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Chapter 439: Chapter 358: Caged Bird

"No, you can’t eat spicy crayfish."

Duan Mingyuan almost instinctively raised an objection.

The girl’s condition was deteriorating, and the hospital could only provide her with nutritional als.

Plain rice porridge and boiled eggs, along with so pickled vegetables, were tasteless but beneficial for her health.

In the past few months, rcy Hospital had conducted seven panels of expert consultations, utilizing all possible resources and summoning the best specialists. Since the day the girl was admitted, she had undergone countless tests, yet even so, no one could diagnose what disease she had.

Her body was growing weaker and slowly moving towards death.

In such a condition, giving her spicy crayfish would be like taking her life.

At that ti, Duan Mingyuan could vaguely sense that the illness seed to originate from the girl’s brain, that sothing intangible within her brain was rapidly draining her Life Energy.

But he was not a professional doctor, nor could he find any dical theory to support his thoughts.

The Royal Hunting Court had also repeatedly reported Duan Mingyuan’s findings to rcy Hospital. The experts had scanned the girl’s brain multiple tis, but could never find anything abnormal. Eventually, the brain specialist could only express, filled with frustration, that it might not be a dical condition that was taking the girl’s life, but rather so supernatural force.

Not all deaths in this world can be dically explained, and the only thing they knew was that the girl did not have much ti left.

Perhaps only a few days, or even less.

Duan Mingyuan could see even more clearly that the girl’s Life Energy was almost depleted, and when the remaining energy was exhausted, death would arrive.

Therefore, the only solution he could think of was to reconstruct the girl’s brain, praying that this nearly formatting thod could solve her illness.

"Wuu, Mingyuan is a liar!"

The girl’s chubby cheeks were more evident as she lay stiffly on the bed, covering half of her face with the blanket, yet her eyes sneakily observed Duan Mingyuan and quickly dodged away the mont their gazes t.

Jiuyue clenched her fists, her body trembling slightly, feeling like she was about to develop high blood pressure.

After leaving the "Deep mory," she might also need Mr. Mingyuan to diagnose her condition.

But even though she felt her blood pressure rising, Jiuyue still conscientiously fulfilled her duties as a psychologist. A segnt of mory in her mind was awakened, "I know her. Yunlong City once had a ’little Prophet,’ but tragically, she died young from a serious illness in her teens."

This is why the Hunters valued the girl so highly.

To the Royal Hunting Court, she was their most important intelligence officer, as every organization needed soone who could help them foresee the future.

Therefore, since the girl fell ill, they had utilized all possible dical resources.

"It’s the ’Black Mud’."

Years later, revisiting the old place, Duan Mingyuan found the cause of the illness from the future, but, regrettably, this answer seed to have co too late.

The girl had already died, and the Royal Hunting Court crumbled a few years after her death. Many of her forr comrades had beco Avengers, overwheld by hatred.

The organization they ford, "Wangxu," beca a notoriously terrible terror group.

"’Black Mud’ granted her the ability to foresee the future, while also consuming her Life Energy. Her Life Energy at that ti was not sufficient to reach the ’Black Mud’s’ stage of symbiosis, which explains all the symptoms."

Duan Mingyuan looked at the girl still sulking on the boat; if it were him now, he might be able to find a way to separate ’Black Mud’s’ will from the girl.

"rely reconstructing the brain won’t work."

Although he knew that his past self in the mory could not hear his diagnosis, he still expressed his thoughts.

And the mory continued.

After a stalemate, the girl wrapped tightly in the blanket seed to relent and said, "Then, tell

a story."

"A story?"

"I want an exciting one, related to evil spirits, preferably with twists and turns like a comic book."

During high school, Duan Mingyuan fell silent for quite a while facing this request.

He had never been good at storytelling, a weakness that had persisted to this day.

This request was far more difficult for him than dealing with dangerous evil spirits. However, when he t the girl’s earnest gaze, the refusal that reached his lips was swallowed back. It was at this mont that a spark of inspiration flashed through him, suddenly recalling a short story he had read recently on an obscure supernatural website.

"The Revival of the Dead," starting with the recent loss of a blogger, told through the perspectives of four college students.

Mysterious religions, fervent followers, and monsters assembled from human body parts—perhaps these bizarre elents could barely piece together a thrilling story.

As ti ticked away, the hospital room soon echoed only with the sound of Duan Mingyuan telling the story.

Fortunately, his mory was quite good; he could recall the plot of that novel even if he had to pull it out.

As the story neared its end, with the last college student disappearing forever at the abandoned construction site and the curse continuing, the girl finally furrowed her delicate brows, "Is that how it ends?"

"Yes."

Duan Mingyuan from high school nodded.

This was the ending of "The Revival of the Dead," one with no hope, filled with despondency.

"I think this story is too dark, not passionate at all."

The girl gave her critique.

She did not seem to like the story.

Throughout the crises, she had been hoping that a hero would appear from the sky and rescue them from danger.

This had always been the business of the Royal Hunting Court, yet in the end, no hero appeared, and the four college students died forever at the abandoned construction site, their bodies never to be found.

"It would have been nice if soone had helped them."

"Many people in the comnts section said the sa thing."

Duan Mingyuan replied, trying to steer the conversation back on track, "About the brain treatnt plans, we still need your consent to proceed. It’s a treatnt with great risks."

"No need."

The girl shook her head, "I can already hear its voice, so let’s not continue."

"Its voice?"

The high school version of Duan Mingyuan imdiately asked, "Whose voice, can you describe it in detail?"

"Sure, but there’s a condition."

The girl on the hospital bed pretended to perk up, even managing a weak smile at him.

"What condition?"

"I want yogurt. Buy

a cup of strawberry-flavored yogurt from the supermarket downstairs and I’ll tell you."

Duan Mingyuan readily agreed and left the hospital room without looking back.

With that, the mory abruptly ended.