Chapter 1 Little Things

Xu Qinglang made some midnight snacks.

Boss Zhou, Lawyer An, and Feng Si'er sat together, shelling peanuts until three or four in the morning.

As the newcomer, Feng Si'er really wanted to say something to Zhou Ze to deepen his impression, and fortunately, Lawyer An was there as a lubricant, so the superior-subordinate relationship was fairly harmonious.

It's just that,

after waiting too long,

the person still hadn't arrived.

Zhou Ze wasn't planning on waiting anymore.

Yingying had long since gone upstairs to lie on the bed, warming up his cold sheets.

Now that the weather was getting warmer, it would be a pity if the cold sheets warmed up by accident.

After taking a shower, Zhou Ze went up to rest.

Lawyer An and Feng Si'er exchanged glances.

"Did we get stood up?"

Feng Si shook his head, guessing, "Maybe, I miscalculated the time it takes him to bathe Di Ting."

Lawyer An deeply agreed, "That's true, bathing Di Ting and scrubbing someone's back are quite different."

"Perhaps."

"Then you can just stay here tonight, sleep in the same room as me, it's been a long time since we slept together."

Feng Si agreed without even thinking:

"Okay."

……………

It was almost noon when the old Taoist finally got up.

Usually, he was the first to get up and open the bookstore, but he guessed that unblocking the toilet last night had consumed too much vital energy, so he slept so soundly that the sun was already high in the sky without him realizing it.

After washing up, the old Taoist walked down the stairs.

His legs were a little weak,

rather like the feeling of consoling a damsel seven or eight times in one afternoon.

Old, old,

really useless.

The old Taoist thought to himself.

Xu Qinglang was already sitting on the recliner, with a facial mask on his face, rocking back and forth;

rocking out the rhythm and luxury of twenty-odd houses, rocking out the low-keyness and connotation of twenty-odd houses.

"Old Xu, good morning."

The old Taoist yawned as he greeted.

"Let's have lunch together later," Xu Qinglang said.

These days, many people eat brunch.

That is, combining breakfast and lunch into one meal.

"Okay, good."

The old Taoist stretched his muscles on his own,

and asked with some curiosity:

"Where's the boss?"

Usually at this time, the boss should be lying on the sofa by the window, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee; this habit was even more solid than a rooster crowing at dawn.

"The pharmacy next door admitted someone with appendicitis, so the boss went to relive his youth."

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Appendicitis is just a minor surgery. Although acute appendicitis can really be life-threatening when it flares up, to be honest, its difficulty is probably only a little bit harder than circumcising.

But for Zhou Ze, that was enough. Surgery also requires a feel for things, and he hadn't performed many surgeries in the past few years, but cutting an appendix was more than enough.

He picked up the appendix on the tray with forceps and carefully examined it under the light.

What you see is an appendix,

but what you don't see is lost youth.

After the surgery, he habitually reminded the patient's family a few things to pay attention to, focusing on not drinking water or eating anything before the patient passed gas.

Anyway, glucose was constantly being administered, so nothing would happen.

After taking a shower in the pharmacy and changing back into his previous clothes, Zhou Ze walked out of the pharmacy. The sun was bright, shining on him, and Boss Zhou, who had just finished the surgery, suddenly felt a little dazed.

It was as if he was still a Doctor Zhou, as if he hadn't opened a bookstore that was actually losing money.

But life is life; you can look back, but the car continues to move forward.

The reason why people like to reminisce is because those things can only be reminisced.

Although Fangfang was pregnant, she was still working, but she also knew that being overweight was not good for childbirth, so she had been increasing her exercise lately.

For overweight people, getting them to exercise is really difficult, but as a mother, she certainly had more motivation.

At this moment, Fangfang had just returned from her walk and happened to run into Zhou Ze, who had just walked out of the pharmacy.

"Boss, I'm making lentil rice for lunch, should I send some over to you?"

Lentils are cooked with rice, along with some meat and a little seasoning, making lentil rice that is fragrant and not greasy.

You don't even need any side dishes, because it's both a meal and a dish.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

"Look at what you're saying."

"By the way, where is your husband stationed?"

This was considered a polite exchange.

"Oh, I don't know either. I asked him once, and he said it had to be kept secret."

Fangfang covered her mouth and smiled, without embarrassment, only pride.

Zhou Ze nodded, chatted with Fangfang for a while, and then returned to the bookstore.

At this time,

at an intersection with traffic lights not far from South Street, a car accident occurred.

The cause of the accident was simple: a foolhardy pedestrian who ran a red light ran into a driver who was rushing through a yellow light.

Then the car's front bumper and the flesh and blood had a close encounter.

In recent years, with the backlash of online public opinion, there have been fewer cases of pedestrians running red lights and being hit by cars being smoothed over, but the premise is that the car is not speeding.

A police car stopped in the intersection area, and a middle-aged policeman in uniform immediately controlled the car that caused the accident, because the car seemed to have a tendency to flee.

After controlling the car, the policeman held up his identification, signaling the driver to turn off the engine and get out of the car, but the driver refused, and the car was not turned off either.

