Volume 2, Chapter 43 (Chapter 81): Same Old Same

Half an hour later, in an ophthalmologist’s consultation room.

“Name?”

“Du Sixian.”

“How big are you?”

“34C…”

The doctor, who was engrossed in writing the case file, was stunned when he heard her answer. He raised his head, looking at the young woman before him with a strange gaze. He suppressed his need to yell at her and shook his head firmly.

“I’m asking about your age!”

“Oh! Um, sorry, I’m eighteen.” Sixian gulped awkwardly.

The doctor rolled his eyes imperceptibly and asked, “Care to tell me about yourself?”

“Alright,” she nodded. “Something is wrong with my vision. I’m starting to see a lot of strange things.”

“Do they hurt?”

“It hurts, but not really.”

“Are your eyes sensitive to the light, itchy, or feel as if they’re torn?”

Looking through his files, the doctor frowned upon seeing that Sixian had no sort of medical history related to her eyes.

“Have your eyes been checked before this?” the doctor asked.

“It’s been checked. Here are the test sheets and diagnosis report,” she said, handing the report over.

The doctor frowned after reading the test sheet and diagnosis report.

Judging from the test sheet and diagnosis report, her eyes showed no signs of disease at all.

“The report says that you’re fine; tell me, what strange things are you seeing?”

“Do I have to?” she gulped, her eyes wandering as he spoke.

The doctor showed a gentle smile and comforted, “Young woman, don’t be afraid. I have no other intentions; this is the basic process of seeing a doctor. I need to know what you’re going through to help you.”

“You asked for it.” Du Sixian sighed. “It’s strange, but sometimes I can see faint shadows appearing in the corner of my eyes, and occasionally I can hear strange sounds as well!”

When the doctor heard her say this, his memory started to jog, and his hand holding his teacup couldn’t help but tremble. An expressionless face staring right back at him seemed to pop up in his head.

“W-wait,” the doctor stopped. “Now, you’re going to tell me that they most often appear at night, and when you look at them, they disappear?”

Strange, Sixian thought. How does he know?

“That’s true.” Sixian nodded. “But… how did you know?”

‘Fool me once; shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!’ the doctor yelled internally.

“At the crossroads, I saw a magical girl riding a dog. And just outside your office, somebody was crying about having lung cancer, and big, black tumours started to grow on his body!” Sixian explained.

“Right, right. Now you’re going to tell me there’s a pale little boy under my table.”

What is he talking about? Sixian thought.

Her eyes subconsciously drifted to the bottom of his table, and sure enough, a pale little boy was staring right back at her with curious eyes.

“Ack!” she screamed, jumping from her seat and pointing at the table. “A b-b-b…”

“A boy. Right,” the doctor rolled his eyes as he looked under the table. “Where is he?”

Seeing the doctor’s head go right past the pale boy’s body, Sixian couldn’t help but cringe internally.

She felt that maybe she should go; the doctors in the hospital might not be able to help her.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, the doctor stopped her.

“Young woman. I see that camera on your chest—you aren’t part of a prank group, are you? If you wanted me to star in something, you should’ve just told me! This is a hospital—a place of employment! Not a place for brats like you to mess around!”

“And that kid!” the doctor continued. “Lu Yibei! Tell him to stop with these pranks, or I’ll call the police!”

“Excuse me?” Sixian said. “This… Lu Yibei. Does he have the same symptoms as me?”

“Both of you are reading from the same script, no? Are you stupid?”

“…”

Sixian was silent, choosing not to argue with the doctor, and asked, “Do you know where he lives? I know this may violate hospital regulations, but I really need to find him.”

This kid has the same symptoms as I do, Sixian thought. “If I can find him, maybe he can help me find my saviour from that night.”

“Whatever,” the doctor said, rolling his eyes. “He has been blacklisted by all the hospitals in the area anyways. Wouldn’t hurt to break a few regulations.”

The doctor started scribbling on a piece of paper and handed it over to Sixian.

“Peony Street?” she muttered.

Thanking the doctor, she walked out of his office.

At this moment, she did not realise that some information may or may not have been concealed from her.