Chapter 410: Ah, This

"Alright, small problem."

In the hospital room, which was so pale that it contained nothing but necessary facilities, the gaunt doctor flipped through the medical records with impossibly long, thin fingers and glanced at Wen Wen. He nodded. "Recovery is good; you can be discharged."

"After discharge, remember not to get the wound wet, don't drink alcohol for a week, avoid spicy food, and don't engage in strenuous exercise. It will be fine once it heals naturally."

"That simple?"

Wen Wen was suspicious, her brow furrowing. She had spent so much money to lie in the emergency clinic, only to receive one injection, sleep for a while, and then wake up to be told she could be discharged?

What about all those messy things from before?

"Otherwise?"

The attending physician of the Spirit Body Department glanced at her. "We’ve known each other for so many years; you never listen to my medical advice anyway, right?"

"Why waste my breath?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the wine bottle on the nightstand that seemed half-full last night.

Well, it was already empty.

At least it proved that her alcohol intake was good; half a catty of wine to rinse her mouth, and her liver function was as good as ever.

Congratulations.

But besides that?

Sorry, medicine cannot cure it.

"Don't I look perfectly fine?" Wen Wen moved her neck and wrists, squeezed her fingers, feeling a burst of strength in her body.

Refreshed.

"It’s just a bit of decoration and whitewashing. Since the patient has given up on the idea of a radical cure and only requires normal parameters, that’s too simple."

"Sewing and patching, 5mg of Panacea, 30mg of liquefied life-ratio saline injection can solve 99% of the problems. One piece of graying agent can fill the gap in your soul like putty, covering the old wounds left by the Heavenly Man."

"Here, this is your painkiller, one pill a day, taken after meals. It won't interfere with your drinking. Take one if you feel uncomfortable."

The doctor picked up a bottle, shook it, and placed it on the table. "Besides that, you should be able to feel the difference from before, right?"

Wen Wen felt her body’s condition. That faint rainbow light on her soul was like a bandage, layered and entangled, binding her.

But at best, it was just a lead seal.

It would come off with a single pull.

"This is the last emergency method, Miss Wen."

The doctor adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Blindly sealing is not a good strategy. The attraction between you and the vortex is still growing day by day."

"Apart from the adaptation between souls, Minerva, a matrix derived from fallen gods, is also tied to the vortex. The two are inseparable."

"No matter how much you suppress it, this attraction will grow on its own, and it will get larger."

"Although the situation is already deep-rooted and difficult to return from, it is not without a solution."

"I still suggest you consider our No. 1 treatment plan. Don't worry about the cost."

"Trying to sell me a long-term hospitalization package again? Forget it..."

Wen Wen yawned, unmoved. "Rather than staying here like a prisoner for a lifetime, it’s better to die quickly."

"So, you haven't considered living a steady, peaceful life, right?"

The doctor was also amused. "If you stop fighting people starting today, with your current physique, it’s enough for you to eat nicotine as a meal, drink alcohol as water, and race cars until you’re one hundred and eighty."

"However, if you unseal again..."

He paused, his expression unprecedentedly serious. "Once you cross the critical point, everything will be irreversible."

"At that time, please don't avoid the doctor; be sure to call me immediately!"

"And then?"

Wen Wen asked back. "Wait for you to perform a miracle?"

"No, since there’s no saving you anyway, why not look at our relationship and send me a few papers."

The doctor smiled warmly. "After all, there haven't been many examples in history of a Chosen One personally selected by the vortex undergoing Calamity Demon transformation."

"Anyway, you don't want to live, right?"

"Why not leave behind some specimens and contribute to the progress of medicine? When the time comes, I will definitely bring the new interns to worship you devoutly every year. If you have requirements for offerings like cigarettes and alcohol, we can discuss them."

"Hahahaha————"

Wen Wen laughed, leaning back and forth. "Hearing you say that, I actually feel a bit..."

"Agree?" The doctor was pleasantly surprised.

"Agree with your mother's head!"

Wen Wen decisively gave him the middle finger, unceremoniously. "Rest assured, when the time comes, I will definitely try my best to die without a whole corpse, making you all so frustrated that you drop little pearls."

"...You have great spirit."

The doctor sighed and shrugged, finally signing the notice and waving it over:

"Pay the bill, discharge."

*Chua~......*

Ten minutes later, after a strange sound, Wen Wen appeared in a narrow alley. The moss under her feet was slippery. She looked up through the walls on both sides at the narrow strip of sky.

Yacheng.

Those dogs at the Hope Hospital, although they were ruthless when collecting money, at least their supporting services were quite comprehensive. After all, there was no other hospital in the world that could use the Star Core Association’s emergency transport as an ambulance, and even provide pick-up and drop-off.

Efficiency was one thing, but when most people received the bill, they couldn't help but feel that their cheap lives weren't worth that much money...

It could only be said that sometimes, things like emergency rescue were just like foot massages; once the pants were pulled up, one couldn't help but feel inner condemnation when paying the money.

Wen Wen looked down at her account balance, which would make even a mouse cry, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. All the money she had earned over the years had been earned by that group of dogs.

Fortunately.

There was still over two thousand left, enough to live until next month.

One thousand nine hundred could buy a bottle of good wine, one hundred for peanuts and edamame, hmm, after drinking, she would go find Tong Hua to mooch off of...

Then, she received a deduction text message from the bank.

Wen Wen’s expression twitched, and she covered her face.

Oh no!

Motorcycle repair fee!

Fine, now there was only four hundred left.

She sighed. It seemed she could only buy a cheaper bottle of wine, but looking on the bright side, if she wasn't picky, she could buy two bottles!

