Lu Yao thought seriously for a while, nodded and said, "I haven't read much recently. I liked it very much when I was in school, and I would read it when I had free time. Is your ability related to novels?" Jiuhua shook her head, "I'm actually not sure. Because I'm a professional novelist, the pen is my most powerful weapon, and it's normal for that kind of situation to happen.
" "...No, no, no, this is absolutely not normal." Lu Yao's tone was a little hurried, "There may be other customers in the store who work in writing-related jobs, but they are not like you."
Jiuhua: "Everyone is different, it's normal not to be different."
Lu Yao: "..."
This person was so easy to play dumb, she didn't even want to complain.
The atmosphere in the car was more awkward than before.
Jiuhua looked ahead, her expression unchanged, her heart slightly anxious. After a long silence, she whispered, "Maybe that's my problem."
Lu Yao leaned slightly, "What's the problem?"
Jiuhua: "I don't know if it's because I'm too tired recently, the boundary between reality and fantasy is becoming more and more blurred, sometimes I can't help but doubt..."
Lu Yao was about to ask "doubt about what", the car stopped, Jiuhua said, "We're here."
The huge silver building is like a steel battleship. The hospital here does not have a red cross sign, and a huge statue of the goddess of the deep sea is embedded in the middle of the main entrance.
Before entering, Lu Yao bought a fruit basket and a large bouquet of flowers on the roadside.
The three of them registered at the consultation desk, reported Qingmei's name, got her bed number, and took the elevator to the 19th floor.
All the way up the stairs and into the elevator, Lu Yao felt that people around her were casting glances at her and Harold, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
These people were very careful and would not stare at people impolitely. They would take a cautious glance and then immediately look away.
Harold had long dark blue hair with a few silver strands, delicate and three-dimensional features, and wore a traditional Alexandrian robe. His face was fierce, and it was hard not to attract attention. Lu
Yao had a completely oriental look, with soft features, and a delicate and clean complexion.
She actually looked similar to the people in Night Light City, at least not out of place, but it felt like more people were paying attention to her than those who were curious about Harold.
Lu Yao leaned over to Jiuhua's ear and whispered, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
Jiuhua also felt strange and shook her head and said, "No."
When the elevator reached the 19th floor, Lu Yao immediately put this little thing behind him.
Several passengers in the car had puzzled expressions. The girl holding the flowers just now looked very familiar, but unfortunately, she left before they could remember where they had seen her before.
Lu Yao and the other two got off the elevator and saw a circle of people gathered at the nurse's station. It seemed that there was an argument. Lu Yao
didn't want to watch the excitement. He looked up at the sign while holding the bouquet and prepared to go directly to Qingmei.
Jiuhua poked her head out to take a few glances, pulled her sleeve, and whispered, "It seems to be Du Qingmei's parents."
Lu Yao turned around and quietly approached the crowd, wanting to hear what happened.
Harold was curious about everything around him, as if he had entered a comic book world from reality. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the internal structure of the hospital while following Lu Yao closely.
The nurse at the nursing station said helplessly, "It's not that we don't want to do it. If you want to discharge Miss Du, you must first get a discharge certificate from the attending physician. Otherwise, we can't do it."
Du Shan and Zhang Hong looked at each other with worried faces. Finally, Zhang Hong stepped forward and said, "It's not that we don't want to get the certificate. Doctor Xie is unwilling to issue it. What can we do? They have been saying that she should be kept in the hospital for observation. It's been more than ten days, and there is no sign that Qing has woken up. Signs, her life is ruined. We came from the farm, originally intending to take her home, but we didn't bring much money, and we never thought it would turn out like this. We've spent all the extra money, oh no. "
Du Shan continued, "Tomorrow, the farm's ship will come to deliver the goods, and we'll take her home directly. Forget it if she can't be cured, it's better to go home and take care of her than to keep her in the hospital."
The families of other patients watched the excitement, and they all felt that although the parents came from the farm, they were very caring to their children.
It's just that the accident was too serious and beyond their ability, and they couldn't be blamed for making such a decision.
The nurse frowned and said euphemistically, "Ms. Du is not out of danger yet, and she is being discharged now..." If she doesn't go back to the farm in time, the patient will definitely die on the way back.
Before the nurse could finish her words, Du Shan suddenly waved his hands and shouted, "We must be discharged today. We have already accepted the fact that our daughter cannot wake up, but you are still dragging it out and not letting us be discharged. What exactly are you trying to do? If you don't, we - we will call the media..."
Du Shan not only spoke loudly, but also reached out to pull the nurse, and the scene was in chaos.
However, someone soon pulled Du Shan away. A group of doctors appeared at the end of the corridor, noticed the situation here, and immediately ran over to inquire.
Lu Yao took Jiuhua and Harold out, turned around to find Qingmei's ward, and passed by a woman holding a large bouquet of snow-white roses.
The girl had a good figure, dressed intellectually and generously, and wore sunglasses. Lu Yao didn't notice her.
But the girl walked a few steps out, couldn't help but stop, and looked back at the three of them.
