In Ward 4 on the 13th floor of the Tumor Ward of the People's Hospital, Yu Xiao walked into the ward slowly, holding two cartons.
It was broad daylight outside, but the ward was dark because the curtains were drawn. Even though the doctors and nurses had told them many times that getting more sun was good for the body, the three patients in Ward 4 were stubborn and didn't like seeing the sun.
Over time, the doctors and nurses stopped caring, after all, who would be more serious with a cancer patient?
Zhao Lan, who was in bed 13010, was lying on the bed receiving an IV. The medicine bottle contained chemotherapy drugs, and because she was very weak, the IV was delivered very slowly, so she basically had to stay in bed all day.
She lay on the bed, pale as paper, with empty eyes and a look of despair. However, she was only 28 years old, at the prime of her life, but she got cancer. Although the doctor didn't say it, everyone knew that there was little hope for her to be cured.
"Xiaoxiao, you're back." Zhou Xiaozhen sat cross-legged on the bed, "What good things did you buy?"
Zhou Xiaozhen in bed 13011 was an 18-year-old girl, a little chubby, with particularly good skin, white and tender and so tender that it looked like it could be blown away. She shaved her head for chemotherapy, and her head was round, like a delicate boiled egg.
Her condition was the mildest, and the doctor said there was a great hope of a complete cure, so her mentality was very good and she talked a lot. She liked to chat with Yu Xiao the most, and they could chat for hours.
"Yeah." Yu Xiao responded weakly and put two express boxes on the lazy table on the bed.
Yu Xiao is 20 years old this year. She is the only one in the ward who still has black hair and can move freely.
It is not because her condition is not serious, but because her condition is too serious. It is so serious that she cannot even undergo surgery and can only receive conservative chemotherapy in advance.
Moreover, she has only had chemotherapy once, and her hair loss is not serious, so she still has the strength to go out for a walk.
Taking out a pair of small scissors from the cabinet, Yu Xiao slowly opened the express box and took out a thick stack of yellow paper, two brushes, a large box of red powder, and a square inkstone.
Zhou Xiaozhen looked at Yu Xiao busying around with a bewildered look on her face, "Xiaoxiao, what are these? What are they used for?"
Yu Xiao put everything away and began to cut the yellow paper with scissors, answering slowly, "Drawing talismans."
Zhou Xiaozhen: "?"
After cutting the yellow paper into a standard rectangle, Yu Xiao took the cinnabar and the inkstone and went to the bathroom.
In the mirror in the bathroom, there was a pale and thin face. The girl's eyes were big and round, and her mouth and nose were very small. She looked a little childish and very small.
This was why Zhou Xiaozhen, who was obviously two years younger than her, insisted on calling her Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiao was diagnosed with brain cancer a month ago, the malignant kind. Because the tumor grew in a very tricky location, surgery was impossible, so the doctor recommended that she stay in the hospital for observation and conservative treatment.
In this month, her family has only visited her a few times.
Her parents divorced when she was in middle school, and each of them remarried and had new children. As a child from a broken family, she was not so popular, and she had to live in the school dormitory since middle school. Until a month ago, when she was diagnosed with cancer, her parents got together again.
They cried in front of her once respectively, and then brought her meals a few times, and then each made excuses not to show up.
Yu Xiao actually felt okay. Although they didn't show up, at least they were generous in paying for her treatment and hired a nurse for her.
Yu Xiao has always been easily satisfied.
She cleaned the inkstone and began to dissolve the cinnabar powder with alcohol.
This matter started three days ago. Three nights ago, she took out her mobile phone from under her pillow after the nurse finished her ward rounds. Because the doctor didn't allow them to stay up late, the nurses would always nag her every time they saw her playing with her phone at night, so she simply pretended to sleep when the nurses were making rounds.
When she took out her phone, she found that it was downloading an APP.
Did she accidentally click on an advertisement before?
She was about to cancel the download, and then she saw the name of the APP - Fourth Hospital Patient Exchange Forum.
She stopped what she was doing. Do patients have to set up a forum these days?
She quietly waited for the forum to finish downloading, and then clicked in. The forum page was pink, and other than that it was similar to other forums.
The first pinned post was the forum forum announcement.
Look below...
[Mortuary Strategy Guide.]
"???" Yu Xiao was full of question marks, mortuary... strategy? What is a guide to the morgue?
Click in to read. The original poster uses a first-person perspective to describe how he and a few others saw a ghost in the morgue, and how they escaped from the ghost...
This is a ghost story!
Yu Xiao, who was already unable to sleep, couldn't sleep anymore, so she continued to read.
[Counting the ghosts I have encountered over the years.]
It contains introductions to various ghosts, from the names of ghosts to their abilities, and some even have pictures, which look very serious.
Yu Xiao flipped through a few more posts below. No matter what the title was, the content inside was all related to ghosts. What kind of patient exchange forum is this? This is clearly a ghost story forum!
Wait! The Fourth Hospital?
Yu Xiao couldn't help but think of the local Fourth Hospital, which seemed to be a mental hospital.
In an instant, she realized that this was a forum for mental patients to communicate. Now everything made sense.
After learning the truth, she read on with interest. Ghost stories written by mental patients are not something that everyone can read.
She read a few posts and found that the authors were not simple. The ghost stories were written logically, clearly, and even had suspense stacked up to make them fascinating.
