Therefore, the scholar became a little impatient. He did not want to stay in this ward at this time. He felt that if he continued to stay here, he would probably go crazy. It was not because of his illness that he went crazy.

Instead, he was driven crazy by his chaotic thoughts.

"What on earth is this place? Why is everyone here so weird?"

All the questions in the scholar's mind have now turned into these two most basic questions.

First of all, the scholar felt that he had to understand where this place was. Only by understanding what this place was could he understand his current situation and why he came here.

Secondly, only if he figures out what this place is, can he understand why everyone here becomes so strange.

Last but not least, only by understanding what this place is and why everyone here becomes so strange can the scholar know what he should do to integrate into this town. Perhaps only in this way can the scholar be able to

Find a way out of this town.

The scholar didn't feel that he could leave this town at will, because when he just went to the street to find a pharmacy, it seemed that the layout of every street here was similar. This means that if he was not familiar with this town, the scholar would not be able to find a pharmacy at all.

There is no way out.

The scholar also firmly felt that if he wanted to find out what this town was, he had to go out of this medical clinic and go to the streets to see more, listen more, and ask more questions.

I don’t believe that everyone here is mute. Maybe he is lucky enough to meet some down-and-out people or beggars on the street corner. After giving them some benefits, they will tell him where this place is.

?

Thinking of this, the scholar couldn't help but frown, because it seemed that when he just went out, he didn't see some relatively poor people on the street, nor did he see some beggars. It's not that the scholar didn't pay attention deliberately.

These things are because there are no such people on the street, so the scholar has no impression of these people.

"It's really a magical town. In other places, you can see beggars and some scholars who went crazy because they failed in the exam. But in this town, there are no such people at all.

!”

The scholar was filled with emotions. He even thought about how great it would be if all the places in the world could live and work in peace and contentment like the people in this small town.

However this is simply impossible to happen.

…

The scholar was about to walk out of the ward, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw a dozen clerks standing at the door of his ward, blocking him from going out. The scholar also wanted to reason with the dozen clerks, but these dozen

But the waiter ignored him at all, as if these people were deaf and dumb.

The scholar knew that these people were just performing their tasks, so after several fruitless attempts, the scholar gave up his plan to leave the ward. He knew his own strength, and if he forced his way in, he would never get any benefits, and even

There is also the possibility of being accidentally beaten and seriously injured by these people, which is not worth it.

Now it's just that I may have some physical problems. Maybe after taking the old gentleman's medicine, my condition will be better. But if my bones are broken by these people, I won't be able to recover in a short time.

Yes.

After returning to the ward, the scholar's face darkened at the same time. He was just confused at the moment what the old gentleman meant. Since he said that he would come to the ward to wait, why did he send so many guys?

Blocking yourself at the door?

Why doesn't he want him to leave? Is he afraid that he will reveal some information after he goes out?

"It's definitely impossible to walk out of the yard. If that's the case, I might as well go through the window."

The scholar thought so in his mind, and then he was ready to escape through the window, but when the scholar was looking for the window, he was shocked to find that there was no window in this room at all.

All the light seemed to come from the roof. There was a very bright thing on the roof, but I didn't know what it was, because the roof seemed to be sealed very tightly, and it was impossible to escape from the roof.

In this case, the scholar no longer struggled.

In this situation, no matter what the scholar did, it would be of no avail. Perhaps he could only leave the medical center after the old gentleman boiled the soup and gave it to him to drink.

…

The old gentleman stayed in the pharmacy for more than an hour before brewing the required decoction.

But he seemed to have thought of something again. At this moment, he also went to the pharmacy to grab some strange things. After boiling these things in water for a while, he poured the soup into the ones that had been boiled before.

Among the decoctions.

The old gentleman felt that he had to be more cautious and never let his scholar know that what he had given the scholar to drink before was actually medicine.

Because medicine in the human world is bitter, but of course the medicine in the underworld is sweet!

Because of this, the scholar previously thought that what he drank was just tea and would never think that what he drank was actually medicine.

The decoctions and medicines in the world are all very bitter, which is why there is a saying that good medicine tastes bitter.

In fact, how can medicinal materials made from the roots, stems, leaves and fruits of those plants not be bitter?

But the medicinal uses here are not the rhizomes of these plants, but the essences left after they die.

Of course, this essence is not bitter, and the so-called boiling is just to convert these essences into its original medicinal properties.

This is just a process of energy conversion, and does not involve other changes. Of course, it will not taste bitter.

The old man carried the decoction and carefully came to the ward. After looking at the dozen or so waiters guarding the door of the ward, the old man waved directly to them, telling them to retreat quickly.

In fact, those dozen clerks no longer want to stay here. This is definitely not a good job for them. They would rather do other things than wait in front of the scholar's ward.

Because just when the scholar was about to leave the ward, they felt an aura from the scholar that made their souls tremble. If the scholar had attacked them at that time, these guys didn't think they could survive.

Just when these guys were about to flee, the scholar turned around and entered the ward again. This also made them breathe a long sigh of relief. As long as the scholar didn't target them, otherwise they would rather be expelled from this town.

, and would rather die in this hospital.

For them, it is better to be a lonely ghost forever without being reincarnated than to lose their life.
Chapter completed!