Chapter 36 An Eye for an Eye

Next, there was naturally another flurry of panic. Crowds gathered to watch and take pictures as doctors and nurses rushed out to carry the lame man inside for treatment.

In the eyes of the players, no matter how intelligent or human-like the AI was, it could never erase its inherent dullness and monotony. For example, the hospital staff never questioned how many times these patients had come in for treatment.

It was conceivable that as long as nothing too outrageous happened, Old Daoist Zhou and the Bodhisattva could enter the operating room ten times a day for resuscitation without arousing any suspicion.

Zhou Ze flicked his cigarette ash, feeling somewhat regretful. Kids these days didn't learn anything good, only knew how to play games.

Why not play with knives?

So much more masculine!

The game console was heavy and could crack the lame man’s head open, but it couldn't guarantee a 100% chance of a fatal injury. If the kid next door had grabbed a knife,

the game would have already been over.

Walking back to the bedside, he stubbed out the cigarette in a disposable paper cup.

Then he lay down on the bed.

Truth be told,

back in the Late Night Bookstore,

Zhou Ze actually spent most of his days lying on the sofa, basking in the sun, and reading the newspaper.

Although it was the same now, lying in a hospital bed, basking in the sun and playing with his phone, and newspapers were easy to buy,

the absence of the atmosphere of the bookstore made it feel more like being in prison.

It was like driving for Didi,

one working day and night to pay off the mortgage;

the other simply too lonely in his villa and wanting to chat with people while picking up fares.

Could they be the same?

Worried about another chance encounter, Zhou Ze didn't deliberately inquire about the lame man's final condition.

The old daoist and the other party were evenly matched.

At least,

until the old daoist sacrificed himself to the point of dying,

Zhou Ze felt it was best not to interfere.

Lunch was, as usual, ordered in. The hospital cafeteria would deliver it.

The old daoist said he needed to replenish his strength, so he ordered chicken soup, fish soup, and turtle soup,

plus three stir-fried dishes and a large bowl of rice.

Zhou Ze ordered a fish-fragrant pork rice bowl and a bottle of vinegar.

Without the Other Shore Flower oral solution, eating was just about coping with work, with no enjoyment whatsoever.

He downed half a bottle of vinegar first, and while the spasms in his stomach hadn't subsided, he quickly shoveled rice into his mouth.

He managed to get through the meal,

and broke out in a sweat.

The old daoist ate with relish. No matter what happened, he always seemed to be able to face life with a smile.

He finished all three soups and didn't leave any leftovers. After eating, he rubbed his belly. As he was about to get up to clear the table, Zhou Ze got up first and took away both of their meal boxes.

"Boss, I'm embarrassed..."

"It's okay, you need to rest."

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss."

The old daoist was very touched.

After throwing away the trash, Zhou Ze went to brush his teeth. He couldn't not brush his teeth, otherwise his mouth would be full of the taste of vinegar.

He thought about it,

and decided to take a shower since he had accumulated a lot of dust during the day.

However, while showering,

Zhou Ze kept one hand firmly gripping the railing, fearing that the old daoist might take him for sacrifice again for no reason. Although the possibility was low, it was always good to be careful.

In this environment, any carelessness could cost you your "life."

After changing into a set of hospital clothes, Zhou Ze came out while drying his hair, and then he froze.

At this moment, the old daoist was lying on the bed, foaming at the mouth, his body twitching non-stop.

"Old Daoist, Old Daoist?"

Zhou Ze rushed to the bedside.

The old daoist raised his arm, trying to say something, but couldn't speak.

Judging from the old daoist's symptoms, it was likely food poisoning, and a rather serious case of it.

Ordinary food poisoning, such as food being unclean or spoiled, would cause diarrhea and abdominal pain, the so-called "upset stomach."

However, truly serious food poisoning could be fatal in a short period of time!

Zhou Ze immediately pressed the call bell.

Soon,

a nurse walked in. She opened the door and was immediately stunned by the patient's reaction on the bed.

This nurse was quite young, and seemed to have just started working. If it were an experienced old nurse, what kind of strange things hadn't she seen?

"Food poisoning, notify the doctor, prepare for a stomach pump immediately, quick!"

"Oh, okay!"

Doctors and nurses rushed in immediately. The old daoist was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed away for treatment.

Zhou Ze went to the trash can and picked up the meal boxes he had thrown away earlier and handed them to the nurse. If there were no accidents, the problem should have been with the lunch that was ordered.

After doing all this,

Zhou Ze could only sit outside the operating room and wait.

Half an hour later, the surgery wasn't over yet, and the police arrived.

