Chapter Fifty-Seven: Being Remembered and Forgotten

  "Don't look so gloomy, I've got some good news for you: due to the nurse's mistake yesterday that caused you to fall into a coma again and be hospitalized, our hospital will cover the medical expenses for this stay. However, you still need to pay for the previous expenses as usual. And your body is really weak, being knocked out by a beautiful nurse's notebook is just ridiculous! You're the weakest man I've ever seen, at such a young age, you should take care of yourself and exercise regularly!

  Now, let me get back to my job, and I'll give you some serious advice."

  Ji traveled to the beginning of the arrow, weakly staring at Mingtu Zhuihun with one eye, if that unchanging dead fish eye staring at others is also called staring; originally, the Mimi in his own wallet, which was detained by the hospital, was enough for today's medical expenses, don't take what belongs to others as welfare and give it to others as a favor!

  "Whatever...talking to the doctor about medical expenses is like asking the company's finance department about that one salary slip that I'll never understand." Jie Lu cut in, not bothering to explain to Ming Tu, who was getting anxious and flustered, "Don't mention me in the same breath as those people from Tian Chao who have no professional ethics". He hadn't forgotten what this guy had said when he threatened him earlier.

  "Did your hospital receive a guy named Ushirode Doma last night?"

  "Hmm, it seems the medical community isn't joking about studying Chuuni-byo...". Mei Tuo chased after his soul, flipping through the white pages of the medical record book, and raised his head to look at Jie Lü Chū Yì with an expression of surprise, saying: "The patient who seemed like he had been electrocuted in the brain yesterday is your friend?"

  "Hmm... I recall that idiot from yesterday, who pretended not to know me in front of the Magic Duo to avoid getting himself into trouble. Sighing, he nodded: "Although he's a weak and hot-blooded fool, unfortunately, I barely count as his friend."

  "Like this..." The Underworld Pursuer of Soul heard Jie Lü Chu's comment and nodded thoughtfully.

  "Declaration first! Although I know this guy, but the medical expenses and all that, you can cut off his left or right kidney to pay for it, just don't put it on my account......" Ji Lu Chu saw Ming Tu Zhui Hun's thoughtful expression, instantly turning into a stingy miser, even eating tofu pudding with rice requires consideration of whether to just taste the flavor and get by.

  "Soul淡, I think you should be hospitalized somewhere else, in a mental hospital!" Mingtu chased his soul and took a few deep breaths, warning himself to calm down, he was a kind and good doctor, and shouldn't let this severe chuuni-byou patient with persecution complex destroy his tall image among the nurse ladies. After calming down, he spoke in his usual tone: "His medical expenses were already paid by someone else when he was admitted, and he's in room XXX."

  "Uh... is it possible for his amnesia to be cured?"

  Pushing open the door to the hospital room, wanting to leave this place quickly and find a spot to lift his mood, the nurse's gentle voice was like a balm to his soul. He heard a faint whisper that was almost inaudible, and a faint smile played on his lips. After all, no matter how deeply he became embroiled in his own world, he still worried about his friends. However... when he thought of the situation with that young man named Ushiro no Kuni, despite his exceptional medical skills, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  "I'm sorry..."

  I've done all I can... x2

  "Heh heh, I knew you'd say that. After all, if a person doesn't have their own past; has no idea what they've done before; and faces the world like a newborn baby, then what's the difference between them and the previous him being dead? Isn't that what doctors always say to the family when telling them the patient is gone in movies?" Ji Luochu said calmly, gazing at the window shrouded by curtains.

  "Is that so......" The Underworld Soul Chaser shook his head, glanced at the person lying on the hospital bed who was gazing out of the window as if looking at a landscape, and left without saying anything.

  Is this damn reality or a 2D world? If it's reality, then what the hell are characters like Kamijou Touma and Index doing here? And if it's a 2D world, then what's with this damn feeling of powerlessness? Back when I was watching anime, I'd always complain about how cruel the real world was and yearn for the infinite possibilities of the 2D world. But... why does my current feeling of powerlessness feel so similar to how I felt back then, hiding in my room and getting lost in the 2D world? Damn it!

  His eyes, which had been staring blankly at the ceiling in a lifeless, dead-fish-like manner, gradually transformed into two black diamonds that seemed to be shallowly embedded in his ordinary face, making it radiate with vitality, just like the story of painting a dragon and adding the final touches, except this time, only two strokes were needed to make the picture come alive.

  This has absolutely nothing to do with bloodlines or supernatural abilities, if anything, it's the only praiseworthy trait he inherited from his ancestors - a pair of eyes that can turn the ordinary into something magical. Before he developed the "dead fish eye" skill, those eyes had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble, such as constant clashes with the official second-generation heir who forced him to drop out, and the female classmate who inexplicably moved in with him only to break up later... Gradually, he learned to hide himself, to conceal those eyes beneath the dead fish eye look caused by lack of sleep, until today, when his mind's confusion cleared, they returned to their normal appearance.

  "The doctor is right, I'm just a sick TM!" In the end, Jie Lü Chu Xiang still couldn't think of a solution and slammed his fist on the bedboard in frustration. He then sat up, patted his own face and said to himself: "No matter what, as long as I'm still alive, I can see it for myself. If I die, no matter how the ending turns out, won't I be unable to see it anyway?"

  Yes, even if I become a walking corpse, completely without dreams, completely unaware of what I want to do or can do or how to do it, as long as I'm alive, there will come a day when I'll know, right? Even if I'm living in a world I've woven for myself, at least I can feel the warmth that's being conveyed, can't I?

  Pulling open the curtains that had been blocking out the light, Tsurugi shouted at the top of his lungs in the direction of the rising sun, just like many mountain climbers do when they reach the summit. Amidst the nurse's angry shouts and accusations, he yelled out, "No matter what, I'm still alive, aren't I? At least I'm not like that idiot Toma, who died for no reason!"

  But... at least there's one loli who will always remember you, I'm really jealous of you Kamijou... In that world, they've probably already completely forgotten about me...

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