Chapter 89 Can’t I have a few Tua Que birds to help me? !
I don’t know why, but I always feel that this is not what Sunday really wants to ask. However, he said it very seriously, which made me think about it.
So many sacrifices for a better future...but if we do nothing, there will be more sacrifices, right?
Or does this “sacrifice” actually mean that I have given up someone? But in the current process, there should be no such "sacrifice".
Well, or thinking from Sunday's perspective, is he talking about the dream that weaves order?
This question provides too little information. To avoid misunderstanding, I only answered tactfully, "A flying bird voluntarily burns itself to ignite the fire. Its sacrifice is worthy of respect. But if thousands of birds are led to join the fire, even if it illuminates the night, there will only be dead silence in the ashes. The real future should be a future built by everyone working together, rather than a road paved by burying the freedom of others."
Finally, I added: "Besides, no one knows whether the future will really be better."
This has nothing to do with what happened on Sunday, it's just my personal anxiety about the future.
Sunday seemed to have not expected that he would be mentioned. He paused for a moment before lowering his eyes and responding to my last sentence, "If the future is destined to end, are the many sacrifices made worth it?"
Destined to end? I stared at Sunday, and I always felt that he was stuck in some dead end, and was awkwardly unable to explain it, only trying to comfort himself by constantly asking questions.
"I didn't expect you to be a defeatist, or a nihilist?" I said in a joking tone, trying to make him relax a little, and then comforted him, "The future will never end. What can end is only a certain stage."
He looked at me intently, and I suddenly felt guilty, "You even said that about Yinlu?"
"No, I haven't." Sunday denied my guess, and then responded, "It's just that I didn't expect your belief to be so strong."
My belief is not that strong, otherwise I would not have felt guilty just now. But since I want to comfort others, I can't let myself be shaken first, so I just nodded and didn't respond in detail.
Sunday quickly continued, "I'm sorry, maybe I was affected after checking your music. I can't help but have some pessimistic thoughts in my mind."
Obviously, he still hadn't finished asking what he wanted to ask, but he had decided to stop here.
I frowned at him, not because of these questions, but because... "So you just endured it all the way?"
That's right. After all, Fu Xuan used the Qiongguan Formation to detect, but Zhou Ri relied entirely on himself. I shouldn't have rashly asked him for help.
"I should be the one to apologize." I looked at him worriedly and said guiltily, "If you don't mind, come with me to Dandingsi to check your health?"
"No need." Sunday opened his mouth to refuse, but he didn't know what he thought of. After pausing for two seconds, he changed his words and replied, "Thank you for the trouble."
…This feels like a really big problem! I immediately grabbed his wrist and walked quickly towards Dandingsi.
Early detection, early treatment!
Sunday was healthy, but that was physiological.
Psychologically, Bai Lu said: "You worry too much. Go out and have fun more when you have nothing to do. Don't think too much about those things. Don't be like the person next to you."
I protested because I felt that my situation was much better than on Sunday, at least I was not as obsessed with it as he was.
But I had barely finished protesting when Bai Lu retorted, "Protests are useless. I am the doctor!"
So my protest ended there.
Perhaps out of politeness, Zhou Ri asked, "Mr. Jing Yuan is also overly worried?"
Speaking of this, Bai Lu became angry. "The most important thing is that he never listens to the doctor's advice! When he is told to rest, he jumps around. When he is told to relax, he works overtime all night. The only thing Sister Qingyu has been watching over is his medication."
I'm protesting again! This is clearly Jing Yuan’s problem, what does it have to do with me!
But I only said this protest in my mind and didn't say it out loud.
"By the way, are you also a contestant in this martial arts ceremony?" Bai Lu asked casually while filling out the diagnosis form.
"I'm just an ordinary tourist." Sunday answered truthfully.
He looked down at his clothes and asked in confusion, "Why do you think I'm a contestant?"
"Because just now another contestant was sent in due to excessive stress. Sister Lingsha should be receiving him now." Bai Lu wrote the prescription and handed it to Ri Zhou. "Since he is not a contestant, follow this prescription."
Sunday looked at the names of the dishes and recommended tourist destinations and was a little confused. "Is this... a prescription?"
"Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be effective." Bai Lu guaranteed, patting her chest.
So Sunday folded it carefully and put it away, "Thank you."
After we walked out of the room, we found that the player Bai Lu was talking about was Luka, and the Trail Blazers were also accompanying him, seemingly explaining the situation to Lingsha.
Afterwards, Lingsha asked someone to bring an incense burner, lit the incense, and gentle smoke spread.
Yes, judging by the situation on Sunday, it should be helpful to ask Lingsha for some calming incense.
