Chapter 162 Sour Plum Juice

The food in the lunch box was already cold when the sour plum juice arrived.

Zhou Ze twisted open the bottle cap and poured the sour plum juice into his mouth.

Sour,

It was sour,

But unexpectedly, it was sweet within the sourness.

He finished it in one gulp.

Zhou Ze looked at the bottle in his hand with some bewilderment.

"Boss, this, are you not satisfied?"

The old Taoist had already finished his meal and was now watching his boss dine.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

This thing in his hand,

Did it even deserve to be called sour plum juice?

After a while,

Zhou Ze realized,

That's right,

Look at the orange juice drinks on the market for three yuan a bottle; buying an orange on the market costs more than three yuan, and juicing an orange only yields so little.

It was really difficult to demand how much real sour plum was contained in this sour plum juice.

After all,

Not every sour plum juice is called Xu Qinglang.

"Old Taoist."

"Yes, Boss."

"Help me buy a bottle of vinegar."

"Okay, Boss."

The old Taoist made a "got it" gesture.

Soon,

The delivery guy brought over a bottle of Zhenjiang vinegar.

Zhou Ze opened the bottle cap, and immediately, a strong vinegar smell began to permeate.

He looked up,

Tilted his head back,

"Glug glug glug..."

He directly drank half a bottle of vinegar in one go.

The old Taoist, lying on the bed next to him, controlled his urge to film it for TikTok.

Putting down the vinegar bottle,

Taking advantage of the churning in his stomach,

Zhou Ze picked up a spoon and began to quickly shovel rice into his mouth.

He devoured it like a whirlwind, wolfing it down.

This way of eating was not very healthy,

But it was the only thing Zhou Ze could do right now.

After eating,

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

Restraining the feeling of wanting to vomit.

After a long while,

He slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Heh,

He really had found the feeling of those years; just eating a meal was like fighting a war.

"Boss, how long do you think we'll have to lie here?"

"Listen carefully to what I say in my sleep next time."

"Uh... okay, Boss."

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and several orderlies wheeled in a hospital bed.

"What's going on?"

The old Taoist was a little dumbfounded.

"Adding a bed; we just got a special patient," a middle-aged orderly explained.

In fact, he was a little embarrassed when he said these words. Didn't he see that the nurses and doctors hadn't come over? Directly pushing the bed in was preparing them to take the blame.

This was considered a VIP ward. People who spent more money or pulled strings would naturally enjoy this kind of service. Directly adding a bed for them; it would be strange if they were satisfied.

But the old Taoist not only wasn't angry, but instead asked with concern:

"What kind of patient is it?"

"An act of courage; it seems some glass fell from a building and almost hit a child. Someone nearby acted bravely and carried the child away, but his own foot was cut by the glass.

There's no choice; please bear with it. The wards are tight right now. There might be TV reporters coming to interview him later; it wouldn't look good to put him in the hallway."

"Okay, okay, no problem, no problem."

"You're really easy to talk to, Old Brother, haha."

After the orderlies had arranged the bed, a nurse wheeled in a gurney.

The patient was wearing a black T-shirt, which was torn and looked a bit old.

His leg was wrapped tightly, and bloodstains could be seen seeping through the bandages.

"Sir, the patient's family isn't here; please keep an eye on him. If anything happens, please press the call button for him,"

The nurse said to the old Taoist.

"Okay, no problem."

The old Taoist agreed.

"Okay."

The nurses hung up the IV drip and left.

In the ward,

The original two people became three.

"Little brother?"

The old Taoist tried to call out to the "righteous man."

"Boss, he's not responding; has the anesthesia not worn off yet?"

"If it's just a leg injury, they would do at most a half-anesthesia during the surgery; he should be awake."

"Hey, he's really awake; he's opened his eyes."

The man opened his eyes, glanced at the old Taoist, didn't say anything, and then stared at the ceiling of the ward.

"Does it still hurt?"

The old Taoist activated his mode of asking about his well-being.

The man didn't speak.

"Do you want some water?"

The man continued to be silent.

"I have some sponge cake here."

The man closed his eyes.

The old Taoist gave up. He had thought he could find someone to chat with, but it seemed he was really a mute.

With this outsider lying here, he and the boss couldn't chat casually either.

The old Taoist turned on the TV and turned the volume down a bit.

About an hour later,

The ward door was pushed open.

Several reporters with cameras and microphones came in.

"Viewers, this is the one who today..."

The reporter introduced a lot with great emotion,

And then handed the microphone to the man,

"Mr. Di, can you tell us what you were thinking in your heart when the incident happened?"

The man was silent.

Silence,

Silence,

Silence,

"Okay, Mr. Di's words really moved us and let us know that there is true love in the world, and also true..."

The reporter babbled a lot more,

And then they all went out; they still had to interview the attending physician and so on.

