inferior possession

Chapter 70

Being dragged into the hospital, Ji Lu still resisted, shrunk his shoulders, reached out and pulled his sleeves, very resistant to Duan Congzhen's tough behavior, his face was pale, and his lips were tightly pursed.

After registering at the outpatient clinic, Duan Congzhen took the list and turned around, but there was no one behind him.

Frowning slightly, the list in his hand was suddenly crushed, Duan Congzhen's eyes were cold, and he swept across the clinic hall, but he didn't see the figure of the man, and he felt angry instantly.

Taking out the phone, Duan Congzhen took a deep breath and was about to make a call when he caught a glimpse of a person coming out of the dark staircase corridor from the corner of his eye, with his head lowered, his body bowed slightly, and he raised his hand to wipe the water on his lips.

Turning off the phone, Duan Congzhen turned sideways, looking at him with gloomy eyes.

Ji Lu ignored his gaze, lowered his head, looked a little haggard, hurriedly wiped off the water stains left by the cleaning on his lips, his stomach was overwhelmed, and whenever he smelled the hospital disinfectant, he felt nauseous .

His legs were trembling, and it was difficult to stand up. His breathing was not smooth, his heart rate fluctuated and fluctuated, and he was extremely restless.

"Where did you go?" Duan Congzhen asked.

The man's voice sounded sullen and dissatisfied. As always, Duan Congzhen never liked things and people out of his control.

"Toilet." Jilu said softly, a little weak.

He was afraid of angering Duan Congzhen, but he was too anxious to spit it out here.

As if he finally discovered his abnormality, Duan Congzhen paused hesitantly, stared at Ji Lu's face for a while, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "What's wrong?"

Ji Lu didn't speak. He took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water stains on his face. He tightly gripped the used tissue and put it back in his pocket. His eyes were empty and blank, "Go spit."

"Why?" Duan Congzhen asked.

"uncomfortable."

"why?"

"..." Ji Lu felt his head hurting, and Duan Congzhen's pressing question made him even more uncomfortable, he opened his mouth, and after a long time, he was vaguely vague, "It's a bit nauseating."

"why?"

"..."

Duan Congzhen was a little impatient with his detour, and urged in a low voice, "Speak."

"I don't—" Ji Lu opened his lips dryly, his voice hoarse, "I don't like the smell of hospitals."

"why?"

"..." Ji Lu closed his eyes, feeling as if his heart was ashamed, "I think you should know better than me."

"Really?" Duan Congzhen laughed suddenly, "Then I don't know at all."

"It doesn't matter." Jilu shook his head feebly, his voice undulating, "It doesn't matter anymore."

It doesn't matter whether he admits it or not, whether he cares about it or not, that is, Lu will no longer have any expectations, nor will he believe his words.

"Try this." Duan Congzhen suddenly stretched out his hand, squeezed something and sprayed it on his neckline.

Before he could react, a faint woody fragrance rushed towards his face, accumulating on the tip of his nose, which could dispel the pungent smell of disinfectant water.

"...What?" The deer couldn't help sniffing, only to smell a very light and heavy woody fragrance.

"Perfume." Duan Congzhen shook the small bottle in his hand, afraid that he would not remember, and reminded him kindly, "Your considerate friend gave it to me."

Ji Lu remembered that Han Shuo gave him a bottle of perfume and put it in a flower box to appease the guest, but Duan Congzhen didn't send him flowers later, could it be...

Did he go back later?

Ji Lu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You..."

"No." Duan Congzhen looked at him and put away the perfume, "I took out the perfume. I opened it and smelled it, and I liked it very much, so I didn't give it to you."

"En." Ji Lu closed his eyes, nodded to show he knew, and didn't say much.

"Is it better?" Duan Congzhen asked.

Ji Lu was in a daze for a moment, only to realize that the two of them were just standing in the hall just now, and people coming and going were all staring at them curiously.

Jilu nodded indiscriminately, expressionless.

Anyway, whether it's suffering or death, it can't change the final outcome. Whatever Duan Congzhen wants to do with him will always come true in the end.

"Then let's go." Duan Congzhen took out a cigarette, lit it, and put his hand between Ji Lu's lips.

The clear smell of burning tobacco washed away the turbid and wet smell of disinfectant in the nasal cavity, and he paused, subconsciously pursed his lips, looked blankly at the man next to him, suddenly remembered something, and said vaguely, "No smoking in hospitals... "

"Then you smoke secretly!" Duan Congzhen interrupted him, glanced at him coldly, and smiled contemptuously, "It's not a violation if you're not caught."

That is to say, Lu Zhixiang shut up.

After entering the injection room, the inside and outside were separated, and there were only a few people sitting on the chairs outside. It was not empty, but Lu suddenly felt a little more at ease.

Not long after he sat down, the doctor asked him to roll up his sleeves. Ji Lu was slightly stunned, looking at the needle in the doctor's hand, suddenly stood up from the chair, and walked out trembling.

As soon as he turned around, he crashed into a hard chest, and before he could stand still, his whole body was turned around and pressed against the chair again.

"be honest."

Duan Congzhen put his hand on the back of his neck, almost pinching him, but he didn't use much force, and pressed firmly, that is to say, the deer felt as if his entire spine was being controlled by him, and dared not move.

Ji Lu panicked, with fear in his eyes, and grabbed Duan Congzhen's sleeve with his backhand, "What are you going to do? What are you going to do again?"

