Chapter 191

There were many people around taking pictures and talking about it, because the scaffolding collapsed in a place that didn't hit the hospital's department building, nor did it affect the main road with a large flow of people inside the hospital. It only buried the flower garden on the west side with the MRI sign.

Zhou Ze was a little dazed. When he rushed up to clear the ruins, he deeply felt his weakness at this time.

He was used to being a strongman, used to using his fingernails to cut off everything hard.

But if you suddenly turn back into an ordinary person one day,

Especially when something happens,

It's really hard to adapt.

Fortunately, the first wave of rescue team arrived immediately, it was the workers from the construction site.

Everyone worked together to clear the ruins on the flower garden. As soon as the top layer was cleared, a cry for help came from below. It was Old Daoist.

After hearing Old Daoist's voice,

Boss Zhou sat directly on the ground.

Old Daoist was not dead.

As for how badly Old Daoist was injured or even missing arms and legs, Boss Zhou didn't care.

After all, Old Daoist was a guy who was given a critical illness notice for terminal cancer more than a year ago, and he was still able to jump around and comfort the young ladies.

The worker brothers quickly rescued Old Daoist. Old Daoist's patient uniform was unimaginably dirty, and new injuries were added to the old wounds on his face.

Fortunately,

This is a hospital,

There is no need to call 120 for an ambulance, stretchers came directly to push him in for treatment.

Zhou Ze went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face.

He didn't know,

This time Old Daoist was buried while smoking a cigarette,

Whether it was a counterattack from Bodhisattva's side,

Or Old Daoist's another active sacrifice.

If it was a counterattack from Bodhisattva's side, this time Old Daoist could be considered safe.

If it was another active sacrifice…

Tsk,

Last time Old Daoist broke his nose in the bathroom, and that Bodhisattva was almost processed by the elevator door as a meat grinder;

This time the fanfare is so big,

How will Bodhisattva take it?

Although people always say Bodhisattva blesses,

Isn't there another saying,

A clay Bodhisattva crossing the river…

Walking out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze went to find Old Daoist.

Old Daoist had multiple soft tissue contusions all over his body, and a fracture in his right arm, which was now fixed with a cast.

Zhou Ze took Old Daoist from the doctor's hands, and the two supported each other, entered the elevator, and returned to the ward.

Now,

This hospital can be said to have become the chessboard for the game between Old Daoist and the Bodhisattva,

Every plant and tree in the hospital, and even everyone, has become a chess piece on the chessboard.

It's a bit like the pharmacy next to the Late Night Bookstore. No matter how bizarre the guests they receive, the doctors and nurses in the pharmacy have become accustomed to it.

Just like Qing's two little friends, who lay in the pharmacy without a heartbeat or breath for a year, the staff in the pharmacy didn't feel anything strange.

Now,

In this hospital, Zhou Ze felt the same way.

Regarding the identities of the two of them,

There seems to be a "filter" up and down in this hospital:

Oh, you are injured, come, let me treat you, and when you are healed, go back to your ward.

It seems that the doctors and nurses in the hospital have become NPCs, and players can find them here to restore their health after being injured.

"Ouch, Boss, let's be discharged."

Old Daoist cried with a sad face, hanging an arm, almost crying.

Zhou Ze didn't answer,

Being discharged from the hospital at this time is equivalent to admitting defeat,

And the consequence of admitting defeat is exposure,

In the dark, the layer of mist shrouded in the two of them will dissipate,

And the Bodhisattva will also perceive the existence of the two of them.

If it really could be like it was a year ago, when Ying Gou ate 30% full and went up to give the Bodhisattva three farmer punches,

Why would you still play this kind of karma game now?

Isn't it because you can't beat him head-on now that you're playing roundabout tactics?

"Boss, people are hospitalized to treat injuries, I'm here to add injuries, I'm really afraid that something will happen to me in this hospital…"

Old people always have a stubborn way of thinking, that is, they would rather die on their own bed. When Zhou Ze was a doctor in his previous life, he did encounter many elderly patients who gave up when their children did not, and asked to be discharged from the hospital and go home to lie in bed and wait for death.

Old Daoist is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die in this hospital in a muddle.

Although Old Daoist doesn't know that he is the protagonist in this game, strange things happen one after another, and he also feels something is wrong.

"Hold on a little longer."

That's all Zhou Ze could say.

Old Daoist had a bitter face, and finally nodded, although he really wanted to ask the boss, hold on to what?

"Mr. Xu, you haven't done your MRI today."

A little nurse came to the ward to urge.

Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he knew, got out of bed and walked to the door of the ward,

Stopped,

Wanted to tell Old Daoist something,

But he felt that he, an amateur, didn't seem to have anything to tell such a top player,

So he didn't say anything,

And left the ward.

