Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"You go out for me, I don't drink hot water."

In the room, James looked at Ryan with a gloomy face, pointing to the door, with uncontrollable anger in his voice.

Ryan's eyes widened: "How can you not drink it? I prepared this specially for you. Other patients don't have this treatment."

To know.

For Ryan, James' condition is a mountain in his medical career.

As long as this mountain is conquered, a promotion and a salary increase are just around the corner.

Therefore, after Ryan was able to prescribe the medicine, he immediately thought of James.

After all, he was the patient with whom he had the best relationship, so he had to take good care of him no matter what.

James said with a cold face: "I'll say it again, get out!"

Ryan got angry, went to the spot, rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't drink, I won't leave today, and I will go to your room to defecate everywhere in the future."

"You patient, you really don't know what to do."

"Do you know that I, Ryan, am the director. If other patients want to see me, they have to say hello in advance."

"If you want to treat them differently, you have to give me a red envelope."

"I'm so good to you... You actually treat me with this attitude, don't you think about it?"

James turned green when he heard this, and pointed at Ryan lying on the ground, shaking his hands angrily.

"You crazy, I've had enough of you, get out."

do not know why.

James felt that his mental state was very bad, and he had a lot of dreams. Every time he woke up, he would feel very tired and his temper became much more irritable.

But every time I want to look into the problem in detail.

He will subconsciously forget it again.

Over and over again, James attributes these problems to demonization...

in other words……

Now his memory has problems again, and he has completely forgotten what happened last night.

Obviously, he was more deeply influenced by the evil spirit Du Wei.

As long as it is targeted by the evil spirit Du Wei, no one can get rid of it unless it is stronger than it.

It can only be reduced to a puppet in its hands.

Ryan lay on the ground, spitting his head sideways and disdainfully: "Stop playing with me, who wouldn't speak harshly? Will this work for me?"

"Your predecessor Hannibal spoke harsh words to me a lot, and he wanted to eat me."

"The result? He's gone now."

Lane was referring to Hannibal leaving the Church of Eveningbell.

But in a sense, this sentence is very practical.

James on the side was choked with anger.

But Ryan kept talking: "If you don't drink this bottle of water today, even if you kill me, I won't leave. I will go wherever you go."

"If you don't cure you, my Ryan's name will be written backwards from now on."

James held back his anger, looked at Ryan coldly, and then glanced at the thermos that was placed on the ground.

He squinted his eyes and said, "You insist on me drinking this glass of water because this glass of water is special, right?"

Ryan froze for a moment, stared into James' eyes for a while,

He exaggeratedly said: "Okay, you are wearing a director with colored contacts again, right, and you still imitate his tone of voice."

"James, you're done!"

"I'll go to the director and give you a small report later, and ask him to give you electrotherapy!"

Hearing the electrotherapy, James shivered subconsciously, and looked down at his only arm.

On the inner side of the forearm, there are obvious tree-shaped red scars.

Immediately, he was tangled...

It's not that I'm afraid of Du Wei, the director Ryan said. After all, I know Du Wei, and it's impossible for him to listen to a mental patient and give him electrotherapy.

But this matter...

Ryan can do it!

In case this mental illness can't let it go, and pull myself to receive electrotherapy, I have to be very lucky to live again.

You know, the last time the fuse suddenly burned, James was not electrocuted alive.

Next time... God knows if he will have such good luck.

"You...you didn't put anything strange in the water, did you?"

James was very depressed by Ryan, and all his anger was suppressed abruptly.

Ryan scratched his head and said, "I forgot. Anyway, I put a lot of medicines, all of which are used to treat mental illness. You can drink it with confidence, and it will definitely cure you."

Sounds totally unreassuring.

It kind of means that you can die with peace of mind as long as you drink it.

But James breathed a sigh of relief, and even showed an unexpected smile.

Are there any medicines in the Church of Evening Bell?

Not at all!

And Ryan is actually under control. Unless James takes him out, he can't leave Twilight Bell at all.

Go out every time.

James stared at Ryan, never leaving.

He felt that even if Ryan was to steal it, the psychopath would not be able to steal the medicine.

Um……

You can drink it with confidence.

Thinking of this, James said coldly: "I can drink this glass of water, but you have to promise that you are not allowed to enter my room without my permission in the future."

Ryan blinked: "Okay."

James said seriously, "I'm serious."

Ryan immediately said seriously: "Please believe me, patient James, as your attending physician, I, Ryan, never lie, I am an excellent doctor, and my noble character cannot allow me to do things that violate the privacy of patients. "

James took two deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart.

I shouldn't have talked too much with this mental patient, so I can send him away quickly!

James didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately lowered down and picked up the thermos.

Ryan, who was lying on the ground, immediately got up and stared at James excitedly: "Drink quickly, drink quickly, let me see that the effect of the medicine is stable and unstable."

James took a step back in disgust.

"You stay away from me."

Ryan groaned in frustration, but looked forward to it the next second.

James cleared his throat.

He didn't take it lightly, and first carefully observed the hot water in the thermos for a while.

Still steaming.

Looks like something weird isn't mixed in.

Smell it, there is no smell at all.

James thought to himself: "It is estimated that Ryan, a mental patient, thought he was a doctor, and boiled a pot of water thinking it was medicine. It's so ridiculous."

Glancing at Ryan again, um...the other party is looking forward to it.

How could he be forced into such a situation by a mental illness.

Involuntarily, James showed a self-deprecating smile, picked up the thermos cup and put it to his mouth, and took a sip.

an entrance.

It's a bit sweet...

It's like putting sugar in it.

James hesitated whether to continue drinking, but seeing Ryan's expectant eyes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue drinking.

One mouthful after another.

Ryan next to him said in a doctor's tone: "Remember to drink it all, otherwise it will be difficult for me to cure your illness!"

James snorted, too lazy to talk to Ryan.

But gradually... His expression became very strange.

Snapped……

The thermos cup fell to the ground, and large swathes of water wet the floor.

James' eyes became dazed, and he felt weightless, as if he was flying.

"This water..."

boom……

James closed his eyes and fell heavily on the ground, his body twitching non-stop...

Seeing this, Ryan scratched his head: "It shouldn't be. Could it be that the medicine I prescribed was wrong? No, I have to call the director in my dream."

at the same time……

In the room of the other hunters in the Church of Duskbell.

Someone just finished a cup of coffee.

Someone fetched a glass of water from the water dispenser.

Someone is eating dessert.

But soon...

Everyone's heads were a little dizzy, but they didn't receive special care from Ryan, so they only felt a little discomfort and the sleepiness caused by the medicine.