After saying a few words, Dr. Meng's mood in the emergency department was obviously relieved.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I heard from others that the patient has obvious mental symptoms. Why don't you recommend her to go to a mental hospital?"

This question has just been mentioned, but Ji Xiang does not agree with Dr. Meng's words, so he asked again.

Dr. Meng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

It seemed that he had a story. Ji Xiang thought about it and held his breath and came to the system operating room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang first greeted the system NPC, and then talked about everything he saw and the questions in his heart.

"That doctor said no problem." System NPC Dan Dan said, "Many diseases manifest themselves as mental types, but only treating appearances will lead to the real condition getting worse and worse."

"Is that right? But I think the patient is really a mental illness." Ji Xiang was a little confused.

"Go and try it?" asked the system NPC.

"Do you feel empathy?" Ji Xiang was stunned.

Although he could think of it with his toenails, he could feel a little girl sitting on her shoulders and blowing air conditioners from time to time...

This is a bit too much.

Besides, Ji Xiang felt that both himself and the system NPC were materialists and would never believe in those strange things.

I didn't expect that there was such a thriller package in the system.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, teacher, I want to give it a try."

"Many strange feelings are just some manifestation of the disease, you must be firm in this." The system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next door surgery room, and he warned Ji Xiang on the way.

"Teacher, will it be scary?" Ji Xiang felt like he was going to play an inexplicable haunted house game.

"Horror? If you can't understand the disease, sending the patient to a mental hospital is a terror in life!" said the system NPC.

“…”

Ji Xiang was silent.

I was very bored when I poured chicken soup on the system NPC, but it was much cuter than now. Ji Xiang would rather listen to him poured chicken soup on the system.

The light and shadow flashed, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room with a strong smell of inferior spices between his mouth and nose.

A seventy-year-old man sat opposite him, looking at himself in a state of concentration.

"Master, you think about your mistakes and beg me." A middle-aged woman begged.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled that "he" was a 20-year-old man who was always uncomfortable recently. After seeing the hospital, he said that he was "hysterical", that is, he was mentally ill.

The family thought that they were evil and took them to the home of a nearby master after seeking medical treatment.

"It's not easy to deal with." The old man with fairy spirit and Taoist whispered, "Have you been to some place with heavy yin energy recently?"

Yin Qi?

What is that?

"Have you gone?" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No..." "I" said suddenly. Ji Xiang only realized that this time was in the bystander mode.

"Is the morgue a big deal?" "I asked an extremely stupid question.

Ji Xiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student. During the anatomy class some time ago, he went to the morgue with a few boys to carry the teacher out.

It is said to be a morgue, but the medical school preserves the morgue of the general teacher in the traditional sense.

The general teachers who soaked in a bathhouse full of marina do not feel as if they were so sarcastic.

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Because you can't open your eyes as soon as you enter, and you don't have time to be afraid.

In addition, several boys were talking and laughing, so "I" didn't notice this problem at the time.

The teacher of Dadu was very heavy. Four strong male classmates were carrying it on a stretcher. "I" felt that the teacher of Dadu was at least more than 300 kilograms.

I don’t know why the teacher is so heavy.

"Oh, it's not easy to deal with." The old man with fairy spirit sighed, squinted his eyes and looked at "hisself". His eyes were so bright that Ji Xiang felt panicked.

After a long time, the old man with fairy spirit said, "According to this age, a young man is full of yang energy and ordinary evil spirits cannot be able to do his best. But the more this happens, the stronger the evil spirits on his upper body will be. I can't guarantee that I will do my best.

”

"Thank you, thank you, Master."

The middle-aged woman should be her mother. Ji Xiang saw her take a thick envelope and hand it over to the master with both hands.

A young man next to the old man with fairy style and Taoist sluts took the envelope and weighed it.

"I can only say that it's a try. I'm already old, but I can't guarantee it."

He said, raising his hand.

The peach wood sword appeared in his hand.

The old man with fairy spirit stood up, muttering words, and waving a peach wood sword.

Unlike martial arts postures, he seemed to be dancing with gentle movements. Some clips even showed the flexibility of his soft waist.

For his age, this is already a difficult move.

Soon, the old man with fairy style and Taoist guru closed his left middle finger and index finger together, and scolded him, "Damn!"

The sound was very fast, very loud, like a thunder. At the same time, the peach wood sword suddenly passed through Ji Xiang's ear, and the faint sound of wind and thunder scared Ji Xiang.

"Puff~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ji Xiang was stunned. Although it was in the bystander mode, he was still frightened.

There were faint blood marks on the peach wood sword, but more blood appeared on the body of the old man with fairy style.

I was caught in a Chinese style double-breasted shirt and was covered in blood.

In addition, the old man vomited blood on the spot, and a strange and gloomy aura arose.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction of the peach wood sword in the old man's hand just now, but found nothing.

Although Ji Xiang is a thorough materialist and does not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, he couldn't help but feel doubtful when he witnessed the tragic situation of the old man with his own eyes.

But Ji Xiang still thinks that this master is Xibei, and he seems to have seen everything he just witnessed in some book.

"Master!" "Own" mother exclaimed.

"Not hindrance." The old man with fairy style and Taoist slut covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and then took out a pill from his arms and took it.

After a few minutes, he sighed deeply.

"The evil spirit was temporarily injured by me, but its Taoism is profound. I cannot completely subdue demons and eliminate demons, so I can only temporarily suppress them."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman was a little panicked, "What should I do!"

"Wait for me to rest for a few days." The old man with fairy spirit and Taoist sect said, "It really doesn't work. You come again in a while. I'll ask you to leave the talisman of the master to subdue demons."

"I" mother kept expressing her gratitude, and seemed to be almost kneeling down.

After leaving, Ji Xiang carefully recalled the situation just now. All the old man's actions were flawless. Even if Ji Xiang was wearing tinted glasses to find fault, he could not find out what the problem was.

eccentric!

The scratches on the master's body, the blood on the peach wood sword, and the blood spitting out of his mouth... These all silently prove the tragic nature of the "that battle".
Chapter completed!