[comprehensive] superior skills

After eating a tasteless nutritious meal, Song Ci stretched and got out of bed to stretch his body and do exercises.

When the original owner lived in Lu's house, he was trapped in a room every day, listening to the tapes of those horror stories repeatedly.

Normal people would go crazy if they were kept in captivity in this way, not to mention that she was an autistic patient with underdeveloped development, so she would naturally be immersed in the illusion of ghosts and ghosts and couldn't extricate herself.

Coupled with the neglected 12 years of good life in the orphanage, it is not surprising that he looks thin and thin.

"Fortunately, I am young, and I still have to make up for it."

Squeezing his slender wrist, which would break if he pinched it, Song Ci resignedly took out a handful of nutritional supplements and drank them down one by one.

"Huang Jiamin, why don't you go out to bask in the sun, do you want my sister to accompany you, just to get acquainted with the environment." May saw the little girl exercising by the window alone during the rounds, and couldn't help suggesting.

"Okay, thank you sister nurse."

Unlike Huang Yaozu's indifferent attitude when facing Huang Yaozu, Song Ci still has a cute appearance in front of outsiders.

The two took the elevator down the stairs and met another patient in the stairwell who wanted to feel the warmth of the sun.

"Awen, why are you staying at the stairs by yourself? It's very dangerous." May quickly stepped forward to hold the wheelchair down, "Where's your exclusive nurse?"

"Oh, she suddenly felt sick and went to the bathroom. I'll just wait here for a while. It's okay." The quiet and delicate girl with short hair smiled softly.

Song Ci turned to her and shook his arm vigorously, only to realize that this pretty girl couldn't see anything with her eyes.

"Huang Jiamin, don't be naughty!" May stopped the little girl who was spinning around in the wheelchair, "Awen, if you don't mind, let's go to the garden together, and I will send you back to the ward later."

"Okay." Ah Wen nodded, and obediently followed the elevator.

Song Ci sauntered ahead, feeling the aroma of plants blowing in the breeze.

I have to say that the green environment in this world is really great. Even a small hospital has a fitness center the size of half the site.

"Huang Jiamin, don't walk too fast, be careful of dizziness!"

Hearing May's instructions, Ah Wen tried hard to distinguish the voice in the distance, "That's a young child, no wonder he's so lively."

May squatted next to the wheelchair and whispered: "This girl is very poor. She used to have severe autism. I heard that she became able to talk because she witnessed the tragic death of her adopter. Now she can't even think about it." I know whether it's luck or misfortune."

Ah Wen lowered his head and said softly: "It should be a good thing."

If she were herself, no matter how much pain she endured, she hoped to see the light again one day.

In the distance, an old woman on crutches stood up tremblingly, as if she was in a hurry, May hurried over to help, "Huang Jiamin, help me take care of Ah Wen."

"Ok!"

Song Ci, who was looking for the beetle team among the flowers, agreed, put the brightly colored little ladybug in his hand, turned around and sat next to the wheelchair, "Sister Ah Wen, do you like listening to horror movies?"

Arwen shook his head, "The sound effects in those movies are too harsh, I rarely listen to them."

"Then you must not like ghost stories!" Song Ci continued to ask.

"Well, I'd rather read more traditional literature." Ah Wen has a good temper, always answering the little girl's questions with a smile on his face.

Song Ci took her delicate and soft hands, and said seriously: "Sister Ah Wen, if you really hate ghosts and ghosts, you must not accept this corneal transplant, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

"How did you know that I would get the chance to donate? Did you hear something?" Ah Wen said anxiously.

"No one told me, I saw it myself."

Song Citie whispered in her ear, "Those are ghost eyes, if you get them, you will see ghosts all day like me."

Ah Wen shrank back suddenly, "Huang Jiamin, don't deliberately scare my sister with ghost stories, okay?"

"I'm not lying, your little friend will die soon, and then you will believe what I said is true." Song Ci immediately followed by another bombshell.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to my room."

Ah Wen turned the wheelchair and walked towards the road when he came, "Nurse, is there a nurse here? Please take me back to the ward."

May, who hurried back, held on to the handle of the wheelchair, "What's wrong with Ah Wen, your complexion is very bad."

"I have a headache, I want to go back and rest." Ah Wen deliberately avoided the topic just now, and only asked to leave here immediately.

"Sister May, take Sister Ah Wen and go first, I'll go back after playing for a while." Song Ci waved to them and continued to complete the previous task.

She wanted to dissuade Ah Wen out of good intentions, but unexpectedly she scared him away.

"Oh, you are still the most obedient and obedient."

The little bugs in their hands nodded seriously, and slowly crawled into their master's pockets in a line.

After spending an afternoon in the garden, Song Ci, who had harvested countless friends, went back to the ward and contributed the nutritious meals sent by the nurse to the new friends.

It wasn't that she was picky on purpose, it was because the food for patients in the hospital was too bland, and it tasted like paste in her mouth.

With spring water in hand, Song Ci wasn't afraid of leaving traces from the wound at all, so naturally he didn't have to taboo.

After pulling the curtains and locking the door, she conjured up a delicious table with a wishful tablecloth, and rewarded the stomach of the original owner who had been ill-treated for many years.

The food is so good. It is inevitable that some embarrassing things will happen at night. The little girl who fell asleep drowsily moved her head to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, only to find that it was full of people.

"You have to queue up to go to the bathroom." Song Ci muttered, suppressing his discomfort and sitting on a chair in the corridor.

"Little sister, what are you doing here?"

