Chapter 2174 [Extra] The Morbid Painter VS. The God in the Painting (1)
This time, he was about 187 cm tall, with medium-length black hair that hung straight down to his neck along with his sleepy, natural curls.
With those deep eyes and the blue and white hospital gown, he exuded an indescribable melancholy aura.
He lay there flat, staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes empty and vacant, a sight that evoked pity.
After an unknown amount of time, the ward door finally opened, and a nurse approached methodically with a ward round book in hand. Her name tag clearly read "Su'an Mental Hospital".
Mental hospital? Good morning?
Si Jin is unable to access the outside world; he seems to be sealed in a small and mysterious space-time, and can only watch as everything unfolds before him.
But why did he feel that the name Su An sounded familiar? Where had he heard it before?
Before he could come up with a solution, the nurses in the ward took action.
He took out a thermometer, carefully waved it above Lin Yuan's head, and then quickly put it away.
After taking a look, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said gently, "36.6℃, you're no longer feverish. Do you still feel unwell anywhere?"
"A little." Lin Yuan turned his gaze, his handsome phoenix eyes curving into a shallow arc: "I'm a little hungry."
The nurse smiled, immediately reached out and untied his bandage, gently reassuring him: "That means you're alright. You're feeling much better. Staff will be bringing you food soon. Just buy whatever you want to eat. Remember to take your medicine."
As soon as his wrist was loosened, Lin Yuan slowly sat up, holding his left wrist with his right hand, seemingly casually stroking the red marks on his hand. His eyes were lowered, and he obediently bowed his head to the nurse who had loosened the rope: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. You need to eat well to recover quickly." After saying this, the nurse wrote a line in the ward round logbook and left.
Lin Yuan didn't know what those words were, but Si Jin could see them clearly.
The note reads: Patient No. 003 has a normal appetite, can communicate without difficulty, and his delusions have lessened.
Paranoia?
What does this mean? Does A-Yuan have delusions in this nightmare?
Si Jin couldn't figure it out for a moment. In order to understand Lin Yuan's true wishes, she didn't dare to rashly disrupt the dream. She could only concentrate on watching him and wait for the dream to undergo a substantial change.
Lunchtime arrived quickly. Lin Yuan got out of bed, walked over slowly to get his food, and his refined and elegant appearance made the cafeteria lady blush.
After lunch, afternoon tea, and even dinner, everything was normal until night fell, the hospital lights went out, and Lin Yuan obediently huddled under the covers.
Once the room check was over, he immediately removed the mirror from the table, stole a piece of white paper from the partition behind it, placed it against the mirror, and used the moonlight to draw with a brush.
The scratching sound of a pencil filled his ears. As he moved, Si Jin saw strong, powerful black lines appear before his eyes. The lines arranged and combined according to Lin Yuan's wishes, and finally, a drawing appeared...
His own face?
With her pupils dilating incredibly, Si Jin realized that she was now sealed inside the white paper hidden by Lin Yuan, which was why everything around her was a vast expanse of white.
Now, Lin Yuan's paintings seem to have opened a magical door, and he seems to be able to go out through the paper and even communicate with the outside world.
The setting is—
Xiao Yao finally finished her research and chimed in at the opportune moment: "This concept is similar to Ma Liang's magic paintbrush!"
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