Jian Qingrong's words successfully made everyone look complicated.
The boy's eyes were hard to describe: "He didn't have kidneys before?"
After the initial shocking answer, Wen Shi glanced up and down and asked, "Did you throw your brain into the Golden City?"
Jian Qingrong returned to his usual demeanor and shook his head.
Previously, just to ease the atmosphere, between the kidney and warm time, he prioritized the former this time, just using a joke to fool people and move on from the past.
"I have already arranged things in the city."
He sent people from the sanatorium to Golden City first to learn about the rules and regulations there, and then Jian Qingrong went to carry out the secret handover.
Large companies can turn losses into profits in a short period of time. Wen Shi never doubted Jian Qingrong's business acumen and did not ask any further questions. This tea party started rather unexpectedly. He changed the subject and mentioned the lottery: "Travel..."
Just as he opened his mouth, his body suddenly shook.
Several circles of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and every face he looked at was blurry. He took deep breaths and tried to refocus, but all his strength seemed to be drained away in an instant, and his legs went limp.
"Wen Shi."
"elder brother."
"Son!"
…
Several sounds echoed simultaneously from the front and back, and Wen Shi fell heavily backwards. Fortunately, an arm supported his waist in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.
The last person he saw within his field of vision was Jian Qingrong, and Wen Shi could vaguely sense some of the other person's anxiety.
"I'm fine."
Before he could even finish the last note, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
Boredom, headache, and no desire at all.
Wen Shi drifted in and out of this state for an unknown amount of time, his mind recovering before his body. He tried twice, still unable to open his eyes, and so he turned his energy to thinking, trying to find the cause of his coma.
I don't seem to be feeling unwell recently, so if I was cursed, it should have broken out in the dungeon.
After thinking it over without any results, Wen Shi opened the property panel with the idea of giving it a try.
[HP: 101 (feeling discouraged and weak, feeling exhausted and listless)
Is mushroom soup delicious? ]
Wen Shi was stunned.
Mushroom soup? He thought of the meal he had at Peng Lu's place. He and Yingzi had gone there on short notice, so it was impossible for Peng Lu to have poisoned the food beforehand. Even if there had been poison, his health would have dropped.
"Could it be a problem with the ingredients?" The first night's dinner in the monster's house was also thick mushroom soup, but the monster added some broken bones of unknown origin to it.
The system's mechanical sound always finds the right time to come:
"Do you want to spend ten points to view the food illustrations?"
Wen Shi admires the game very much in this regard. Even though the daily turnover may be tens of millions of points, it is still a business of making ten points.
"yes."
[New Illustration - Mourning Mushroom]
[Sangmen mushroom: A favorite food of the Sangmen indigenous people. Non-natives may experience dizziness, fainting, and other adverse reactions after eating it.]
Peng Lu was unaware of the properties of the Funeral Mushroom. As long as he was at the Funeral Gate, the negative effects of consuming Funeral Mushrooms would be suppressed. After being transported away, the unfortunate Wen Shi suffered his first bout of food poisoning.
"If I had known this earlier, I would have endured it a little longer." He sighed inwardly.
Wen Shi hadn't eaten anything since entering the test chamber. Even though he was dizzy and felt the risk of vomiting while riding in the car, he chose to fill his stomach first without hesitation.
Mushroom poisoning seems to cause hallucinations, and Wen Shi had a dream within a dream.
In his dream, he returned to the orphanage where he had stayed as a child. There was no malice or cruelty towards the children there, but the environment was rather simple.
The other children in the same hospital developed a sense of competition early on, knowing that Wenshi's pretty face might snatch away a wealthy foster parent at any moment, so they often played pranks on him. They'd deliberately scare people at night, break toothbrush heads... One time, during a change of season, Wenshi's blanket was quietly lifted, and the next day he caught a cold.
"Would you like some water?" several children living in the room asked with a smile.
They either give extremely hot water intentionally or give cold water.
That was the first time Wen Shi had a glimmer of hope about adoption. Maybe things would be better if he was adopted.
This idea was quickly dismissed, and for the next two years, Wen Shi's birthday wish remained the same: to get a glass of warm water when he was sick.
Later, he was adopted by Pei Hongxin and his wife, and this wish expanded a little: he hoped that his family would be by his side when he was sick, even for just one minute.
Memories from long ago kept replaying in my mind uncontrollably, bringing an extra sting.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shi finally emerged from his dream, his strength returning. He slowly opened his eyes. The surroundings were dim, illuminated only by a small nightlight, which completely eliminated the discomfort of glare upon waking.
Wen Shi saw the sign of the sanatorium and concluded that he should not have been unconscious for too long and the tea party was not over yet.
"Cough cough." My throat felt dry and astringent.
"Dad, you're awake!"
Wen Shi twisted his neck with great effort and saw a shadow rushing towards him. The next second, A Sang appeared beside him. He sensibly helped Wen Shi sit up and took the water from the table.
"Dad, drink some water." A Sang even considerately put his hand on the edge of the bowl to test the temperature.
Wen Shi looked at him steadily for a few seconds and touched the soft little head.
A'sang looks about the same age as he was back then. He seems to have returned to the orphanage, but this time he is the one being taken care of.
Everything that was missing in childhood was healed inadvertently.
Wen Shi smiled silently and lowered his head to drink water: "Puff——"
What does it taste like? Like sour, leftover soup, salty and sticky.
"It's witch water." A Sang explained seriously.
It turned out that not long ago, Ayu was relieved after confirming that Wen Shi had not lost his soul. In order to help him recover quickly, Ayu and the old lady worked together to call back his soul and held a blessing ceremony.
Wen Shi concluded: "Drinking talisman water and performing shaman dance?"
Ah Sang thought for a moment and said, "A bit like that."