It turns out that everyone in the mental hospital is a talent!
There are also many people who replied.
[Thank you for sharing, good people will have a peaceful life! ]
[How many health points did the author get in this level? ]
[Wuwuwuwuwu... If I had seen the author's post at the beginning, I wouldn't be the only one who survived in the ward. ]
What the hell? Is it true that she can't keep up with the thinking of mental patients? She had no idea what all this meant.
Then she saw a post below.
[Hand in hand tutorial to become a master of talisman drawing!]
I clicked on it and saw that it started with a long speech by the original poster. The gist of it was that buying talismans in the mall was too expensive and not worth it, and it was much cheaper to buy cinnabar and yellow paper, and you could make as many talismans as you wanted by yourself. Not only did it save points, but it also greatly increased your survival rate in the levels.
I laughed at this and then realized, what kind of game is he talking about?
There are quite a few replies in this post.
[The original poster is really a fool, can everyone learn to draw talismans? ]
[I want to know what the original poster's success rate is. ]
[How can I save points? Yellow paper and cinnabar are also expensive, okay? ]
[Original poster, don't listen to them, I want to learn! ]
[……]
Below is a picture, which shows a talisman paper with a yellow background and red lines. The long yellow paper is full of red lines, which is very complicated. Yu Xiao was confused.
[The Thunderbolt Talisman]
Below is a detailed explanation of how to draw it, where to start and where to end the drawing, and what to pay attention to when drawing. The introduction is very detailed.
Finally, the host said that his success rate for this talisman is 20%, and he succeeds in one out of five drawings. After drawing, a faint light appears on the talisman paper, which means success.
His tone seems a little proud, as if the 20% success rate is very high.
Yu Xiao is a student majoring in fine arts. Regardless of whether the talismans are real or fake, she always feels that the patterns and lines have an indescribable beauty when looking at the examples in the forum.
As she continued to read on, she saw more and more strange talismans, and she actually became a little interested.
Anyway, she had nothing to do in the hospital, so she went to Taobao to search for yellow paper and cinnabar, and found that they were very cheap, so she bought a whole set of props for drawing talismans online, and they arrived today, three days later.
Yu Xiao used alcohol to dissolve the cinnabar. The original poster said that cinnabar should be dissolved with wine. She didn't have any wine, but in the hospital, there was as much 75% alcohol as she wanted.
After dissolving the cinnabar, she returned to the ward with the things, placed all the items for drawing the talisman neatly on the lazy table, and then sat on the bed in a daze.
Zhou Xiaozhen looked over curiously, picked up a piece of cut yellow paper and asked curiously: "Do you really want to draw a talisman? Like in Liao Zhai, the kind that is pasted on the ghost?"
"Yeah." Yu Xiao suddenly felt like joking. She said seriously and softly: "Do you know? There is a ghost in our ward. I found it when I just moved in. She is a female ghost. She hangs around the bed every night. In order to prevent her from hurting you, I have to reveal my identity."
Zhou Xiaozhen looked at Yu Xiao blankly, "What is your identity?"
Yu Xiao put his hands together, "Amitabha, I am the 250th generation descendant of Longhu Mountain, Taoist Master Yu Xiao!"
"..."
Zhou Xiaozhen was stunned by what he said, "Really?"
"Puchi!"
Zhao Lan, who had been quietly receiving an IV drip, laughed out loud. Her voice was weak and gentle, "Xiaozhen, can't you tell that Xiaoxiao is joking?"
"Yeah, I saw it a long time ago." Zhou Xiaozhen's face flushed, and she tried to save face, "I just saw that Xiaoxiao was so bored every day, so I was teasing her."
Zhao Lan looked in the direction of Yu Xiao, "Xiaoxiao, I remember you are an art student, right? Why do you suddenly want to draw talismans?"
"I was bored and looking for something to do." Yu Xiao picked up the pen, dipped the tip of the pen in cinnabar juice, sat upright and said, "Don't disturb me, I want to draw a talisman."
The Thunder-Strike-Evil Talisman was the only talisman she remembered how to draw, and because the talismans were too complicated, she could only remember this one for the time being.
According to the original poster, she had to calm down first. Her mind was very calm now, and could even be described as dead.
Then she had to ask the gods for permission, which was to ask the gods for permission. It was probably to tell the gods that she was going to draw a talisman and to ask them to bless her success.
Usually, people would worship the statues of gods, but where could Yu Xiao find a statue of a god? She thought about it and searched for a photo of a god on Baidu. Then she put her phone on the stand and bowed three times to the phone.
"It's over." Zhou Xiaozhen looked sympathetic at this scene. "The doctor said that the tumor in her brain might affect her thinking. There is indeed something wrong with her brain."
Zhao Lan sighed, "Xiaoxiao is so pitiful."
Yu Xiao opened her eyes, picked up the pen with her right hand, and lightly dropped the pen tip to draw even red lines on the yellow paper.
"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door in the quiet ward. Yu Xiao
was concentrating and not disturbed at all. Zhou Xiaozhen thought to herself, who is so polite to knock on the door when entering a multi-person ward? She said, "Come in!"
There was no sound from outside, and no one pushed the door open.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking sounded again. Zhou Xiaozhen said impatiently, "The door is not locked, come in!"
"Hehehe..."