府君's blood as wine, 府君's flesh as dishes,

A few chunks of majestic Mount Tai cut off as steamed buns;

Yinggou ate with relative satisfaction,

While Boss Zhou inside him was almost dumbfounded,

His first reaction was disgust…

After all, whether out of a deep germophobia or out of a doctor's professional instinct,

This was almost impossible to accept.

As for whose blood and flesh this was,

How precious, how rare, and what significance this blood and flesh symbolized,

These really weren't things Boss Zhou would consider.

Watching Yinggou eat so contentedly,

Zhou Ze really felt that he had to find a chance to talk to the iron-headed simpleton in the future,

In ancient times, there weren't terrifying diseases represented by AIDS, so it was okay for you to eat indiscriminately, but now the times are different, if you keep eating like this…

There was no need to say "if Yinggou knew what Zhou Ze was thinking at this moment,"

Because the two were already of one mind,

There were no secrets.

Yinggou calmly drank the wine,

Yinggou calmly ate the meat,

Yinggou calmly used the steamed bun,

And then,

In his heart,

In a voice suppressing anger:

"Watch… dog…"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Boss Zhou felt that usually letting this little bit go was nothing to him anyway, he could never be satisfied.

Normal parents, seeing their child eating a lot, would keep urging them to eat, not even having time to be happy.

Being able to eat is a blessing, right?

After all, it's the time for growing up.

But this kind of indiscriminate eating, it really can't be advocated, this is the bottom line!

Most importantly,

府君's blood and flesh,

Damn it,

Who knows if the 府君 lineage might have some terrible genetic disease?

After all,

They liked to mess around with monkeys generation after generation.

"…" Yinggou.

"Cough… cough…"

Yinggou suddenly coughed,

Almost unable to hold it back.

Mo Dai smiled and pointed at the wine bowl, saying:

"The conditions are simple, fortunately, this wine is strong enough."

Yinggou nodded slightly, his expression serious.

"Hey, really, you can't just…"

"If… you… just… ate…"

"What if I just ate? Oh, right, you didn't come out just now, what's the meaning of coming out when it's time to eat, although…"

"You… would… explode…"

"…" Zhou Ze.

府君's blood, 府君's flesh, Mount Tai's steamed bun,

That's right,

If he ate it himself,

This wouldn't just be a problem of being unable to handle the nourishment…

For a moment,

Boss Zhou was really embarrassed to continue scolding Yinggou.

"The… gift… is… too… much…"

"I'm just a down-on-his-luck kid, and I really don't have anything good to treat you with, brother.

If it were before, before the odds and ends in the extreme western sealed land had all run out and were messing around, I would have been able to catch a few relatively fresh ferocious beasts for you, brother, and prepare some of their blood and flesh to put in wine and dishes to treat you.

It's not possible now,

But I'm grateful for your care, brother,

For letting me hitch a ride on this car,

Me,

I repay kindness and avenge grudges,

These things,

I can always tell clearly."

"It… has… nothing… to… do… with… me…"

"I know, I know."

Mo Dai motioned for the little monkey to pour more wine,

And continued:

"In the end, he and I, although we're said to be two people, aren't we essentially just one person?"

"You're not as cute as him," Zhou Ze said in his heart.

"You're… not… as… cu…"

Yinggou couldn't say the last word.

"A lifetime is just fleeting, nothing more than passing clouds, the clouds gather, and the clouds dissipate, that's all there is to it.

You, brother, have been mired in the mortal realm for countless reincarnations,

You can't possibly not see this clearly, right?"

Mo Dai looked up at the sky,

And suddenly let out another sigh:

"Actually, sometimes, even I get a little confused;

Do I prefer him as he is now,

Or do I prefer me as I was in the past;

Even,

Occasionally, I get confused,

Am I the past me or the present him…"

The pavilion began to twist,

The sky began to twist,

The mountain peaks began to twist,

Everything before his eyes,

Began to twist,

A strong feeling of nausea began to surge.

"Ugh!"

Zhou Ze turned to the side,

And retched directly onto the floor.

There wasn't much in his stomach, apart from some water, there wasn't anything else, only the faint taste of blood seemed to linger around his mouth.

Although it was the iron-headed simpleton who ate, that kind of "feeling of empathy" was really unbearable.

Just thinking about it made his stomach start to spasm again.

"Boss, you awake?"

A familiar voice came from the next bed.

Zhou Ze turned his head to look beside him,

The old Daoist was lying on the hospital bed eating an apple, with his phone in his other hand.

Only then did Zhou Ze realize,

That he was lying in a hospital ward,

With an IV drip hanging on his arm.

"Boss, wanna eat an apple?"

The old Daoist handed him an apple.

Zhou Ze instinctively shook his head, his stomach starting to contract.

"That's right, boss, you just woke up, you shouldn't eat apples, here, have a banana."

The old Daoist handed him a banana.

His stomach cramped even more severely.

"What's going on?"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with us?"

"We got into a car accident."

"Car accident?"

Zhou Ze began to recall, he only remembered that he was very sleepy while driving, and then there seemed to be a loud bang.

