundred years old, but I won't have any descendants... I probably won't have much to look forward to in the second half of my life. I'm definitely going to be a lonely old man."
The doctor smiled slightly, not knowing what to say.
While he was combing his hair, a little paper man came in with a bowl of Chinese medicine in his hand. Seeing Zhong Mu combing the doctor's hair, he paused for a moment, then hurriedly came over with small steps to push Zhong Mu away.
"Doctor, you can't get close to players anymore. Have you forgotten how the last player you entertained treated you? Be alert!"
It stuffed the medicine bowl into Zhong Mu's hand and said, "Hurry, drink it and leave!"
Zhong Mu looked down at the dark and sticky juice in the bowl, frowning in pain. He didn't want to drink it, so he changed the subject. "I'm just staying a little longer. I won't do anything to your doctor. Don't worry too much."
The little paper figurine refused to listen and was very stubborn. "The wound is missing a part, and even if I go to the Resurrection Fountain, it won't be repaired. I hate players like you who take advantage of the doctor's kindness! You're always thinking about getting props! You'll do anything to get it!"
The little paper man was muttering to himself, but Zhong Mu was very observant and noticed the details.
Wounds and props will not be repaired even if you enter the Resurrection Fountain, which means that you can now see the wounds.
Eyes? That shouldn't be the case. It sounds like the eyes have been around for a long time. If it was the last player I entertained, it shouldn't have been that long ago.
Zhong Mu's gaze slowly drooped and landed on the large stain on the doctor's chest. At first glance, he vaguely felt that it looked like a bloodstain.
Moreover, it is located at the heart.
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