Qingmei lives in a four-bed room. Lu Yao and the other two walked in. The patient in the next bed and the attendant looked up.
Jiuhua quietly hid behind Lu Yao. The patient and the attendant noticed Harold first, and then looked at Lu Yao.
Harold didn't mean to speak.
Lu Yao smiled and nodded at them, "We are friends of the patient in bed 35, and we are here to visit her."
She put down the bouquet and fruit basket, called Harold, and whispered, "Doctor Harold, please see why she is still not awake?"
The little black dragon focused on studying pharmacology and related magic in Dragon Valley, and was no longer a stupid little dragon who only knew how to fight.
Lu Yao also learned pharmacology and related magic from the Alexandrian continent, but he was a latecomer and his qualifications were so shallow that they could be ignored. She
dared to cast healing magic directly on a minor injury. Such a serious patient must be diagnosed first.
She still trusted Harold more, but this guy's personality was a bit troublesome. She had to be polite when asking him to do something, otherwise he would make trouble.
Harold was called back to his senses by the word "doctor". He suppressed the pride that climbed up the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and diagnosing Qingmei with a posture, "There is an injury on the head, bruises. There are multiple fractures in the left arm and both legs. She has been dragging it on for a long time."
"Can it be cured?" Lu Yao only cared about one question.
Harold shook his head: "I can't."
After a pause, he said: "You cast two light magics on her, and she will be alive and kicking immediately."
This world is actually a high magic world, but strangely, the people here don't know magic.
Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the curtain under the gaze of the patient next door, and prepared to treat Qingmei.
This treatment required a sense of propriety. She controlled her magic power and threw a very small light magic at the wound on Qingmei's head to clear the blood clots in the brain.
Qingmei's face was pale and thin, her eyebrows were raised, and her eyelids were twitching slightly.
At this time, a cold question came from outside the curtain: "Who are you and what are you doing around my daughter's bed?"
Harold and Jiuhua were outside, blocking no one from getting close.
Qingmei suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lu Yao clearly. She didn't recognize him at first sight. She stared at her in confusion for a long time before she said hesitantly and incredulously: "Shopkeeper?"
"Don't move. You just woke up. Don't be too excited." Lu Yao held her down.
Du Shan and his wife shouted and called the nurses and the attending doctor. They were all standing outside the bed curtain.
Lu Yao nodded slightly to Qingmei, turned around and opened the curtain, and explained calmly: "We are Qingmei's friends, and we are here to visit her."
Zhang Hong pointed at Lu Yao's nose and said loudly: "What friends? We have never heard that she has any friends. Who would come to visit and pull the bed curtain?"
Du Shan looked up and down at Lu Yao and Jiuhua, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The nurse standing at the end of the bed first glanced at the patient, then raised her hands to rub her eyes, then looked over and said in a lost voice: "The patient is awake!"
Zhang Hong was still making a fuss, but at this moment, she was like a duck being strangled by the neck. She immediately stopped talking, her expression changed, and she threw herself on the edge of the bed: "Qing'er, you are finally awake! Mom was so worried!"
Qingmei had already remembered what happened before she fell into a coma, and turned
her head away without wanting to pay attention. Zhang Hong reached into the quilt and pinched her hard.
The doctor came over and offered to do a full body check for Qingmei, and all the unrelated people were asked to go outside the ward.
Lu Yao and the other two sat on chairs in the aisle and waited. Du Shan and his wife stood at the end of the corridor, leaning against each other and whispering something, occasionally looking back at the three of them.
Harold was a little bored, and whispered to Lu Yao the conversation between the two without missing a word.
"They want the clerk to go home and get married."
"Forced marriage?" Lu Yao thought he had heard it wrong, because the news report didn't mention that.
Harold: "They have already discussed with the man that as soon as the clerk gets married, their son's farm resident ID will be changed to a Yeguang City resident ID."
Jiuhua had already figured out the crux of the incident when she heard this: "They want to change their son's origin, but they don't have a legitimate way, so they set their sights on their daughter."
Lu Yao simply understood the resident ID as the household registration book that she was more familiar with. The Du Shan couple didn't know where they got to know the "big shot", and as long as they married their daughter, the other party would change their son's rural household registration to a capital city household registration.
No matter from which angle you look at this matter, it is absurd.
Harold frowned, a little disgusted: "The clerk was injured and unconscious before, and has not woken up since then. They didn't want to waste medical expenses, so they planned to take her back by force. The marriage couldn't be decided, but the clerk still had some savings. Now that she is awake, they plan to take her back to get married as planned. There is a phone in their hand. If the clerk resists, call someone over." Lu Yao
stood up, took a deep breath, and sat down slowly.
Mr. and Mrs. Du Shan seemed to have finished discussing, turned around and walked towards the three people.
Someone turned out from the other end of the corridor, saw Lu Yao, quickened his pace, and walked over faster than Mr. and Mrs. Du Shan.
She took off her sunglasses, and her eyes revealed disbelief: "Shopkeeper, it's really you!"
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