The head nurse who was watching the night lightly patted the little girl's shoulder, "Are you feeling unwell and want to see a doctor?"

Song Ci reluctantly opened his blurred eyes, and said with a sigh of relief: "No, I want to go to the bathroom, and I'm waiting in line."

"There's no one in the bathroom, I just came out of it."

The head nurse said with a puzzled look: "Little sister, are you confused in your dreams?"

Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes widened and he looked towards the sink. Those men, women and children in hospital gowns just now also turned their faces outside at the same time.

"Well, don't expect the ghost to look neat and tidy." Song Ci murmured to himself, covering his eyes.

After seeing off the serious and responsible head nurse, she clapped her hands lightly, "I need to use the bathroom now, please go to another floor for the meeting!"

A group of ghosts whimpered and roared collectively, trying to intimidate this alien who could see themselves.

"It's really bad."

Song Ci took out Baishi Bailing's clarinet and tried to play it lightly twice. The few resentful souls in the front unconsciously twisted their waists along with the jumping notes.

"Thanks to the gift from the three dwarf brothers, I know that no one can resist the power of the magic world no matter in life or after death!"

Why not be polite with a sharp weapon in hand, for fear of waking up the patients on the whole floor, Song Ci tuned the lowest volume and sent this group of ex-patients of various shapes to the spacious roof, letting them dance their souls and bodies wantonly in the howling night wind .

"It seems that the hospital can't last long, there are too many aliens." She couldn't help yawning when she lay back on the bed again, and fell asleep again.

The sleeping girl didn't realize that several dark shadows suddenly appeared in the room, sitting or lying around the bed until dawn and gradually dissipating in the air.

When the warm sun shone into the room, Song Ci, who woke up from a good dream, heard the report of the scouts, and his face suddenly became gloomy like a dark cloud.

"Huang Sir, I'm Huang Jiamin, can I trouble you to come and help me with the discharge procedures?" Song Ci said to his new boss after dialing the mobile phone provided by the Miscellaneous Medicine Department.

Fearing that someone put extra parts such as bugs in the mobile phone, she kept her things locked in the cabinet and did not carry them with her.

"Why did you have to leave just after being hospitalized?" Huang Yaozu's voice was a little hoarse, obviously he was woken up.

"There are a lot of monsters here, and I don't like being surrounded by monsters!" Song Ci said bluntly, knowing that he would understand what he meant.

Although she is not afraid of ghosts and will not be hurt by them, who can bear being looked at as a giant panda all day long.

"Okay, give me half an hour." Huang Yaozu on the other end of the phone agreed after looking at his watch.

"Thank you, please bring me a set of clothes that fit me, and help me apply for half a year's salary advance."

The original owner was only wearing pajamas and slippers when she was sent to the hospital. Even though Song Ci had no shortage of money and goods, her current status is really not suitable for conjuring some objects of unknown origin out of thin air, so she can only ask the so-called superior for help for the time being. .

The slovenly Huang Yaozu quickly came to the hospital with a set of sportswear. He handed over a check, "The formalities have been completed and you can leave the hospital at any time. Here is 280 million."

"So much salary for non-staff personnel?" Song Ci took the check in surprise and asked in disbelief.

Huang Yaozu smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's a good idea, I haven't made any money in ten years of work!"

"These are Lu Zhenguang's inheritance. You are adopted. After he dies, you will inherit everything. It didn't happen so fast. Who made you your own!"

"Thank you!" Song Ci happily collected the meal tickets for the future.

The original owner had lived a humiliating life for four years without getting anything, so it would be nice to finally be able to recover some interest from the creditor.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Huang Yaozu asked the girl who was putting on clothes, "I mean, do you want to study?"

"read?"

Song Ci shook his head and pulled up the zipper, "I still like a quiet life."

In the United States for more than 1000 years, she has been tired of reading various types of books, and really does not want to touch those paper books.Besides, wanting a cosmic demon king like myself who used to run rampant on the earth to listen obediently like a primary school student is simply more unbearable than being sent to be sliced ​​for research.

After all, in the former situation, Song Ci can still make a corresponding violent confrontation, but what can she do to those elders who teach and educate people and those ugly children.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to calm down in a short time."

Huang Yaozu took out a weekly gossip magazine from his arms, "Look at the headlines on the front page today."

"The layman Guangming hates the sky-eyed girl who wanted to destroy her talent but was killed by the guardian ghost. The death is extremely miserable!"

Song Ci read out the eye-catching title word by word, "Do you need to be so exaggerated!"

The article also specially included an enlarged version of the original owner's face covered in blood. On the contrary, Lu Zhenguang's body was covered by a mosaic, making it impossible to see clearly.

"There are even more exaggerated ones!"

Huang Yaozu hid behind the curtain and carefully observed the suspicious people walking back and forth downstairs, "I can guarantee that there are already many paparazzi sneaking into the hospital, just waiting to interview you to get first-hand information!"

"No way," Song Ci said without confidence, "Besides, that photo has blood on it, so it should be hard to recognize me, right?"

"Don't underestimate the paparazzi in Hong Kong, they are the most dedicated group of people in the world!"

Taking out the scissors and hat from the windbreaker pocket like magic, Huang Yaozu smiled and said: "But don't worry, I will help you solve this problem."

Ten minutes later, an angry little boy with dog-gnawed hair was dragged out of the hospital gate by the same angry parents, and then drove away in a private car on a rampage.

When a group of paparazzi reacted and rushed into the ward, the empty room was only left with scattered hair scattered all over the floor, swirling gently with the breeze.

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