star hunter

"I refuse." Doctor Zhang Jibai said rather disdainfully, "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha, don't do it."

Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha?Is there something wrong with this metaphor?Zhong Yun twitched twice from the corner of his mouth, and finally ignored the strange doctor, but looked at the person by the door with two eyes, strictly speaking, at the bag of food he was carrying in his hand.

Su Xian seemed to have a tacit understanding, raised the corners of his lips, and let go of his hand. The plastic bag fell into a trash can beside his feet, and Zhong Yun jumped up angrily: "You waste everything!"

He hadn't had any water or rice for nearly two days, and he was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back. Regardless of his image, he ran over quickly, squatted on the ground and picked up the trash can, and picked up the plastic bag again.

Fortunately, Zhang Jibai paid more attention to hygiene, the trash can was empty and looked clean, and the hungry Zhong Yuncong didn't have time to worry about it, he just took out the bread from the plastic bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Su Xian was watching quietly at first, and when Zhong Yuncong was almost filling it up and was pouring mineral water into his mouth, he suddenly said, "Doctor, this trash can of yours was used to hold medical waste before. right?"

Zhong Yun spit out a mouthful of water immediately, and then vomited in the dark while holding the trash can. After a while, he returned all the food that had just been stuffed into the trash can.

Just as he was sitting slumped on the ground, his stomach was still churning, he heard Zhang Jibai's flat voice: "He lied to you, the only purpose of this trash can is to put it at the door as a display."

The tormented and completely collapsed Zhong Yun never held back and passed out.

Doctor Zhang looked at Magistrate Su with condemning eyes: "It's too wicked."

The latter shrugged: "To each other."

Zhang Jibai's eyes fell on the paralyzed patient, and he finally had a sense of being a doctor: "The weather is quite cold, let's get him up."

Su Xian stared at him: "Why me?"

"Who made you sick of him?"

Su Xian was speechless, so he stretched out his hand, with the palm facing upwards, four fingers together, and with a slight movement, Zhong Yun, who didn't know anyone, floated up, floated in mid-air, and finally landed on the reclining chair-shaped multi-purpose clinic. chair.

Zhang Jibai walked over while putting on his gloves: "Just right, let me check his body again."

Su Xian was keenly aware of the doctor's intentions: "Do you want to see how his infection is?"

Zhang Jibai gave a "hmm", and then devoted himself to the inspection. Su Xian didn't bother him, and didn't say anything until he was done, "How is it?"

In fact, the answer is obvious. This guy's iris has not changed color, which basically explains everything.

"Although the wound on his shoulder hasn't healed, he hasn't been infected." Zhang Jibai turned sideways, his eyes behind the glasses dimmed, "He is immune to 'Paradise Lost'."

Although he had already guessed the result, Su Xian still found it inconceivable: "The source of infection is a late-stage 'pathological person', so... can it be unaffected?"

"I also find it unbelievable." Zhang Jibai's face was calm, but his voice trembled strangely, which was very rare for him. "But the truth is, Su Xian, this person must be is unusual."

Su Xian showed an indescribable smile, which contained three points of jealousy, three points of envy and great helplessness: "Of course he is unusual, he is a normal person."

"But not every normal person can be immune to 'Paradise Lost'." Zhang Jibai adjusted his glasses habitually and stared at Su Xian, "If the hearsay is correct, you are not born with the infection By."

Su Xian didn't reply, but subconsciously touched his right eye.

Seeing this, Zhang Jibai beckoned him to come over: "Exactly, your right eye hasn't been checked for three months, let me take a look for you."

Su Xian nodded and followed him into the room.

"Does the right eye still hurt suddenly?"

"Yes. In the past three months, the frequency of seizures seems to be more intensive than before."

"How could this be? The painkillers I prescribed didn't work either?"

"Can't stop."

"strangeness."

Zhang Jibai carefully inspected Su Xian's right eye, but found no difference between it and before, so he felt a rare sense of frustration: "I'll prescribe you another medicine."

Su Xian smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, I already have enough medicine. Occasionally it hurts, just bear it and pass."

Zhang Jibai was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Are you still unwilling to undergo retinal transplantation? I can find a suitable match for you."

Su Xian's lips moved, and Zhang Jibai added before he could speak: "It came through normal channels."

Su Xian smiled and sighed: "Forget it, leave it to those who need it more. I have been blind in my right eye for so many years, and I am used to it."

He insisted so much that Zhang Jibai did not continue this topic, and his attention returned to the person lying outside: "I will get a suitable pair of contact lenses for Zhong Yuncong."

Su Xian's expression became subtle: "You mean..."

"I have a hunch that he will be a very precious research model." Zhang Jibai lifted the curtain and walked out, and Su Xian also followed, "But in the 'Island', he is indeed a different kind, I don't want him to die unexpectedly .”

Su Xian glanced at Zhong Yuncong, who was still in a coma, and didn't hide his contempt: "This guy is very useless, but he doesn't know how powerful he is. With a pair of contact lenses, it may be difficult to prevent him from dying."

A strange reflection flashed across Dr. Zhang's glasses, and he smiled at Su Xian again, which directly made the latter take three steps back—according to past experience, when the doctor showed this expression, it was usually nothing good thing.

Facts have proved that his intuition is very accurate, Zhang Jibai's eyes locked on him firmly, making it impossible for him to escape: "You are right, so I think my specimen needs a strong and trustworthy bodyguard, to ensure that he My life is constantly in the hands of people other than mine."

"A strong and trustworthy person," Su Xian talked about him, "There should be a lot of such people on the street."

"There is only one person who meets the standard in my heart."

"Oh, that man is really unfortunate."

Zhang Jibai's face became serious: "I'm begging you very seriously, Su Xian. I think there must be a mystery about Zhong, and this mystery may become the key to getting us out of 'Paradise Lost'."

Su Xian closed his eyes and sighed heavily: "Since you've said that, I can't refuse anymore, but I have a condition—"

"what?"

"The money I owed you before—"

"A write-off."

Su Xian was obviously very satisfied with the result, he nodded: "Deal." He said and glanced at Zhong Yuncong again: "Let him heal his wounds here with you, I'm so busy that I don't have time to serve him."

Zhang Jibai nodded in understanding: "Is there still no clue about the disappearance?"

Su Xian's gaze fluctuated for a moment, but he quickly calmed down: "Actually, I have a little guess, but I can't confirm it yet."