The more I spoke, the heavier my eyelids became, and my consciousness gradually became blurred. The coldness completely disappeared, replaced by warmth, as if I had returned to spring.
".Doctor, can I see my grandson one last time and die after the Little New Year?"
Old Mrs. He looked up at Li Yi and asked questions that were simply beyond the ability of a doctor.
Li Yi paused for a moment, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly sighed: "Yes."
In principle, he does not interfere with the life and death of patients, but he does not want to put himself in shackles. If he can, he would like to see happiness.
Maybe in the end the child wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer around, but at least he has met them.
"I grant you three days of life."
Everyone has his own destiny, and no one can save him when his time is up, but he can.
If Li Yi lets someone die at five o'clock in the morning, no one can let her go at three o'clock.
After he finished speaking, the silver needle in his hand emitted a soft spiritual light, and wisps of vitality gathered and pierced into the old man's forehead, sinking straight into it.
The ninth level of rebirth has the ability to bring the dead back to life, but this resurrection has a time limit.
"Thank you, doctor. I feel much better now."
Old Mrs. He's face was ruddy, and the spots on her face had disappeared. She took out a few eggs from her pocket and put them on the table, then walked out of the clinic with a staggering step.
"Three eggs equal three days of life. Even the King of Hell doesn't dare to do this." Li Yi weighed the eggs and put them in his pocket.
Then a few more patients came one after another. Li Yi closed the door and went home at noon. After lunch, the second uncle came to him excitedly.
"Xingguo! Xingguo! I...I succeeded, I played out the artistic conception!"
The second uncle had a ruddy complexion and looked energetic, and did not look like a man who was nearly 80 years old at all.
Li Yi took a look at him and found that there was a spiritual energy in the second uncle's body, and there seemed to be music surrounding it.
"Congratulations."
"Xingguo, I'll play it for you."
"No, I have something to do now." Li Yi shook his head, then walked into the room, got into bed, and crawled into the quilt, resting his head on the clouds and closing his eyes slightly.
Seeing that he refused, the second uncle became anxious and followed him into the room.
"What are you doing lying in bed?"
"Go talk to the City God about something."
Li Yi didn't answer any more, and just snorted slightly as if he was really asleep.
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