Duan Congzhen frowned, looked down at him, his wrist was so painful from his grasp, he couldn't help turning his wrist, and pressed the man's hand, "Don't make trouble."

"Don't be like this... Brother Duan, don't be like this..." Ji Lu's face was pale, his fingertips turned white with force, he tugged on his sleeve, begging for mercy in a low voice, he didn't even dare to look at the doctor.

"What?" Duan Congzhen frowned, seeing the doctor's slightly dark face, feeling even more irritable, wrapped the man's hand, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his thin wrist, and handed it to the doctor, "Excuse me, doctor, may I trouble you?" let's start."

Only then did the doctor push away his glasses, squeezed a cotton swab to disinfect him, and then pushed the medicine for the skin test under the deer's skin.

The sharp pain made Ji Lu panic even more, with cold sweat on his forehead, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, he looked around anxiously and helplessly, but felt that the whole room belonged to one gang, trying to harm him.

"No...don't kill me..." Ji Luyu murmured incoherently.

The doctor told him that if he was allergic, he should not take this medicine. Duan Congzhen nodded to express his understanding. When he turned around, he saw the man's pale and anxious expression, his pupils began to dilate, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"What's the matter?" Duan Congzhen looked at him, frowning.

Ji Lu didn't seem to be able to hear his words, so he withdrew his hands desperately and moved himself into a corner.

It happened that his number was called.

Hearing his name, Ji Lu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly broke away from Duan Congzhen's hand, and ran to the door.

Without holding back for a while, Duan Congzhen staggered, bumping into the table and moving a little, and when he realized it, the deer was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it..." Duan Congzhen gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, but didn't follow out, and hurried into the injection room.

"It's a deer." The nurse shouted again.

"Yes." Duan Congzhen slapped the table, startling the nurse.

Before the nurse could say anything, Duan Congzhen said in a deep voice, "Give me the medicine."

"Varied……"

"Give me the medicine!" Duan Congzhen growled, staring into the nurse's eyes with murderous intent.

The nurse's lips were trembling, she was pinching the tetanus antitoxin in her hands, her hands were clinking in a hurry, and her voice was hoarse, "Sir, I can't give..."

Duan Congzhen suddenly took out a syringe, pointed the needle at the nurse's trembling eyes, and said every word, "Give me the medicine, or I will chemically castrate you."

Staring at the slowly sloshing diethylstilbestrol injection in the syringe, the nurse swallowed, subconsciously moved her legs, looked at him vigilantly and palely, and pushed the medicine over with trembling hands.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to squeeze the medicine bottle, and smiled politely, "Thank you."

Turning around, hearing the nurse's relieved voice, Duan Congzhen paused, turned around and threw the portable syringe containing diethylstilbestrol into the nurse's arms.

"Ah!!" The nurse screamed in fright, like picking a hot potato.

"For you." Duan Congzhen said, "This can suppress sex/desire." He smiled slyly, "in case you get hard on your female patient again."

After leaving the hospital, Duan Congzhen didn't hesitate, walked to the side of the car, glanced through the window, saw no one, Duan Congzhen stared, and walked around the car.

At the back of the car, I saw a man sitting on the ground.

His body is thin and hunched, his arms are covering his ears, he is desperately trying to hide his head, curled up, his pants are covered with dust, and he is muttering in a low voice, unable to hear what he is saying.

Duan Congzhen looked at him, raised his leg, and kicked the man's knee with his toe, "Hello."

That is to say, the deer's body shook, and he raised his head in horror, his eyes were full of mist, and he couldn't find the focus.

"Get up and go back." Duan Congzhen said, with a hint of command in his voice.

That is to say, the deer shook his hands, took a deep breath as if he was out of breath, and his chest heaved and heaved like an asthma attack.

Duan Congzhen stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes lightly, knelt down, took out a board of pills from his pocket, took out two pills, pinched Jilu's jaw, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the pills in.

Ji Lu shook his head slightly, his eyes were flustered, he sobbed and couldn't speak.

"Hush." ​​Duan Congzhen didn't let him speak, but lifted his chin, pinched him and made him look up to the extreme, "Swallow it quickly."

The Adam's apple rolled dryly, and the pill slid down the throat, and the deer closed its eyes.

Patting him on the back, Duan Congzhen reached out and put his hand under his armpit, half-carrying and dragging him up, opened the car door, and stuffed it in.

Jilu didn't slow down, leaned on the back of the chair, and after a while, he felt that his mood gradually calmed down, and the feeling of dying finally faded away.

The clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the deer leaned on his head tilted, like a doll, and his heart was empty, as if a piece had been dug out.

Duan Congzhen fastened the seat belt on him, looked at his embarrassing face, took a long while, took out a small bottle of gin from his pocket, and threw it into his hand.

That is to say, the deer lowered his head and looked at the pale golden bottle with empty eyes, without waves.

"Your throat is really uncomfortable, just drink some." Duan Congzhen said, and glanced at him, "but I suggest not to drink."

Ji Lu didn't speak, just looked at him with drooping eyelids.

"Alcohol and medicine can't be used together. But..." Duan Congzhen said, and said extremely harsh words, "...you can drink as much as you want if you want to die early."

The author says:

Duan Congzhen: Don't ask why you can hold so many things in your pockets, my pockets are bigger than mine.