The hospital must have reported the incident immediately, after all, it was their own patient who had an accident, and the clues provided by the patient pointed to food purchased from the hospital. The nature of the matter was no longer a question of whether to suppress it or not.

The elevator accident that night, it didn't matter much if you suppressed it, since no one was really hurt, just a false alarm.

But food poisoning in the hospital was a much more serious matter, and no one dared to suppress it.

A middle-aged police officer asked Zhou Ze to make a brief statement, and then left, presumably to investigate the cafeteria.

Zhou Ze didn't really care about the source of the food poisoning, because the old daoist had already been poisoned.

Just like the Bodhisattva almost being crushed by the elevator last night and the lame man being hit in the head by a phone,

everyone was clashing in a "Final Destination" mode.

The old daoist had already suffered this loss.

Going back to investigate the cause and the responsible party,

would definitely be meaningful to society and the hospital,

but it was of little use to Zhou Ze and the old daoist.

Finally,

the surgery ended.

The old daoist was pushed out directly.

"How is he?" Zhou Ze immediately got up and asked.

"Because he was discovered in time and treated in time, he is temporarily out of danger, but the patient hasn't woken up yet, and we need to observe him for 24 hours."

Zhou Ze nodded and asked:

"What kind of poisoning was it?"

The doctor pushed up his glasses and

guessed:

"Most likely, it's dichlorvos."

The doctor didn't choose to hide it from Zhou Ze, after all, the police had also come, and the leaders couldn't suppress it even if they wanted to.

As for the reaction of the poison victim's family and buying time for the hospital's emergency response to maintain stability, this doctor really didn't care. He wasn't the hospital director, so he couldn't be bothered with those things.

This kind of doctor was very common in hospitals. Doctors, after all, relied on their skills (medical skills) to make a living. If they didn't plan to take the administrative route, they really couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to the director.

Even some big and small bull-level doctors were people that the hospital leaders needed to actively curry favor with.

Zhou Ze nodded,

smiled,

and said:

"I can't visit him now, can I?"

"No, wait until the patient's condition stabilizes."

After speaking,

the doctor breathed a sigh of relief

and cursed:

"The cafeteria in our hospital is contracted by the vice president's nephew, haha, this time something happened..."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to continue listening to this doctor's ranting,

and went directly to the intensive care unit.

ICU, or intensive care unit.

The old daoist had already been pushed in.

Zhou Ze, as a family member, couldn't enter without permission.

Because the ICU was considered a "military stronghold" in the hospital, even if you were the attending doctor, it was difficult to direct the medical staff in the ICU to do things. They often had their own professional qualities and their pride.

Zhou Ze sat down on a bench in the corridor.

When he was taking a shower just now, he was thinking that as long as the old daoist didn't play himself to the point of almost dying, he wouldn't need to do too much.

Who knew,

not long after he thought about it,

the old daoist had already pushed himself to the point of frantically testing the edge of death.

At this moment, it wasn't really necessary to dwell on whether it was the old daoist's new round of attacks or the Bodhisattva's counterattack. Let's see who could kill the other first.

This was a

life-and-death game.

"Family member of the patient?" A young doctor walked up to Zhou Ze and asked.

"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.

The young doctor didn't say anything. Seeing that Zhou Ze was so well-behaved, he just looked through the glass window and went to busy himself with his own affairs.

Zhou Ze stood up.

He didn't know where he should go.

Should he go back to the ward or continue to wait here?

It seemed that neither was very suitable.

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the office next door. After the young doctor came out, the two nurses seemed to have something to do and went out as well. The office happened to be empty at this moment.

Zhou Ze simply entered the office, directly found the medical record files on the desk, and quickly flipped through them.

Because the ICU had very high requirements for both hardware and software, most hospitals didn't have many ICU beds. Sometimes doctors had to check if there were any beds available before performing surgery. If it wasn't a particularly urgent situation, they would have the patient wait and reserve a bed in advance.

So,

it didn't take long

for Zhou Ze to find the target he was looking for.

He glanced at the room and bed number,

Zhou Ze quickly left the office and walked down the corridor.

Finally,

he stopped.

In the ward across from him,

lay a person,

the Bodhisattva who had been burned.

If he could, Zhou Ze would really rush in without hesitation, forcibly relieve this "patient" of his pain, and send him to the Western Paradise.

But the rules of the game weren't like that.

If he did that,

it would be equivalent to directly exposing himself,

and what you killed,

wasn't the real them at all.

In the game of mortals, whoever breaks away from the category of mortals first is out;

under this premise, it's a cat-and-mouse game.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips.

He experienced for the first time the tangled feeling of being so close yet so far away.

Well,

it was like online dating.

At this moment,

suddenly a voice sounded from behind Zhou Ze:

"What are you doing here?"