As soon as I stepped forward, I heard Lingsha say, "Please come in..."
The next second, she noticed the presence of Sunday and me, and said, "Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she left first and went deeper into Dandingsi.
"Hey, General?" Xing, who had just noticed us, waved his hand. "You didn't come all the way to see us, did you?"
"I asked him to come for a checkup on Sunday, but I didn't expect to run into you guys." Although I knew what was going on with Luca, I still asked, "What's going on with Luca?"
Xing scratched his head, "Isn't it because he lost the last game and is feeling a little depressed now?"
Although he was in low spirits, looking at Luca's absent-minded look, it seemed more like he was suffering from a mental illness.
So I reminded him, "If it's a mental problem, it's best to ask Lingsha Siding, but if it's a mental problem, it's better to find a controllable Suiyang for help."
"Controllable Sui Yang?" Xing's eyes lit up, "What did the general mean?"
Before I could respond, Lingsha came back with a pink pig-like creature following him.
"This is the dream tapir from Zhu Ming Xian Zhou. It feeds on memory essence, which can cure insomnia and relieve anxiety and depression." Ling Sha introduced it to us, and squatted down to pat the pink pig. "And it prefers the memory essence on the chest. The more anxious you are, the happier it will eat."
"Meow~" The pink piglet hummed softly, and suddenly walked towards me and Sunday with its short legs.
"Meow~meow!" It sniffed the scent hard, and finally used its front paws to scratch my calf.
"Does this mean I want to hold it?" I asked Lingsha uncertainly, and only picked it up after getting a positive answer.
It did indeed calm down a lot in my arms, and even seemed to have fallen asleep, smacking its lips from time to time.
Xing stretched out his hand eagerly and rubbed the base of the Nightmare Tapir's ears several times. Then he said with regret, "I always feel like the general needs this more."
Um? I looked at Luca, who was still motionless and unwilling to even speak a word, and asked in confusion, "Are you sure I need it more?"
Xing was silent for a moment, then picked up the nightmare tapir and stuffed it into Luca's arms.
Luca subconsciously held the thing in his arms and just stared at the nightmare tapir, not even showing any intention of asking questions.
"You can ask Mr. Luca to take the Night Tapir back and hold it for a nap. If it doesn't work..." Lingsha hadn't finished speaking when Xing nodded heavily, "I know. If it doesn't work, go find Suiyang!"
"Sui Yang? That's a good idea." Ling Sha nodded approvingly, "Unfortunately, I've been busy lately, and I'm afraid I don't have time to observe the Sui Yang therapy."
"It's okay. If Luca and the others agree, I'll send you a copy of the video!" After saying that, Xing said hello to us and pushed Luca away quickly.
After the two of them disappeared, Lingsha spoke up, "The pioneer was right. Mr. Jingyuan really needs the dream tapir more."
"After all, nightmare tapirs are usually docile, but just now they chose to beg for mercy because of the smell on you."
According to the professional medical judgement, Sunday seemed to me to be silently agreeing with what Yu Bailu said.
This doesn't make sense. No matter how you look at it, the problem should be more serious on Sunday!
"Maybe I have a special attraction to small animals?" I tried hard to find a reason.
However, Lingsha shook his head and said, "There are indeed many small animals around the general, but Mr. Jingyuan..."
She stopped at the right moment and very tactfully revealed to me the cruel reality that there were no small animals running towards me at all.
Damn it, can’t I have a few sparrows to help me? !
Thinking of this, I subconsciously thought of Sunday next to me.
Sunday, who was being stared at for no apparent reason, looked at me, with confusion clearly evident in his eyes, and even the little wings behind his ears flapped and rose slightly.
No, no, no, it’s just a thought. It’s still a bit offensive to say it out loud.
So I could only say sadly, "It seems that I am really not very popular with small animals."
——At least this is definitely the case compared to Jing Yuan.
Sad, I quickly skipped the topic and asked, "Is there any kind of incense here in Lingsha Siding that can be used to calm the mind?"
"Yes, we do, but I don't know which one Mr. Jingyuan needs?" Lingsha's eyes wandered between me and Zhou Ri, and then he realized the point, "Are you going to give it to this friend?"
"Yes!" I responded quickly, "I'm not sure which one is needed, but Bai Lu has made a diagnosis just now, which may be used as a reference."
Zhou Ri cooperated and took out the prescription he had just folded and handed it to Ling Sha.
"...I see. I understand." Lingsha took out the paper and pen she carried with her and wrote down the name and usage of the incense. Then she tore off the page and handed it back along with the prescription. She solemnly told Zhou Ri, "This kind of incense is the most suitable."
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