The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

In room number one... a dimly lit space, a man with a gloomy complexion was coughing madly, his eyes rimmed dark as if lined with eyeliner.

As if he hadn't slept well.

"Cough cough cough cough... cough!"

The violent coughing sounds... shook Su Qi's ears even more.

At the same time,

Su Qi understood even more profoundly how severe the coughing was because with each cough... black blood kept spurting from his mouth.

"Puh! Cough cough! Puh!"

Talk about being rhythmic.

Even though he was coughing like that, he still raised his gloomy eyes, "New here, aren't you supposed to... examine me?"

Su Qi looked at the fresh blood coughed up from his mouth.

Was there even a need for an examination?

His gaze flashed slightly.

The black blood dripped onto the floor, seeping through the cracks and not remaining in the room.

Su Qi silently looked at his name tag.

It displayed two characters: "Black Fog"

He smiled:

"Of course, I'll come and examine you right now."

Su Qi stepped forward and picked up the stethoscope.

This kind of thing... originating from the Abyss, the first time he encountered it, was at the Master of Destruction's lair, where massive amounts of Black Fog swirled thickly, trapping the Master within.

And now.

It had appeared again.

Combining Anxious Land... Gods Palace... suddenly transported to such a strange place.

Su Qi had a rough idea of this man's identity.

The moment the stethoscope touched the man's chest.

Su Qi distinctly felt... a strange low hum in his ears, his head fuzzed out for a moment, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to shift and reverse.

The final scene.

Landed on a dim little cabinet, a box with a strange pattern on the medicine box.

It was just for a second.

Su Qi's eyes cleared, and everything returned to normal.

And the man in front of him... his gloomy eyes lifted slightly.

"Do you know the medicine that can cure me? Cough cough cough..."

He suddenly coughed violently, spraying a pool of black blood, but Su Qi deftly dodged it.

Su Qi held the stethoscope in his hand, looking through his open clothes at the hollow, bloodied chest.

He pretended not to see it and simply smiled gently:

"Don't worry, my patient, I already have a general understanding of your condition... it's due to excessive kidney deficiency, ah no... it's slight cough and oral ulcers. Let me check the rest of the rooms first, then I'll attend to your issue."

The gloomy man coughing up blood: "....."

Su Qi left room number one and then sequentially entered rooms two and three.

The old man in room two... his white hair was vast... almost reaching the bedside, coupled with his thick white beard and tall nose bridge, he quite resembled a great magician with the surname Deng, except his eyes were lifeless, and he didn't move at all.

"Old man?" Su Qi waved his hand, the other's eyeballs didn't even move.

"Old man, say something."

"I'm your old friend Su Buxian!"

"Do you know Su Buxian?"

The other simply gave Su Qi a blank look, and his pupils slowly diffused back.

Su Qi kept his hands in the pockets of his white coat, not rushing to use the stethoscope, but began to move his hands: "Old man, unlike Doli's Western medicine approach I follow the traditional route, which is all about observation, hearing, questioning, and palpation."

The old man didn't react to his movements.

Su Qi slightly relaxed.

Soon.

Su Qi found a black nail behind his heavily haired head, dripping with black blood drop by drop to the floor, which also seeped through the cracks.

"Good grief."

"That depth... it's not called senile dementia anymore... but rather brain deficiency syndrome."

Su Qi shook his head and sighed, "Looks like Doctor Doli's license must have been purchased from a salted fish, quite unqualified."

He placed the stethoscope on the old man's head.

The next moment.

He again saw a scene... a box containing another differently patterned medicine box.

As for why... such a nearly deadly injury needed medication.

Su Qi wasn't surprised.

Instead, he patted the old man on the shoulder, "Old man, stay here, I have to go."

Room three had a boy.

He appeared to be only seven or eight years old, but as soon as Su Qi stepped in, he knew what was wrong.

His eyes had been cruelly gouged out, with black blood continuously flowing from them.

The little boy was calmly holding a pen, soaked with that black blood, drawing and writing on a drawing board.

Su Qi took a glance.

They were all kinds of myths, demons, and other strange creatures, each looking as if it might leap to life; however, the black blood slowly disappeared from the drawing board, leaving only traces of plain paint... the sensation of them leaping out seemed to have been completely consumed.

"Aren't you scared seeing me like this?" The little boy's faint voice came as he lifted his head to look at Su Qi with those bloodied, hollow eyes.

"I just feel..." Su Qi sighed, "Your parents are a bit too much."

"?"

"At such a young age, making drawings so lifelike, how many training classes must your parents have signed you up for?"

The little boy: "..."

"Also, I have a good understanding of painting; may I give it a try?" Su Qi smiled.

Painting? Understanding?

The little boy hesitated slightly but did not reply and passed the paintbrush and drawing board over, indicating that he could try.

Su Qi picked up the brush but didn't touch the ordinary paint.

Instead, he dipped the brush in the black blood flowing from the boy's eyeballs.

Then... he left a cartoon panda face on the drawing board.