The old Taoist reached out and took an orange from the bedside table, peeled it, and started eating it.

The man looked at the orange in the old Taoist's hand, lost in thought.

"Want a piece?"

The old Taoist asked.

The man continued to be silent.

The old Taoist shrugged; his injury wasn't that serious anyway. After he finished the orange, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee.

"Boss, do you need to use the restroom?"

The old Taoist, returning from relieving himself, asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Supported by the old Taoist, he got out of bed. When he reached the bathroom door, because there were handrails in the ward's bathroom, he didn't let the old Taoist accompany him inside.

After relieving himself,

Zhou Ze was again supported back to the hospital bed by the old Taoist.

The man's eyes were fixed on the old Taoist, staring at him so much that the old Taoist suddenly felt a little creeped out.

"Boss, what should we eat for dinner?"

It was already afternoon. If they wanted to eat something good, they really had to start ordering now.

"Just buy something from the hospital."

The hospital itself had a cafeteria. Although ordering from outside would allow them to eat something more elaborate, for Zhou Ze, who didn't have the River Lethe oral solution with him, eating anything was the same.

"Okay, good."

"Cough..."

The man made a sound.

The old Taoist turned his head, looked at the man, and showed a puzzled expression.

The man frowned slightly, seemingly struggling with something.

"Are you feeling unwell, little brother?"

The old Taoist asked with concern.

Although he was a bit isolated, he was still a righteous man who had saved someone; the old Taoist still respected him.

The man pursed his lips,

And didn't speak again.

The old Taoist was too lazy to ask any more questions, took out his phone, and started scrolling through TikTok.

"Hahahahahaha... don't laugh... hahahahaha..."

"Thump!"

The old Taoist was startled,

Turned his head to look at the next bed,

And found that the next bed was empty.

He lowered his head,

And saw that the silent brother had already fallen to the ground,

But he was still crawling forward with both hands.

"Oh dear, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

The old Taoist immediately got out of bed and helped him up.

The man's eyes were wandering.

Zhou Ze turned sideways, glanced at him, and said:

"Needs to go to the bathroom, right?"

"Hey, if you need to go to the bathroom, you should have said so earlier."

The old Taoist supported him and walked towards the bathroom.

This time, the other party didn't stubbornly refuse; he was willing to be supported by the old Taoist.

"Can you go in by yourself?"

The old Taoist asked.

The man nodded.

"Okay, then be careful, remember to grab the handrail."

The old Taoist helped him open the bathroom door.

The man went in.

The door was closed.

And then,

"Thump!"

"Oh, hell!" The old Taoist.

The old Taoist hurriedly tried to open the bathroom door,

But it wouldn't open.

"Damn, he even locked the door from the inside."

"Thump!"

Another sound of falling came from inside.

The old Taoist had no choice but to ram the door.

Fortunately, the lock wasn't very strong; it opened after a few rams. The man was lying on the bathroom tiles, looking a bit disheveled.

The old Taoist hurriedly helped him up again,

"Hey, how are your hands also injured?"

The old Taoist noticed that there were also obvious burn marks on the other party's hands. They had also been treated and bandaged before, but because his leg bandages were too obvious, they had been overlooked.

"I'll hold you up; you pee. We're all grown men, what's there to be shy about?"

The man reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Unbuckle,

Unbuckle,

Couldn't unbuckle it...

The old Taoist reached out to help him unbuckle his belt.

The man's face turned red.

"Brother, you need to see a urologist again; you have a split stream."

The man's face was completely red.

"That's not right; not only is it split, but you can't finish peeing."

The man's neck was red.

He let out a long sigh.

The old Taoist helped the man flush the toilet,

Still not forgetting to remind him:

"Eat more fruit later; your pee is too yellow."

The man was already numb, with a sense of hopelessness.

Helping the man back to the bed, the old Taoist was also covered in sweat from exhaustion. He lay on the bed and picked up water to drink.

The boss was injured now,

Even if the boss wasn't injured,

It was impossible to let the boss take him to the bathroom.

The old Taoist still had that much self-awareness,

These things,

He was the only one who could do them.

Fortunately, the old Taoist didn't consider himself a valuable person, nor did he think there was anything to it.

At this moment,

The ward door was pushed open.

"It's this room; Mr. Di, your family is here to see you."

The nurse shouted at the door, and then instructed:

"The patient's surgery was very successful; our hospital has waived all the fees for him. The reporters have already been here, and there should be government subsidies coming later; after all, he is an advanced model for saving people.

Oh right, the child's family called and said that the child was also frightened, but they will bring the child over tonight to thank their benefactor."

"Thank you."

"Okay, just call me if you need anything."

The nurse left.

Immediately afterwards,

A young man wearing worn clothes walked in.

Oh,

Right,

He was wearing a blue mask.