Wen Shi pressed his eyebrows: "Where are the others?" "They're trying to figure it out. They asked me to stay here so that if anything happens to Dad," Ah Sang showed a row of neat teeth, "I can do it as quickly as possible... give first aid."
Wen Shi paused: "Are you sure it's first aid?"
A Sang stood aside obediently without saying a word.
Zombie father and son set meal, those who understand will understand.
Wen Shi took a deep breath and put the bowl aside. Not long after, the boy walked in.
Seeing Wen Shi wake up, the boy showed a smile of pure joy from the heart, which had nothing to do with the devil.
"I'm glad you're awake." He couldn't wait to walk to Wen Shi's bedside. "Don't worry, brother. I checked. Your coma is due to the disappearance of all your instinctive desires and the automatic shutdown of your brain."
In the eyes of the devil, human joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are nothing more than a colorful spectrum.
Previously, this color spectrum turned grayish white.
"Brother, you need to exercise more. From today on, let's train the dog together."
"…"
Wen Shi was slightly more alert after being frightened by his words and quickly changed the subject. He pointed to the bowl on the table, and the boy understood and went to change his water first.
When the young man went out, Xie Tangyan just came in. She always carried a sword with her. It was a frost sword. The temperature in the room dropped a little.
Seeing that a reliable family member had finally arrived, Wen Shi breathed a sigh of relief and raised the corners of his lips.
However, when he smiled, Xie Tangyan's delicate curved eyebrows were furrowed.
"Brother, you are too weak." Xie Tangyan pondered for a moment and began to quote from classics: "There is a story in your hometown that I like very much. You may consider emulating it in the future."
Wen Shi was curious: "What story?"
"It's said that a man got up and danced with a sword when he heard the cock crow." Xie Tangyan looked at him, "Brother, you should also get up and dance when you hear the cock crow."
"…"No, I don't want to dance.
Wen Shi made up a random excuse, choosing to procrastinate: "I will definitely dance in the future." He hung his head, looking haggard: "I've been too busy recently, I plan to rest first."
"You're right, you need to rest." A supportive voice came from the door.
Yarlin's shirts always looked like they were missing buttons, and his darker skin tone inexplicably heightened his oppressive presence. When facing Wen Shi, Yarlin was still quite protective, trying to soften his demeanor.
Jian Qingrong and Yaerlin came in together. Jian Qingrong was thin, but no one would think that his aura was inferior to Yaerlin's, because there was no comparison in that aspect at all.
The light in the room was a little dim. Jian Qingrong stood outside the light circle in the corner, as if he had merged with the darkness, or perhaps he was born to belong to the darkness.
Yaerlin held up two blueprints and said, "This time, it all comes down to the brain's inability to resist mental pollution. If we had mental strength, this wouldn't happen."
Wen Shi couldn't laugh anymore: "But I don't have the capital to cultivate spiritual power."
Living in different worlds, everyone has different sources of power and physical limits.
"I know, but that's not a problem." Yarlin showed the drawings, which were two detailed diagrams of the brain structure.
Previously, I was afraid of the temperature and the light made me uncomfortable when I woke up, so I turned it down. Now the brightness has been turned back up.
"Brother, look carefully. This is the average human brain and the brain of us interstellar people. Ignore the others and focus on this brain core." Yarlin said calmly, "The brain core is the foundation of mental power."
Wen Shi: "…So?"
Yaerlin seemed to understand and continued, "It's congenitally deficient, but it can be transplanted."
He looked at Jian Qingrong and said, "We have discussed this operation in detail. The success rate is 100%."
The boy handed the changed water to Wen Shi and asked skeptically, "Really?"
Yaerlin didn't argue with him as usual. He nodded and said, "This trip will be to the interstellar space. Once we get there, we'll undergo surgery to implant an artificial brain core. This technology is now very mature. There are many children born with mental disabilities in the interstellar space who rely on this implant."
Jian Qingrong nodded: "I will take charge of it and ensure the precision."
Wen Shi was almost completely scared by them.
[Afternoon tea is about to end, please prepare to be transported]
When the prompt sounded, everyone except Wen Shi frowned at the same time, as the important matters had not been discussed yet.
Wen Shiyuan called this reminder sound a timely rain!
He almost welcomed the transmission with tears in his eyes: "Finally..."
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Virtual world.
The soft big bed, the bright world... everything was so pleasing to the eye. Wen Shi breathed a sigh of relief after returning successfully.
Ding, ding.
The hotel doorbell rang.
Wen Shi got out of bed, looked through the peephole, and opened the door: "Why are you here?"
Ji Yuanzhi: "I just finished dealing with the guild's business and came to see you. I thought you were selected for the test again..."
He paused for a moment, not knowing how to describe Wen Shi's current appearance: three parts haggard, two parts frightened, and five parts relieved.
What bad luck has happened again?
Wen Shi waved his hand weakly, pulled a chair and sat down: "When I was very young, I always had a dream, that when I was sick, someone would take care of me. Not long ago, my dream came true."
He said slowly, "I got food poisoning in the test room, and after I got out, I went to see my family."
Ji Yuanzhi had long known that Wen Shi was helpful in the copy, but he was not sure whether it was related to the parallel world. He did not ask much and listened to the other party patiently.
For the next few minutes, Wen Shi quietly explained the treatment plans that each person had developed for him.
It's good and useful, but the level of horror varies.
Ji Yuanzhi was silent for a moment and asked, "Didn't anyone call a doctor for you?"
Wen Shi shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "Look at the bright side. If I hadn't gone to the afternoon tea and fainted on the hotel bed, maybe..."
Maybe no one will even notice.
Ji Yuanzhi subconsciously continued: "Maybe it's already healed by now."
"…"