You could say this was an escape, or a victory that bought them time.

Bodhisattva must have realized that he had become the "scapegoat" of the final era, which was why he returned.

Everyone was racing against time.

If they avoided it,

the final era,

which was the old Taoist, would win.

If they didn't avoid it, Bodhisattva would have a chance to find the old Taoist and break free before the Xuanyuan Sword fell.

The rules were simple.

Everyone was racing against the clock.

Bodhisattva and Diting injured themselves again and again. Zhou Ze didn't want to attribute the worst motives to them; maybe they were just doing it casually.

And they must have turned themselves into "ordinary people," just like the two of them.

In fact, their casual actions did have an effect.

Yesterday, Diting was injured, and an extra bed was added to their room.

Maybe they didn't realize it,

and then, less than half a day after being discharged,

they acted on a whim again,

and entered this hospital once more!

After this second visit, the direction was actually very clear.

It meant that the person they were looking for was in the hospital.

"Old Taoist."

"What is it, Boss?"

"Nothing...it's nothing."

Zhou Ze shook his head.

He really wanted to take the initiative to do something; after all, his life was at stake, so his subjective initiative was still very strong.

But at this time, he really didn't know what to do.

Doing too much might startle the snake.

Discharge?

Like Bodhisattva and the others last night,

sneak out of the hospital,

and stay far away from them?

But what if this was a balance?

Since everyone had become ordinary people and was playing here, did it mean that whichever side broke the rules of the game first would directly lose?

Boss Zhou couldn't tell fortunes, and he also believed that Ying Gou wouldn't bother to play this kind of trick.

Thinking back to the scene in his dream the day before yesterday,

the final era using blood as wine and digging up meat as food,

you could say it was expressing gratitude for the care in the past,

but more likely,

it was a tacit understanding in this cooperation.

Therefore, after calculating and calculating, the key to the cause and effect of the whole thing should still lie with the old Taoist.

Bodhisattva's alms-seeking skill versus the Late Night Bookstore's law of causality weapon!

If that was the case, what he should do now

was nothing at all?

Then, rely on the old Taoist to improvise?

"Old Taoist."

"What is it, Boss?"

The old Taoist didn't dare to be impatient at all.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Uh..."

After saying this, Zhou Ze rested easy and lay on the bed to play with his phone.

The old Taoist continued to sit back and watch TV.

This day, until after dinner, was very peaceful.

Maybe it was a different department, or maybe Bodhisattva was still in the ICU,

so no more patients were added to this ward.

The old Taoist cleaned up the lunch boxes, walked to Zhou Ze's bed, and said:

"Boss, should I take you to the morgue?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I'm not going."

Boss Zhou didn't understand this kind of metaphysics and cause and effect, but according to the plot development mode in the movies,

if he insisted on going to the morgue to sleep at this time,

he might be in the corridor,

maybe in the elevator,

or even at the entrance of the morgue,

and would encounter Bodhisattva or Diting.

Wasn't it just staying up another night?

Boss Zhou felt he could do it. What was the big deal?

"Uh, Boss, then I'll take a shower first. Do you want to take a shower?"

"You go first, give me a basin of water, and I'll wipe myself down later."

"Okay, Boss."

The old Taoist went to the bathroom.

Soon,

the sound of running water came from inside.

Zhou Ze picked up the lighter and cigarette that the old Taoist had placed in the bedside table drawer and lit one directly.

Smoking in the ward was really impolite, and the nature was extremely bad.

But considering that it was hurting himself and the old Taoist, the guilt in his heart suddenly lessened a lot.

He exhaled a smoke ring,

the TV suddenly went black,

the lights also went out all at once,

"Clang!"

There was a noise from the bathroom.

About five seconds later, the power came back on, the lights came on, and the TV's startup ad was starting to introduce cosmetics again.

Zhou Ze got out of bed, walked to the bathroom door, and opened the bathroom door.

Fortunately, the old Taoist didn't have the habit of locking the door when taking a shower. After opening the door, Zhou Ze saw the old Taoist struggling to stand up by grabbing the handrail with his hands.

Because of the power outage, he had taken quite a fall just now. His nose was broken and bleeding, and there were bruises on his forehead and eyes.

He probably hit the railing first and then fell face down to the ground.

Zhou Ze reached out and helped the old Taoist up.

The old Taoist looked at his face in the mirror. He didn't shout in pain, but he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Boss..."

"Wipe it first, stop the bleeding."

He took out two tissues from the bathroom, crumpled them into balls, and first helped the old Taoist block his bleeding nostrils. Then, he used a wet towel to wipe the blood stains on the old Taoist's face, and finally helped the old Taoist out.

After sitting down on the hospital bed,

the old Taoist subconsciously reached out to press the bell.

Falling in the hospital, calling a nurse over to deal with it would be convenient.

Zhou Ze's eyelids suddenly twitched, and his eyes narrowed.