Outside the MRI department, the cleanup work was still going on, but the normal work of the department had resumed.

Boss Zhou doesn't care about how to deal with the subsequent disputes of the accident, or the determination of responsibility.

But passing through the ruins,

He suddenly felt a little pity for the leaders of this hospital.

When gods fight, it is this hospital that suffers. Don't let the fight end, and this hospital will be gone.

Shaking his head, throwing away other distracting thoughts, Zhou Ze went in to do the MRI. After finishing it, he simply held the film himself and looked at it while walking back.

In fact, even doctors can't really understand the details of this kind of film in depth. Most of the time, they just look at a rough idea. Of course, when they hold your film in front of you, the doctor will definitely put on a "everything is under control" posture.

The problem is not very big, Boss Zhou is relieved. The injuries in other parts of his body will heal after recuperation. The key is the damage to the meniscus of his knee, which is often very tricky.

Even if the surgery is done to smooth it out, it is easy to have problems again in the future. Like a toothache, it is very tormenting, and at the same time, just like you have to eat and use your teeth every day, normal people also need to walk every day.

When he was about to take the elevator back to the ward, Zhou Ze suddenly saw a lame figure in front of him.

Boss Zhou immediately stopped, pretended to tie his shoelaces, turned sideways, and hid in the corner of the wall.

The other party was carrying food from the cafeteria and entered the elevator.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ze got up,

Slipping on the slippers in the ward and walked forward.

Pressed the elevator button,

While waiting for the elevator,

Zhou Ze began to think about some methods in his mind,

For example,

Since everyone is an ordinary person now, they must use the thinking and operation mode of ordinary people,

Ordinary people will hire murderers, right?

But this seems a little wrong;

Old Daoist has a lot of money, Zhou Ze has never hired a murderer, but he has been experienced it.

But will this break the rules of the game?

Forget it,

Suppressing this thought,

Zhou Ze felt that professional things should be left to professional people to do, and he should not help them too much.

The elevator door opened,

Zhou Ze was stunned,

The lame man stood inside, holding a plastic spittoon in his hand.

Uh…

The lame man naturally saw Zhou Ze too,

"You're back? The doctors and nurses were still looking for you yesterday morning. When were you discharged?"

The lame man frowned slightly, seemingly not very fond of this kind of enthusiastic greeting.

If Old Daoist was here, he might respond with a few syllables, after all, they had been through thick and thin together.

But facing Zhou Ze, he just walked out coldly with the plastic spittoon.

Zhou Ze walked into the elevator,

The moment the elevator door closed,

Zhou Ze bit his lip.

Every time he meets the other party in the hospital, it will increase the risk of being discovered.

After all, they should already know that the person they are looking for is in this hospital.

He and Old Daoist also have a roommate relationship with them. If they continue to meet again and again, they may suspect the two of them.

The elevator door opened, and Zhou Ze returned to his ward.

Old Daoist was still lying on the bed humming, looking very painful.

"Boss, you're back."

"Yeah."

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, first stuffed one into Old Daoist's mouth, lit it for him, then walked to the window and lit one for himself.

"Hehehe, give it to me to play, give it to me to play."

"No, I'll play, I'll play."

In the next ward, two children seemed to be snatching a game console, a handheld game console. Xiao Monkey in the Late Night Bookstore also had a similar one. Zhou Ze had grabbed it from Monkey's hand and played Star Dew Valley for a while when he was bored.

That thing is quite heavy.

"Give it to me to play for a while, play for a while."

"No, I'll play, I'll play, I won't give it to you, I just won't give it to you."

"Okay, okay, let your younger brother play for a while, as an older brother, don't be stingy."

"No, no, I just won't give it, don't grab it, don't grab it!"

At the window of the next room, a little boy grabbed the game console with both hands and stretched it out of the window to prevent another child from grabbing the game console. The other child refused to give up and was still grabbing it.

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring and was about to turn back to the bed when he suddenly heard a scream from the child next door:

"Ah, it fell!"

Zhou Ze looked down,

The game console fell down,

Anyone who knows a little bit about physics knows how dangerous it is for objects falling from a height to hit people,

What's more,

This game console is really not light.

The game console began to fall,

Fall,

Fall,

Fall…

Zhou Ze saw below,

A man with a limp, holding a brand-new plastic spittoon in his hand, was passing by.

"Bang!"

"Pa!"

The game console just hit the other party's head vertically.

The lame man's head was like being hit hard with a brick, directly opening his head;

His body spun half a circle aimlessly in place,

Then he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Headshot!

Zhou Ze silently took another puff of cigarette,

Turned his head,

And looked at Old Daoist, who was lying on the bed with his arm in a cast, also sucking on his cigarette holder.

Under Old Daoist's somewhat suspicious and confused gaze,

Zhou Ze said:

"Well done."