Chapter 1227

When Lin Sanjiu walked up alone, fifty Ming looked back at her.

She stood a few meters away with low eyebrows and eyes, silent, and looked unimpressive with the candy she had just eaten. As expected, the ugly old man didn't recognize her. However, as soon as he saw someone near the toll office, fifty Ming turned slightly and defensively, half towards Lin Sanjiu, reduced his voice a little, and continued to shout at NPC, "this is a hospital!"

"Yes, so you know,"

Wei Xing had already been removed from the counter, and the room was restored to its original state. It was impossible to see that two NPC had died here. A new NPC picked between his fingernails and said without lifting his eyes, "we are a hospital, not a Frankenstein laboratory."

"But," Fifty Ming waved his hand distraught, as if to break each other's words: "you can ask him to come back to life even if there is no empty skin bag left with any organs - what's the difference between this and my request?"

The ugly old man was wearing a pullover at this time, which covered his bulging stomach loosely, and there was nothing abnormal in his body; It's hard for anyone to imagine that his back waist was cut and his spine was artificially extended, even down to his calf. So far, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but want to shiver when he remembered that appearance.

"The difference is big," NPC raised his eyes from his fingernails and scanned his waist. "We can put organs and blood into empty skin bags, but do we have to have a skin bag? You have only one head left. Where can we get you a body!"

Only one head left?

Fifty Ming wiped his face, as if to be angry, as if to cry. He looked at least fifty or sixty years old, and it was likely that he had not shed tears for decades; When that old and ugly face suddenly vibrated, somehow, it was far more powerful than the tears of a young man.

He stabilized his mood, his voice weakened, as if begging: "think about it, is there any other way, i... she is my sister, I can't just lose my sister..."

Lin Sanjiu looked down at his toes, a little understood, but also more confused. There is no doubt that fifty Ming got the last complete body part left by fifty fan - that is, her head - and was trying to find a way to revive her in the hospital at this time; But the ensuing doubts were so thick that she could hardly breathe.

When she left, fifty Ming had no action ability, and could not even be called a person. Lin Sanjiu was not proud of her behavior, and she had no choice at that time - but anyway, fifty Ming was closer to an abused object than a person at that time.

In such a state, how can he survive, come to the toll office, reinstall his organs, heal his wounds... And even get the 50 sail head that should have been locked in the room?

"You don't have to worry about counting," Fifty Ming said, bending up unconsciously; It seemed that someone had dug out a wound in his stomach, and he had to curl up to protect it: "I... even if I fight this life, I will get enough organs... As long as, as long as you can think of a way to save my sister..."

The conversation in the next few minutes is completely repeated. NPC has repeatedly said that people are dead and there is only one head left. They have no choice but to let it rot slowly; Fifty Ming, however, seemed suddenly unable to understand the language, turned a deaf ear, and kept asking the same question in a different way - and that was his sister, his family, he couldn't let her go, he couldn't be alone.

Lin Sanjiu didn't listen any longer, turned and walked back to the small turning road where Bohemia and the great witch were hiding.

"I don't understand," when she repeated what she heard, Bohemia really raised the same doubts. "Impossible," she said several times in a row, "in that case, he is basically like a dead man! There are volunteers in this hospital? Specialized in rescuing the dead and healing the wounded?"

It's too time-consuming to tell the great witch everything from the beginning. Besides, the great witch probably won't know the answer. Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppet master's body still under the cloth and sighed, "it doesn't matter if he comes back to life. If he thinks we killed fifty sails and dares to revenge us, it's even if he's unlucky."

Now the most important thing is to recover the puppet master's body, pay off the debts of several people, and then draw a lottery to win the task goal.

When fifty Ming finally gave up, he looked as if he had forgotten how to walk. Walking, he suddenly stumbled and found his balance again. Several people stood in the dark, watching him go far all the way, and they didn't know what it was like in their hearts.

"What do you think is going on?" after confirming the surrounding security, when several people walked to the toll office, Bohemia whispered, "I think if I had a conflict with him, even if I killed the ugly old man, I wouldn't feel strange in my heart. But his sister died, and looking at him like that, I feel strange..."

That's called compassion -- Lin Sanjiu didn't say this, but just reached out and touched her head, whispered: "... Just in case, cover your face and stand behind us."

Bohemia nodded, and her hairy curls scratched the palm of her hand.

The big witch commanded the Puppeteer's body, and her actions were inevitably stiff and clumsy, and her knees crashed into the counter with a bang. Lin Sanjiu quickly held his back and said to NPC, "he needs surgery - is it in this place?"

"At the toll office, how can I operate on you?" the male NPC seemed uncomfortable without taking the opportunity to teach others a few words. "But after paying the ward fee and operation fee here, I can arrange for you. When it's time, the doctor will come... Ah, you should have been in ICU?"

Lin Sanjiu was worried - the great witch simply told her that the so-called ICU was full of "glass tubes", which were so sealed that patients were not allowed to go out. Otherwise, Lin Sanjiu destroyed several corridors at that time, shook the nearby ICU, and made the "glass pipe" shake out of place and fall open on the ground. I'm afraid she still can't get out now.

The two eyes of the male NPC were motionless and aimed at Lin Sanjiu. Now that the hospital has restored order, how to explain what happened in the previous chaos, but should not have happened, and let NPC believe, has become crucial.

"I..." Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered that the Puppeteer's admission registration form mentioned a sentence, and immediately had an idea: "Oh, I'm his family. I asked him to move out, ICU is too expensive."

The male NPC digested this sentence for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

"Family?" He asked again.

Lin Sanjiu blurted out his answer.

"Niece," she said, putting the Puppeteer's arm on the counter, "I'm his niece."

"Why are all the patients related this time?" NPC seemed to believe it, muttered and received the points of the puppet master, and was surprised: "Yo? He actually has so many? Your niece can take care of her elders."

Yes, yes. Lin Sanjiu nodded like a pound of garlic - Bohemia looked at her as if she were looking at a dead man.

"OK," NPC finished his work and patted the counter, "go back to his ward and wait. The surgeon will be there soon!"