Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 368: this water is poisoned...

“Get out, I’m not drinking hot water,”

In the room, James looked at Ryan with a grim face, pointing to the door and speaking with barely suppressed anger.

Ryan’s eyes widened, “How can you not drink it? This was specially prepared for you, no other patient gets this treatment.”

You should know.

To Ryan, James’s condition was a mountain in his medical career.

If he could conquer this mountain, promotion and a raise were just in sight.

...

Therefore, once Ryan was able to prescribe medication, he immediately thought of James.

After all, he was the patient with whom Ryan had the best relationship, one who deserved exceptional care.

James said with a cold face, “I’ll say it again, get out!”

Ryan was furious, he sprawled on the ground and rolled his eyes, “If you don’t drink, I won’t leave today, and from now on, I’ll come to your room every day to pee and poop wherever I want.”

“You, as a patient, really don’t know what’s good for you.”

“Do you know that I, Ryan, am the chief. Other patients have to give me a heads up if they want to see me.”

“If you want special treatment, you’ve got to slip me a red envelope.”

“I’ve been so good to you... and this is the attitude you show me, do you not want to get better?”

James’s face turned green when he heard this, pointing at Ryan lying on the ground, shaking with anger.

“You nutcase, I’ve had enough of you, get lost.”

For some reason.

James felt his mental state was very poor, and he experienced too many dreams; waking up always left him extremely tired and irritable.

But every time he tried to delve into the problem,

He would subconsciously forget it.

Again and again, James chalked these issues up to Evil Spirit Transformation...

In other words...

He was now having memory problems again, having completely forgotten last night’s ordeal.

Clearly, Evil Spirit Du Wei’s influence on him was deepening.

Once targeted by Evil Spirit Du Wei, one can’t escape unless they are stronger than it.

One can only become its puppet.

Ryan lay on the ground, turning his head in disdain and spitting, “Stop playing these games with me. Who doesn’t know how to talk tough? Does it work on me?” räNΟbΕꞩ

“Your predecessor Hannibal sure talked tough with me too, he even wanted to eat me.”

“So what? He’s gone now.”

What Ryan meant was that Hannibal had left the Dusk Bell Church.

But in a sense, that statement was very fitting.

James was infuriated by this.

But Ryan kept talking, “If you don’t drink this water today, even if you kill me, I won’t leave. I will follow you wherever you go.”

“If I don’t cure you, I, Ryan, will write my name backward.”

Suppressing his rage, James looked at Ryan coldly, then glanced at the thermos cup that had been placed on the ground.

James stepped back in disgust.

“Stay away from me.”

Ryan let out a disappointed “Oh,” but the next second, he was hopeful again.

James cleared his throat.

He didn’t take it lightly and first carefully observed the hot water in the thermos for a while.

Steam was still rising.

It appeared as though nothing strange had been mixed in.

Smelling it, there was no scent at all.

James thought to himself, “Probably this lunatic Ryan thinks he’s a doctor and boiled a pot of water, thinking it’s medicine. That’s just ridiculous.”

He glanced again at Ryan... The guy looked expectant.

To think I’m being pushed to this point by a lunatic.

Involuntarily, James showed a self-deprecating smile, lifted the thermos to his lips, and took a sip.

As soon as it entered his mouth.

It was actually a bit sweet...

Like sugar had been added.

James hesitated a bit about whether to continue drinking, but seeing Ryan’s expectant look, he braced himself and continued to drink.

Sip by sip.

The nearby Ryan spoke in the tone of a doctor, “Remember to drink it all, otherwise it will be very hard for me to cure your illness!”

James snorted and paid no more attention to Ryan.

But gradually... his expression became very strange.

Clatter...

The thermos fell to the ground, and a large area of the floor was soaked with water.

James’s eyes became vacant, and he felt weightless as if he were floating.

“This water...”

Thud...

James’s eyes closed, and he fell heavily to the ground, his body convulsing non-stop...

Seeing this, Ryan scratched his head: “This shouldn’t be, did I mix the medicine wrong? No, I need to make a call in my dream and ask the director.”

At the same time...

In the rooms of other hunters at the Dusk Bell Church.

Someone had just finished a cup of coffee.

Someone had filled a glass of water from the water dispenser.

Someone was eating dessert.

But soon...

Everyone’s head began to feel a bit groggy, but they did not receive Ryan’s special attention, so they only felt slightly unwell and drowsy from the drugs.