About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

Chapter 9 Watermelon

"Bastard, you dare to be so unreasonable to senior candidates, it is really unforgivable..."

The man covered his face, raised his eyelids and stared at Lin Qingquan, a layer of indistinguishable redness appeared on his dark skin.

He was very angry, but when he saw Lin Qingquan's eyes, he was inexplicably timid again, his fingers trembling slightly.

The sunlight passing through the beige paper door also turned beige, hitting Lin Qingquan's face like a soft light.Those dark eyes were illuminated in the color of stream water, without light, but full of moisture between the overly long eyelashes, this moisture made him feel weak and beautiful.

"I said...you look like this, why do you have a temper like a mad dog!" The dark-skinned man lightly touched the wound on his cheekbone, and hissed in reproach.

Lin Qingquan was about to pick up the low table again, but at this moment he saw the ring on his finger.

The dark green opal was framed by black jade, and was worn firmly on the middle finger, with the word "Kong" engraved on the round ring surface.

Same as the old monk's ring.

"Empty." Lin Qingquan hesitated.

A strange feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land rose in his heart, and his tense attitude immediately eased a lot.

"Are you actually empty?" Lin Qingquan asked softly.

The black-skinned man obviously hesitated, and asked him, "You actually know Sora?"

Lin Qingquan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, looking a bit secretive.

"I'm very interested in the recovery of magic power, so I joined Kong, whose mission is to prevent the recovery of magic power." The black skin twirled the ring between his fingers, "However, my ability is not enough, and I can't tell the difference." Devil fetus, host or something."

Lin Qingquan said solemnly: "I can see it."

Hei Skin crossed his arms and said steadily: "The reason why I came here was not to provoke you, but to share with you something about this bed... Well, it's an interesting thing."

He looked mysterious, "The last person who slept in this bed died very strangely."

Lin Qingquan's eyebrows sank, "How did you die?"

"To be precise, it's not death, but change." The dark-skinned god muttered.

"Originally a cheerful and healthy young man with a handsome appearance and excellent medical skills. He is highly skilled in both diagnosis and medication. He is the most promising one to enter the mirror. But he didn't get up one morning, and he couldn't call it. Wake up. We found that his whole body was limp and breathless; and his skin was red, an abnormal dark red, as if a layer of red rouge had been brushed between the skin and flesh."

The dark skin swallowed unconsciously, with a nervous expression on his face, "Although we are not Xuanwu doctors, we are also candidates who have lived in Xuanwu Mountain and have been deeply influenced by it. He was diagnosed with evil heat, qi stagnation and blood swelling. Slits in the arms and bloodletting. But do you know what happened?"

He saw that Lin Qingquan was not in any mood, so he said to himself: "After we cut his arm, we found that there were flowers under the skin."

"flower?"

"Yes, it's flowers, fresh flowers, the kind with flowering branches and water drops." The black skin said, "No blood, no flesh, no internal organs. It's just a bunch of flowers wrapped in human skin, supported by a skeleton."

Lin Qingquan was bored for a long time, and asked a question: "What kind of flower?"

The black skin rolled his eyes, "I said, is this important? The point is that he died in such a weird way, or that he himself was a demon... In short, it must have something to do with the recovery of magic power. This bed is stained with magic power, so it can't be Sleeping, everyone can't avoid it. Otherwise, how could such a good position be reserved for you, a newcomer."

Lin Qingquan pushed him away, "I'm going to sleep here."

"Hey?"

"I know you empty people like to meddle in your own business. But I'm sure I'll sleep on this bed."

The black-skinned man couldn't believe what he heard, "I'm serious...you're so crazy. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I haven't died yet, so I won't be able to die for a while." Lin Qingquan glanced at his swollen cheekbones, took out the wound medicine from his bag and gave it to him, "You should worry more about yourself."

The black-skinned man said in surprise, "It turns out that you can still deliver medicine to people. Then what happened to you just now? You suddenly went crazy."

Many indescribable emotions surged up in Lin Qingquan, with mixed flavors.He is well aware that these emotions come from unknown past lives.

He wanted to say some tirade or something, he wanted to vent a lot.

But he opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally said simply: "From now on, don't touch my things."

The black skin looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled wickedly: "Just touching your bed, you will kill me. Then if I touch the things you have hidden in the front, wouldn't you want to crush me to ashes?"

Lin Qingquan couldn't help being startled.

In order to prevent thieves, he sealed the gold box given by the old monk with beeswax, wrapped it with several layers of cloth, and specially sewed an inner pocket in the front of his shirt to hide the gold box.

In the gold box is the so-called heavenly medicine, which is the heart of the devil.

"How do you know?" he asked warily.

"After you raised the low table and hit me, your first action was to touch the front. This kind of subconscious action can't deceive people." A sneer appeared from the corner of the black skin's mouth, "To be a doctor, you must first have the ability to observe the details eyesight."

Seeing that Lin Qingquan didn't deny it, he became even more excited, "Looking, hearing, and asking, all four diagnoses are indispensable. A good doctor can see what's wrong with a patient from a small move. Do you have this vision?"

Lin Qingquan took a quick look at him, "If I have something, will you allow me to say it?"

The dark skin hesitated, "You mean, I'm sick?"

"It is indeed a little problem, but it can't be called the degree of disease."

"Tell me!" the dark skin got excited, "I'd like to see if you can see what's wrong with me!"

Lin Qingquan moved closer, and whispered at a volume that only two people could hear: "You only have one kidney."

The black-skinned man gasped, his brows twitched, and his expression was very exciting.

Lin Qingquan stopped, didn't say anything, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. It's not a big deal, and it won't affect your finding Hua girl."