Instinctively, he still felt that calling a nurse in at this time to deal with this matter seemed a bit risky. Increasing communication and contact with the outside of the ward late at night would increase the risk of exposure.

The old Taoist was best at observing words and expressions; otherwise, with his habit of frantically probing the edge of danger, he would have died countless times.

"Boss, then we won't press it?"

Zhou Ze came back to his senses, shook his head, and said:

"Press it, call a nurse in to help deal with it."

After speaking,

Zhou Ze returned to his hospital bed.

Since he was accompanying and watching the play the whole time, and the old Taoist was the main force, then he shouldn't interfere too much.

Maybe the old Taoist's fall just now was also a setting in the dark, a link to break the situation.

Boss Zhou suddenly felt a little tired. This game easily made people feel nervous and talkative, as if eating a meal and farting could involve a series of cause-and-effect problems.

"Okay, okay."

The old Taoist pressed the bell,

after a while,

a nurse came over and opened the door to check the situation.

"Oh, how did you fall like this?"

"I was taking a shower, and the power suddenly went out."

"I'll help you deal with it."

The little nurse supported the old Taoist, looking like she was going to take him out to deal with it.

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze nodded.

The old Taoist was helped away by the little nurse.

The two-person ward was left with Boss Zhou alone, which seemed a bit empty.

Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

After finishing one cigarette,

he waited for about forty minutes,

but the old Taoist hadn't returned.

Boss Zhou couldn't wait any longer. It wasn't that he didn't trust the old Taoist; if the old Taoist was facing someone else, such as Gou Xin, Zhou Ze could rest assured one hundred times.

But this time, he was facing Bodhisattva. Saying he could rest assured was impossible.

He got out of bed and left the ward.

Zhou Ze first walked to the nurse's station.

One nurse was making reports, and one nurse was playing with her phone.

The work in the hospital was like this. Except for some special departments that needed to be busy all the time, some departments were really busy with their feet off the ground, and when they weren't busy, they could go watch dramas.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

The little nurse asked proactively.

"That, where did the old man who fell and was taken out to be treated go?"

"Oh, he's downstairs, on the fourth floor."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

Zhou Ze entered the elevator and went down to the fourth floor.

After exiting the elevator, he saw the old Taoist.

The old Taoist was sitting on a metal chair next to the corridor, and next to him was a woman in her forties.

This should be one of the surgical floors, at the very end, and should be the operating room.

The woman's family member should be undergoing surgery, and the old Taoist was comforting her.

It could be seen that the injury on the old Taoist's face had been dealt with long ago. Although he looked a little miserable, he was wearing a hospital gown anyway, and putting on some plasters would make him look even more like a patient.

"Cough..."

Zhou Ze coughed.

The old Taoist raised his head.

After seeing his boss, the old Taoist scratched his head embarrassedly, comforted the sister a few more times, and then stood up.

Actually, you really couldn't blame the old Taoist. He didn't know his identity, so naturally he didn't have enough understanding of the nature of the whole thing. He didn't even know why his boss was staying in the hospital.

"Boss, why did you come down?"

"To find you."

"I'm fine. This sister's son is undergoing surgery, so I'm comforting her."

This comfort was really without any other nature.

It wasn't like Lawyer An inviting girls to drink, which definitely had other purposes attached.

"Boss, let's go back."

The old Taoist took the initiative to press the elevator.

God knew why pressing this button wouldn't light up.

"Huh, what's wrong?"

The old Taoist pressed it hard several times in a row, but there was no response.

Poke, poke, poke,

poke, poke, poke,

still not lit.

The old Taoist tried several nearby elevator entrances, but none of them lit up.

"Hey, that's strange."

Zhou Ze stood silently beside him, not speaking, watching the old Taoist pressing the buttons back and forth. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed that the old Taoist was starting to exert his power.

But,

the target?

"Glug, glug..."

A gurney came over under the push of a group of doctors and nurses.

The person lying on it should have just had surgery.

A nurse pressed the elevator button,

and it lit up.

The old Taoist's eyes widened.

If he hadn't ridden it before, he would have really thought that this hospital's elevator had fingerprint recognition.

Generally speaking, hospital elevators were either very spacious or had both large and normal ones. The large ones were for easy transport of gurneys.

The elevator door opened,

the doctors and nurses carried the gurney in,

but at this time,

somehow,

the elevator door began to close without warning,

and even after touching an obstruction, it didn't bounce back open.

Several nurses had already entered the elevator, and several medical staff were still outside the elevator.

The elevator door was stuck on the gurney,

and the patient who had just undergone surgery was still lying on it.

The elevator door didn't cut off the gurney.

While the medical staff were starting to call people and notify the relevant departments,

the elevator started to run,

and began to go up.

The gurney was pushed upward while being clamped,

but the elevator door was stuck here,

so,

the fate that awaited it

would be being cut in half!!!