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Zhang Mu went to register first.
Standing in front of the hall window waiting, he felt a strange feeling of being watched all over his body. The hall was also strangely quiet.
He suddenly turned his head and looked around. People sitting, standing, and walking around all looked away, and the noise started again.
What are they all looking at me for?
Zhang Mu glanced around with a suspicious look on his face.
Without finding out the reason, he took the number slip and didn't think about it any further. He went to the doctor and sat on a plastic chair against the wall outside the door waiting.
Again.
As he sat down, the chattering in front of the door stopped, and his skin began to itch again from being stared at.
Didn’t have time to look in the mirror before going out and got some dirt on your face?
He didn't understand why.
"Number 36, Zhang Mu." A head wearing a white nurse's cap poked its head out the door.
"I."
Zhang Mu, who had been feeling uneasy for a long time, hurriedly stood up and went into the consultation room. He sat down opposite the doctor and handed over the medical record book: "Doctor Song."
"Here I am." The man in the white coat with an M-shaped hairline took the medical record and raised his head, "Don't worry too much, cooperate with the treatment... Huh?
The mentality is good. "
This sentence comes last, with an upward tone and a hint of surprise.
"What...what do you mean?" Zhang Mu raised his hand and touched it when he noticed that the other party was looking at his face.
The doctor didn't explain, his eyes just kept scanning his face.
Even after knowing that he had a terminal illness, his complexion improved. This is the first time in decades of working in this field that I have seen such a thing.
"It's okay, come, let's check it out first."
The doctor wrote out a checkup form and Zhang Mu turned around and left the room.
The female assistant who was stealthily glancing at this side from behind immediately trotted over: "Old Song, what a handsome young man."
"What, do you like her?"
"Go away. I'm already in my forties." The female assistant rolled her eyes. "My niece is still single. I'm thinking of setting her up with someone new."
"Lung cancer."
The light that gradually brightened in the female assistant's eyes dimmed, and her eyebrows lowered: "What a pity, she is only in her early twenties, right?"
"Twenty-three." The bald doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his nose lightly. "Okay, we don't see this kind of thing often. Let's get someone in."
……
Here, Zhang Mu held the examination form and spent two hours going through the whole process, then returned and gave it to the doctor.
Knowing that the condition had not deteriorated too quickly for the time being, the tension in his mind relaxed slightly.
The doctor then told him that chemotherapy required hospitalization. Zhang Mu thought about it for a long time and finally decided to wait.
The current priority is to master the power of magic. I have to go to the other world every day. There are too many people in the hospital, which is not very convenient.
One month. If there is no progress in learning magic within one month, chemotherapy will be performed first.
Zhang Mu set a time for himself, said goodbye to the doctor, left the hospital, and took a taxi home.
He threw the plastic bag containing the medical records and CT films on the sofa and walked into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the wash basin and looking at himself in the mirror, it only took Zhang Mu a second to understand why he was always peeped at before.
Perhaps due to the absorption of magic power, his skin became unusually fair and his temperament became deeper and more attractive than before.
With his outstanding figure and appearance, and with these added advantages, he was like the only lit torch in the pitch-darkness. No wonder men, women, young and old all took a second look at him along the way.
I didn't expect that just passing the magic power through my body would have such an effect.
In order to prevent his magic power from being scanned out by the hospital's instruments, Zhang Mu deliberately did not absorb it last night, so all the changes in him came from that half an hour of meditation.
I don't know about continuing to practice magic... It should be fine. Potter looks just ordinary, and when magic reaches a high level, there will probably be an effect similar to returning to nature.
It is not a happy thing to attract extra attention when walking on the street. Zhang Mu does not like to be noticed by others, especially now that he has a huge secret.
Putting away his thoughts that were gradually flying away, Zhang Mu went into the bedroom, changed into black clothes, summoned the portal, and stepped in.
You could hear a pin drop in the house when the owner left.
About an hour passed.