"Hmm, Old Zhang, don't worry, it's fine, small problem. Hey, I won't talk anymore, just ask Hua Hua to help me ask for leave, I’ll lie down for two days... hanging up now."

After hanging up Old Zhang’s call, she put away her phone, looked left and right, feeling lost.

She didn't know where to go.

But if she went back to the branch now, she would be surrounded and questioned endlessly.

Looking at her bleak financial situation, her even more tragic health condition, and the reality that had already hit rock bottom, she couldn't help but want to get drunk and never wake up.

Even more miserable was that when she took out her phone, she found that even a drinking buddy was hard to find.

First, exclude Old Zhang; people liked to ramble once they got old. She had just hung up the phone and didn't want to deliver herself to be lectured by a storm.

Then exclude Xiao An; he was a minor, stay away from alcohol.

Finally, Hua Hua wouldn't work either.

The Aether eyes were simply too sharp; if she wasn't careful, she would become gossip fodder. Better spare her.

After looking around, she found that she could only drink alone.

Until, in the missed calls, she saw that guy who owed her several meals...

Her eyebrows raised slightly.

Here it comes.

At least, there was an advantage to having the motorcycle repaired, right?

Ten minutes later, the roaring motorcycle drove into Ji Jue’s small courtyard in the North Mountain District, burning the last tank of gas from the four hundred dollars.

It was perfectly timed for lunch.

Wen Wen flipped off the bike, took off her helmet, sighed refreshingly, and grinned at the stunned Ji Jue:

"Got any wine?"

"I say, Sister Wen, you just got out of the hospital, right?"

Ji Jue glanced at her calm appearance and asked tentatively, "You wouldn't happen to have no other friends to drink with besides me, would you?"

"..."

Wen Wen didn't speak, just smiled, looking at him with a "kind and friendly" gaze.

Thus, Ji Jue could only raise his hands in surrender.

"As long as you don't tear down my house when you get drunk, I have plenty."

"That’s more like it!"

Wen Wen patted his shoulder happily, walked in, and walked into his living room with familiarity. She found the half-bottle of whiskey she had left last time in the cabinet and drank it straight from the bottle, *gulp, gulp, gulp*.

Oh no, this posture...

Ji Jue’s eye twitched for a moment, and he ordered Isis to quickly order takeout to get something hot. At the very least, before he collapsed, he should eat two bites of hot food to cushion his stomach.

"I was worried about you for half the night, and it turns out you’re jumping around, perfectly fine, and your alcohol tolerance is longer than my life..."

Ji Jue rummaged through the kitchen and refrigerator, made do, smashed a cucumber, and opened a few cans. At least he served it before Wen Wen got drunk and started eating the table. "What happened yesterday? You made such a big scene."

Wen Wen paused, sighed lightly, and her expression suddenly became complex:

"It’s a long story."

Ji Jue nodded. "Oh, then I won't ask."

"..."

Wen Wen was silent for a long time, looking at him, her expression even more complex. "You guy... you really don't follow the script at all, do you?"

"No, I just think, if you don't want to talk, why should I ask back and forth? You came to my place to drink, could I still be like a fool looking for gossip?"

Ji Jue inhaled two cans of food, finally cushioning his stomach, before raising his glass. "If you want to talk, I’ll definitely listen. I consider myself tight-lipped.

If you don't want to talk, then I’ll drink with you. Isn't it nice to chat about other things? By the way, your motorcycle wasn't repaired well. The shop is no good; the engine carbon buildup is still a bit serious. If this continues, it will be scrapped in a few months."

"What the hell?!"

Wen Wen was furious, crushing her chopsticks. "It cost me sixteen hundred!"

"...If you had come to the mainland auto repair shop before, I would only charge you eighty and include a fine wash."

Ji Jue asked, "Want to change to a new one? A new designer came in a few months ago and made a brand-new sports model. We’re planning to enter the city market."

"Forget it, I’ll go find that boss later to reason with him."

Wen Wen sighed, resting her chin on her hand, and after a long silence, asked, "How is the situation in Xinquan? Nothing went wrong, right..."

"Ah? You mean yesterday? It was fine, just needed to repair the factory and the ground, no big problem. But other places were in chaos, looking like they were in constant fear, as if I were going to steal their eggs."

Ji Jue sneered, his expression turning indifferent. "I didn't expect that two guys would jump out from nowhere, one Heart Pivot, one Abyss. It cost me quite a bit of effort. When I have time in a few days, I’ll go see exactly how many good talents and beautiful jades their family has."

"..."

Wen Wen’s expression became increasingly complex.

According to her understanding of Ji Jue and the Craftsman, generally speaking, this sentence was no different from "Kill his whole family, beat his mother."

No, is it popular to be so ruthless now?

Wen Wen’s eye twitched: You kid, you’re not worried about collateral damage at all!

"Generally speaking, *cough cough*, what about 'one person does the work, one person takes the blame,' aren't the family members somewhat innocent?"

"Ah, maybe."

Ji Jue threw a peanut into his mouth and chewed, indifferent. "A family that can raise such things, maybe wiping out the whole house counts as eliminating evil and promoting good.

Basically, every single one of them has a hole in their brain!"

He looked up and felt moved. "What’s wrong? Sister Wen, are you interested? Want to join?"

For such a good deed of punishing evil and promoting good, naturally, the more teammates the better, especially a top-tier thigh like Sister Wen. It would be a waste not to hug it!

When the time comes, you help me hold them down, and we’ll split the materials three-seven, four-six is also negotiable!

"I’ll pass."

Wen Wen looked at him gloomily for a long time. "Because I have a hole in my brain."

Now, it was Ji Jue’s turn to be silent.

Ah, this...