The black-skinned man was stunned for a long time, but he smiled with sunshine, "It's amazing, it's amazing! Let me tell you, you must be the incarnation of Medicine Buddha."

He took Lin Qingquan's shoulders, "I have participated in the Jingmen examination for more than a year. Although I failed every time in the preliminary examination, I didn't even have the chance to be interviewed by Mr. Jing. But I have seen all the way through and finally successfully entered the mirror. The Xuanwu doctor of the sect. I can see the will of the Xuanwu doctor in you."

He looked at Lin Qingquan with bright eyes, "Let's get to know each other. My name is Watermelon."

"Watermelon?" Lin Qingquan frowned, "Is it the fruit I was thinking of?"

In Edo, watermelon was an unlucky fruit.

The flesh of watermelon will bleed out the same color as blood, which seems to be haunted by a ghost who died with hatred. If you eat watermelon, your mouth will be full of blood, which is unlucky.Therefore, Edo people generally dislike watermelon.

"Yes. I named myself. How about it? Remember it with your photographic memory." The black-skinned man raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Lin Qingquan understood.This guy chose such a name to disgust others.

The assessment will begin in three days.

Lin Qingquan was the last candidate to enter the mountain to register.

There are more than 100 beds in the Datong shop, all of which are full.

The only good thing is that more than 100 of them are doctors, have a slight obsession with cleanliness, and pay attention to cleanliness.The bunk was a bit cramped, but it didn't look too bad.

Many candidates are not taking part in the assessment for the first time, they are the legendary "previous students".

For example, Watermelon has lived in Xuanwu Mountain for more than a year, and participated in a total of five assessments, but he still persisted.

There are even more exaggerated than him.

There is a 58-year-old samurai who has a wife and children in Edo, but in order to worship under the doctor Kagami, he abandoned the house with mountains and water, and lived in this poor condition for three years;

There is also a young doctor who took the exam for four years before entering the top three and getting an interview opportunity. Because he failed the interview, he wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the mountain.

Here, Lin Qingquan experienced the atmosphere of the postgraduate entrance examination during the Fourth World War.

Although the first impression was not good, watermelon is a familiar person, and he doesn't hold grudges when he is beaten, and he clings to Lin Qingquan all afternoon.

The explanation he gave was "I watermelon most admire people who see a doctor well and make a diagnosis accurately".

Perhaps it was due to Kong's sensitivity to demons, when chatting in the afternoon, Xigua mentioned Lin Qingquan's eyes repeatedly: "Your eyes are very special at first glance. It's a bit hairy after looking at it for a long time, but I can't help but want to look at it and get close to it." To use an inappropriate analogy, it feels like... like listening to monster language when I was a child, even if I was scared, I couldn't help but want to hear it."

Lin Qingquan avoided his probing gaze, and raised his hand to touch his eyes.

At this time, the eyes are quietly dormant in the eye sockets, neither painful nor itchy, as if they will always be so obedient and obedient.This degree of fit seems to be born on Lin Qingquan.When he calmed down, he could feel the beating of the ophthalmic artery through a layer of eyelids.

This beating gave him the illusion, as if he had touched the heart of the magic tire.

But in fact, the magic tire does not have a heart, and the beating ophthalmic artery is just its realistic mimicry.

So the watermelon analogy is apt.

It's a monster, all right.

In order to ensure order, the meals at the Xuanwu Medical Hall are taken in turn by the restaurants at the foot of the mountain, sushi, eel rice, miso biscuits...it is guaranteed that the dishes will not be the same for a month.The medical center will greet the restaurant one day in advance, and someone will deliver the meal to the mountain the next day, just like the takeaway that a company orders.

It was Lin Qingquan's first day here, so naturally there would be no food for him when it was time to eat.

Watermelon divided his dinner in half with him.

As expected of the Xuanwu Medical Center, the meals are unique.The fish is cooked lightly and with low salt, and the fried rice cake is covered with a layer of red bean paste, which is said to prevent beriberi.But what impressed Lin Qingquan the most was the soup—the medical clinic specifically explained that the soup should be made from pine leaves, pipa leaves, dried plums and earthworms.This medicinal soup can prevent colds.

After eating and drinking, the watermelon patted his stomach, "Let's go. I'll take you down the mountain to soak in the hot springs. The hot springs are backed by green mountains and green waters, and the temperature is just right. You are a fish in it. You are just a piece of mud that has been softened, your whole body is soft, and you can spread it wherever you want. It's so refreshing, so comfortable..."

Lin Qingquan chuckled, "No."

"Go." Watermelon dragged him up, "His hot spring eggs are the best in Kyoto. After soaking the unsolidified eggs in soy sauce and dyeing them red, they look like freshly peeled lychees. They are dangling and can be eaten The fragrance of green grass will make life a pity if you don’t eat it!"

Lin Qingquan was silent.

He was moved.

From Datongpu to the foot of the mountain, you will pass the Shangjiao Pavilion on the mountainside.

Shangjiao Pavilion is a place for outpatient clinics. It is already dark at this moment, but the lights inside are brightly lit.

When the two passed by, they saw many people gathered in front of the hall, including doctors and attendants, and even candidates in yellow kimonos came to join in the fun, stretched their necks to look into the hall, and talked a lot.

Watermelon grabbed Lin Qingquan, "That's not right. At this hour, Doctor Xuanwu should have gone back to rest."

Lin Qingquan approached the door, and heard someone in the museum making a scene, uttering a series of ancient Japanese curses mixed with Kansai dialect, sounded very excited, and drew his sword with a groan.

This movement is too obvious.

He quickly made a judgment: "Medical trouble."