The doctor paused for a moment, then smiled silently.
Zhong Mu hurriedly added, "When I was little, I watched TV shows where Tian Shan snow lotus was used as a medicinal ingredient, and you look just like... Tian Shan snow lotus..."
He felt a little embarrassed after saying that and became restless.
How can you praise someone like that? I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"I'll take that as... a compliment? Thank you." The doctor smiled and stood up, then turned to the medicine cabinet to get the medicine, supported by the little paper figure. This also relieved Zhong Mu's unease and gave him a moment to catch his breath.
He stared at the gray-blue figure moving around in front of the medicine cabinet. The figure started getting medicine without asking him a few questions, and he had no idea what kind of medicine it was.
"Doctor, you've picked the wrong square. It's the one on the left." As he picked, the little paper figure watched from the side. When he picked the wrong square, the little paper figure quickly reminded him.
"I'm sorry, it's been so long since we've had any human guests that I'm having trouble remembering the directions." The doctor stretched out his pale hand and felt around on the medicine cabinet, then opened it to take out the medicine, relying on touch and weight to retrieve it without looking or weighing it.
Zhong Mu frowned, staring at his back, observing his movements and posture, and slowly realized a problem, "Aren't your eyesight very good?"
"Yes…" the doctor replied softly, "I am blind."
Zhong Mu was taken aback. No wonder he felt a little awkward. The other person's eyes never met his. His eyes were always downcast, unblinking, with dull pupils that did not move. He looked somewhat dazed.
"But I've been in this room for many years, and I know the location of all the medicinal herbs very well. I also have a good feel for them, so I won't give you the wrong herbs. Don't worry," he murmured, reassuring Zhong Mu.
Zhong Mu didn't press further. It's very difficult for a blind person to become a doctor. He probably went blind after becoming a doctor. Going blind later in life is hard for any normal person to accept, let alone for the strange person.
After wrapping the medicine, the little paper figure helped the doctor back to the table to sit down, and then took the small medicine bag and went out.
After Zhong Mu and the doctor were left alone in the room, Zhong Mu became a little uneasy, so she decided to ask him some questions to start a conversation.
"You're a monster, you won't harm me, will you?"
The doctor chuckled, "Asking this only after you've come to my clinic, isn't it a bit late?"
"Oh...you won't hurt me, will you?"
The doctor shook his head, his snow-white hair swaying slightly. "I don't belong to the scenario you experienced. There's no need for me to kill you. I never kill people in my clinic."
Zhong Mu was skeptical. "Would there be monsters that don't target players but actually help them?"
"Just think of me as... an anomaly among monsters." The healer lowered his head and smoothed his long, slightly frizzy hair with his fingers. "I am a monster, but I am also a healer. When you are not in my instance, I have no reason to kill you, understand?"
Zhong Mu nodded. The other party was currently interacting with him as a doctor, a kind and ethical monster!
Realizing the other person couldn't see him nod, he replied aloud, "Understood!"
The doctor chuckled, "Good boy."
Zhong Mumu paused for two seconds, then said, "You may not be able to see what I look like, but we actually look about the same age."
"I've lived a long time, in human terms… um… I don't remember, you can think of me as an old man." He pointed to his white hair. "At first, I had short hair, but now this waist-length hair is the result of several haircuts."
"After I lost my sight, I couldn't manage my hair anymore. When I got annoyed, I would just cut it a few times. It must be frizzy and ugly now."
Zhong Mu glanced at it and said somewhat sincerely, "It is quite frizzy, but it is still very beautiful, like hair covered with snow."
"You've got a sweet tongue, haven't you?"
"That's right!" His main selling point is his high emotional intelligence and keen observation skills!
Knowing the other person was harmless, Zhong Mu was exceptionally kind and friendly, "Do you have a comb? I can comb your hair for you!"
"I remember it's in... inside the cabinet on the wall, straight ahead after you enter. Can you take a look?" The doctor pointed in that direction, and Zhong Mu immediately went over and found a wooden comb in the dusty cabinet.
He walked back to the doctor's side, carefully picked up his hair, and was somewhat amazed by the feel of it.
His hair, which hadn't been styled much for so many years, still felt soft and fine to the touch. It fell into his palm, and with each stroke, it flowed smoothly, like a waterfall or cascading snow.
"The person who kindly combed my hair last time is no longer here. I hope you can live longer." The doctor lowered his eyes, stroking the long hair in his palm, and murmured.
"I'm sure I'll live a long time. I had my fortune told when I was a child, and the fortune teller said I would face a great calamity, but once I get through it, I'll live to be a hundred!" Zhong Mu said confidently. "I feel like I'm currently going through that calamity, and soon I'll be a hundred years old!"
The doctor smiled and said, "If you want to live, you can endure any hardship. The only thing I'm afraid of is that one day you'll break down and not want to live anymore. Then even the best future will be gone."
He sighed softly, "I have a friend who doesn't value his own life much. If he wanted to live, no one could kill him. It's a pity… he values other people's lives more than his own."
Zhong Mu frowned, thinking of Boss Ye. "Sigh, I also know someone like that. Just like you said, someone as good as him deserves to live to be a hundred. What am I?"
"Don't say that." The doctor looked up, unable to see anything, but still raised his eyes, trying to see Zhong Mu. "Most people deserve to live to be a hundred, and you do too."
His own image was reflected in those dull gray eyes. Such gentle words came from the mouth of a monster. In an environment where many monsters were enemies, his inexplicable gentleness made him seem like an anomaly among monsters.
Zhong Mu remembered the fortune teller saying that one's face reflects one's heart, and that one's character can be known by looking at one's face. This saying should apply to this strange creature.
"Actually, I don't care whether I live to be a hundred or not." Zhong Mu combed his long hair, straightening it inch by inch, and sighed, "But the fortune teller said I will have no descendants. I will live to be a hundred, but I will have no descendants... I probably won't have any expectations for the rest of my life. I will definitely be a lonely old man."
The doctor smiled slightly, not knowing what to say.
As Zhong Mu was combing the doctor's hair, the little paper figure carrying a bowl of Chinese medicine came in with small, quick steps. When it saw Zhong Mu combing the doctor's hair, it paused for a moment, then quickly took small steps over and pushed Zhong Mu aside.
"Doctor, you can't get too close to players anymore. Have you forgotten how the player you entertained last time treated you? Be careful!"
It shoved the medicine bowl into Zhong Mu's hand, "Quick, drink it and let's go!"
Zhong Mu looked down at the dark, viscous liquid in the bowl, his face contorted in pain. He didn't want to drink it, so he changed the subject, "I'm just staying a little longer. I won't do anything to your doctor, so don't worry too much."
The little paper doll wouldn't listen to reason and was very stubborn. "Even if I go to the Spring of Resurrection, the missing parts of the wound won't be repaired. I hate players like you who take advantage of the healer's kindness! All you ever think about is getting items! You'll stop at nothing!"
The little paper figure muttered to itself, but Zhong Mu, with his sharp ears, noticed the details.
The wounds and props—the wounds that wouldn't heal even after entering the Spring of Rebirth—mean that they can still be seen now.
Eyes? That shouldn't be the case. Eyes sounds like something from many years ago. If the last player we invited wasn't that long ago.
Zhong Mu's gaze slowly slid down to the large stain on the doctor's shirt. At first glance, he vaguely sensed that it looked like blood.
Moreover, it's located at the heart.