"Dong - dong dong -"
There was a knock on the door, and as if no one heard anything, the person knocked twice.
"Zhang Mu, are you home?"
The female voice gave people the feeling of spring breeze caressing their face, but it was also tentative.
Chapter 5: Magician is a profession that depends on talent
Song Lan frowned, and with her left hand she gathered up her black hair by her ear, with her left ear pressed against the door without leaving a single gap.
After listening for a while and making sure that no one was in the room, she took a few steps back and frowned, "Where can I go at this time?
Don't think too much about Song Lan, Zhang Mu is not such a fragile person. "
"But he's out, how should I give him the money..."
She held a bank card in her hand, looked around, her eyes slightly bright.
There is a locked iron box hanging on the wall to the right of the door. It is used by Zhang Mu to prevent express deliveries when he is out.
There is a small opening on the front of the box. Large items definitely can't fit in, but it's more than enough for a bank card.
Song Lan took out a marker from the chest pocket of his shirt, wrote the password on the back of the card, and looked around again.
I didn’t see anyone installing a camera, so I confidently inserted the card through the small opening and went downstairs.
Arrived downstairs.
There was a red supercar parked in front of the unit entrance. Song Lan opened the passenger door and got in: "Sister Biqing, let's go."
Sitting in the driver's seat was a lady with extraordinary temperament.
She has a delicate face, big wavy hair, and a slim-fitting white long dress that outlines her seductive curves.
After Song Lan fastened her seat belt, she started the supercar and slowly drove out of the community with a low roar.
"I really want to see what kind of man can be so obsessed with my Xiao Lan that he would rush to give me money even though his small business is almost bankrupt."
Su Biqing looked straight ahead, steadying the steering wheel with both hands, and spoke in a neutral tone.
"My relationship with him is not what you think." Song Lan leaned back in her chair with a faint smile on her face. "Zhang Mu is a very good person, but..."
As he spoke, his already shallow smile slowly faded away.
Song Lan grabbed her short hair that just covered her ears in annoyance: "Why did he get a terminal illness?"
"According to what you said, you two shouldn't be that familiar with each other." Su Biqing pointed her index finger at the steering wheel, "You were just interning in the same company, and he helped you a little. Is there anything I missed?"
"almost."
"We're just friends, so why are you running around like that?"
"Nine times out of ten, it's a sea king who treats you like a fish."
Rolling his eyes, Song Lan retorted unhappily: "I'm not that stupid."
"Sister Biqing, he is a very magical person."
"Please elaborate."
"Hmm..." Song Lan gently rubbed the messy hair on her forehead, "He is a mirror."
"Mirror?"
This strange description made Su Biqing look over subconsciously, but she immediately realized that she was driving and quickly looked away.
Song Lan seemed to be immersed in memories, so she didn't notice this detail and said to herself, "It's a mirror."
"You are gentle, and he is gentle back to you."
"You are cunning, and he returns your cunning."
"By communicating with him, you can see yourself clearly."
Su Biqing sneered at the mysterious explanation: "My dear aunt, you are really fooled."
"I have no background or connections, and I live in such a shabby neighborhood. How can I be treated like that?"
"I don't think you can get back the money you lent."
Originally, Su Biqing thought she had met a poor boy and didn't think it was a big deal.
It is normal for a young girl who has just entered society to have some beautiful fantasies.
The other party only has talk but no ability. Life will naturally wake her up over time. But now I hear that he is definitely a scumbag.
Song Lan didn't say anything, but turned her head to look out the window with a pursed mouth.
The street lights were rapidly moving backwards.
"I'm not stupid."
……
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
Zhang Mu sat on the steps in front of Potter's house, holding two buckets of instant noodles in his arms.
He waited for an hour in the scorching sun, but there was no sign of Potter.
Just when he was about to give up, a voice finally came from the right.
"Huh? Why are you here?"
Potter held a wooden staff in his hand, and a large yellow dog that reached only to his knees followed him. He came over and said, "Are you having any questions about your meditation practice?"