A car accident?

"Then what are we doing lying here?"

"Um?" The old Daoist frowned and said, "Boss, usually after a car accident, you either lie in a funeral home or a hospital, right?

Um, boss, should I turn down the air conditioner a little more?"

The old Daoist mistakenly thought that his boss would rather lie in the morgue.

"We're lying in a hospital now?"

"Yes, boss."

"Are you injured?"

"It's okay, my injuries aren't serious. You, boss, seem to have a fracture, and your head was also broken. I woke up yesterday, and you, boss, just woke up. Boss, I think you should continue to get checked out and see what the doctor says before…"

Heh,

What a joke,

Would I get injured in a car accident?

Zhou Ze directly pulled out the IV needle from his hand,

Turned over and got out of bed,

Then,

Suddenly his head spun,

His left knee gave way,

"Thump!"

Zhou Ze fell to the ground.

"Hiss…"

That hurt.

"Boss, Boss!"

The old Daoist hurriedly pressed the call button.

Soon,

Two nurses ran in,

Seeing Zhou Ze lying on the ground, they immediately ran over, one on each side, and helped Zhou Ze back onto the bed.

Don't underestimate the nurses in hospitals, they all look delicate, but their strength isn't necessarily less than that of a shut-in.

"What's wrong with the patient, is he feeling unwell anywhere?"

"It's okay, it's okay, he woke up, he just accidentally fell out of bed."

"I'll go notify the doctor."

Soon,

Several doctors walked in,

And began to examine Zhou Ze's body.

The attending physician was probably in his forties, and his hair volume had already gone to support the central region. (A Chinese internet slang referring to a receding hairline.)

In charge of the examination were two young doctors, probably interns.

The hands of the two men touching him made Boss Zhou very uncomfortable, and he said directly:

"Tear in the meniscus of the left leg, fracture of the left rib in the chest, mild burns on the left arm and back;

Concussion to the back of the head, no dizziness for the time being, clear consciousness, clear sense of balance, can rule out severe concussion, can do follow-up re-examination to rule out hidden dangers."

The two interns looked at each other,

The attending physician behind them pushed up his glasses,

And smiled:

"Well, this is a colleague, are you here on vacation in Sanya?"

Zhou Ze nodded and continued, "I need to rest now."

"Okay, I happen to have a few other patients, I'll come back to check on you tonight, and we can have a good chat."

The doctors and nurses left.

Zhou Ze lay in bed,

The old Daoist continued to munch on fruit.

"Where are they?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Actually, he wanted to ask, where's Yingying?

Opening his eyes,

With Yingying not by his side,

He really wasn't used to it.

"Huh, boss, didn't you tell me not to let them come over? I just sent them a red heart (like), reported that we're safe, and then turned off WeChat and my phone number as you instructed, and didn't contact them."

"When did I tell you to do that?"

"You were talking in your sleep last night, boss, telling me to do that."

The old Daoist had a serious expression on his face.

Zhou Ze licked his lips,

Okay, then.

He reached out,

And touched his head,

His head was wrapped in thick gauze,

Especially if he pressed lightly on the back of his head, he could still feel obvious pain.

No,

He usually taught Yingying to be careful when driving,

After all, you're a zombie, nothing will happen to you in a car accident, so you have to be even more careful to prevent causing harm to others due to carelessness.

But how did he get into a car accident and end up in the hospital?

And get injured so badly?

"Boss, don't panic, I have money here. When we were first sent to the hospital, we were lying in the hallway. After I woke up, I paid the bill and upgraded to a double private room, hehe."

Now, in regular hospitals, doctors rarely accept red envelopes (bribes), unless you have relatives or acquaintances working in the hospital as intermediaries, otherwise doctors really don't dare to accept this hot potato.

Some who accept it will also report it and transfer the money in the red envelope to your hospital deposit.

But with a little maneuvering, it's still possible to move from a bed in the hallway to a ward or to a better ward.

Zhou Ze didn't try to call out to the iron-headed simpleton again,

He probably understood,

The Bodhisattva was here,

And then,

He and the old Daoist were avoiding the Bodhisattva's detection in this way.

Anyway, the Bodhisattva couldn't really overturn the entire island of Hainan, there was nothing safer than hiding among ordinary people.

Having thought of this,

Zhou Ze was too lazy to bother anymore.

After a while, the old Daoist's dinner was delivered.

After lying down for two days, even if he was being infused with glucose, his body still needed to eat.

The old Daoist first opened the lunchbox and began to devour it, judging by the looks of it, this guy wasn't here to see a doctor, but to take a vacation, and he had a very good appetite.

Zhou Ze picked up a spoon,

And took a bite of rice,

The moment he put it in his mouth,

His expression suddenly changed,

He subconsciously groped around for something, only to remember that Yingying always kept the Banksia Flower oral liquid for him.

"Boss, why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking?"

Zhou Ze endured the great pain and swallowed the small mouthful of rice,

Then gave up,

Threw the spoon into the lunchbox,

And said:

"Old Daoist."

"What's the matter, boss?"

"Order me a plum juice."