The policeman directly chose to force the window open, very decisively;

the driver was so frightened that he shouted when the window was broken,

and the policeman smelled alcohol.

Generally speaking, there are more drunk drivers at night and fewer in the morning, but this person was obviously an exception.

For a time,

Old Zhang, who was in uniform, was a little speechless.

Drunk driving met someone running a red light,

could this be considered another way of fighting poison with poison?

After handcuffing the driver first and seeing that the traffic police car had arrived, Old Zhang shouted to the onlookers and went to carry the young man who had been hit while running the red light into his police car.

The police siren went off,

"Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh!"

The cars in front began to consciously avoid and make way.

Generally speaking, when encountering an ambulance, police car, or fire truck behind them, as long as they sound their sirens to prove that they are performing a task, the cars in front must unconditionally clear the way.

Old Zhang had just arrested a driver a while ago. This guy actually played a blocking role in front of a fire truck on a mission in the city three days ago, strutting around, twisting left and twisting right, just not letting the fire truck pass.

With the fire truck's dash cam as evidence, this guy was directly arrested, recorded a video to apologize and reflect to the people of the whole country, and then detained for half a month.

The young man in the back seat didn't seem to be too badly injured. At least Old Zhang didn't see him bleeding, but during a car accident, it's really not afraid of you being covered in blood and sitting there "Wah! Wah! Wah!" shouting. What's feared is you lying on the ground like a wooden man without saying a word.

Finally,

Old Zhang drove the car to the pharmacy on South Street,

and after sending in the patient,

Old Zhang made a call to the traffic police detachment. He would deal with some of the follow-up matters in the afternoon.

After tidying up his police uniform,

Old Zhang looked up at the midday sun,

Forward, forward, forward,

and pushed open the door of the bookstore.

The sunlight shone on Old Zhang's face at just the right angle, and the police badge shimmered.

"Oh, what a coincidence, you're eating."

Lunch had just been set on the bookstore's dining table, and everyone had just sat down.

This time, Old Zhang especially emphasized seriously, adding:

"I happened to be sending a car accident victim to the pharmacy next door for treatment, and I caught up, hehe."

As Old Zhang spoke, he sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks placed in front of him, and said with some surprise:

"What a coincidence, you even set out an extra set of bowls and chopsticks."

Xu Qinglang looked at Old Zhang with the eyes of an idiot. Usually he would just say "What a coincidence!" and sit down to eat, why was he talking so much today?

This was really not Old Zhang's fault,

it was rare to have a real "What a coincidence!" moment,

and he was quite excited.

The old Taoist, who was sitting next to Old Zhang, put a piece of steamed pork with rice flour in Old Zhang's bowl,

and said earnestly:

"Old Zhang."

"Hmm?"

"Next time you want to come for a meal, just come directly. Don't cause a car accident to people when they're doing well."

"............" Old Zhang.

Boss Zhou had a good appetite today, and Yingying was helping him peel shrimp next to him. They were river shrimp, and they were cooked very carefully, retaining the original flavor as much as possible. They weren't as fresh as seafood, but the meat was tender, and they didn't need too much seasoning. After peeling off the shell and removing the shrimp vein, they were delicious with a little vinegar.

After all, he had performed a surgery in the morning, and as long as people were active, their appetite would be very good.

Old Zhang buried his head in his rice for a long time before noticing that there was actually an unfamiliar old man sitting at the dining table.

The old man didn't conceal his aura,

but Old Zhang couldn't directly tell that this was Feng Si, who had led them on missions in Yangzhou before.

His body trembled,

but fortunately, he controlled it.

Since everyone could eat at the same table,

there couldn't be any danger.

Now, whenever Old Zhang recalled pointing at the female ghost and shouting: "Everyone, be careful, this is a ghost!" last night,

he felt particularly ashamed, and only felt that he was really a complete idiot at the time.

Feng Si'er sat at the table eating,

and like Yingying,

was peeling shrimp for Lawyer An.

…………

The pharmacy received the patient.

The patient had no breathing, no heartbeat, and no signs of life.

But because it was Old Zhang who sent him, even this patient who met the requirements of a "corpse" both in reality and in name was still pushed into the ward.

The pharmacy only had two wards, one specifically for people nearby to get IV drips, and it wasn't a good idea to put a "corpse" patient there, so another bed was added to the already crowded battery storage room.

The layout of the ward was like this: 一(勾薪)

1 (car accident patient) 一 (庆)

一 (Corpse Number One)

一 (Corpse Number Two)

Door.

It could only be said that the pharmacy was really influenced by the Late Night Bookstore, which led to the two doctors here actually keeping two corpses in the ward for a year, but they still didn't feel that there was anything wrong, which also paved the way for sending the third corpse into the ward.

After the doctors and nurses left and closed the ward door, Qing opened her eyes and looked at the new patient, anyway, his bed was right across from hers.

At this time,

the car accident corpse suddenly cried out with a "Wah!"

as if in a nightmare,

"Wah, my banana, my banana…………"

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I lit a cigarette and looked at Xiao Jiu lying next to me with his back to me. He was crying.

Did I hurt you?

No.

Then why are you crying?

The new book isn't doing very well.

What's the name of the book?

"I Killed Myself"