Chapter 1103

There are many people around taking photos and talking about one after another, because the position where the scaffold collapsed didn't hit the hospital office building, and didn't affect the main road with a large number of people in the hospital, just buried the flower bed on the west side with the MRI sign;

Zhou Ze was a little confused, when he rushed up to clean up the ruins, he deeply felt his weakness at this time.

When you are used to being a Hercules, you are used to cutting off all the hard things with your nails.

it makes you suddenly become an ordinary person.

especially when you are in trouble,

it is really difficult to adapt.

Fortunately, the first wave of rescue team is coming soon. It's the workers on the other side of the construction site.

We worked together to clear the ruins of the flower bed. Just after clearing the top one, there was a cry for help immediately. It was the old way.

After hearing the voice of Lao Dao,

boss Zhou sat directly on the ground and

Lao Dao was not dead.

As for Lao Dao who suffered multiple injuries or even lost his arm or leg, boss Zhou didn't care.

After all, Lao Dao is a master who can still comfort the elder sister after more than a year's notice of terminal cancer.

The workers and brothers soon saved Lao Dao. Lao Dao's sick clothes were too dirty to imagine. The old wounds on his face were not gone, and new ones were added.

Fortunately,

this is the hospital,

there is no need to call 120 ambulances, and there is a stretcher car to push forward to start treatment.

Zhou Ze went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face.

He didn't know whether the old way's cigarette smoking was buried, whether it was the counterattack from Bodhisattva, or another active sacrifice of the old way.

If it's the counterattack from Bodhisattva, this time the old way can be regarded as a thrill.

If it is another active sacrifice

Tut,

the last time the Taoist priest broke his nose in the bathroom, the Bodhisattva there was almost handled as a meat grinder by the elevator door;

how to deal with such a big battle?

Although people have always said that Bodhisattvas bless Bodhisattvas, there is no other saying,

call mud Bodhisattvas to cross the river

Out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze went to find the old way.

Lao Dao suffered many bruises of soft tissue all over his body, and his right arm was still fractured. Now he has been fixed with plaster.

Zhou Ze took over the old road from the doctor's hands. They helped each other, entered the elevator and went back to the ward.

At present,

this hospital can be said to be a chess board for the old Taoist and Bodhisattva. Every plant and tree in the hospital, even everyone, has become a chess board.

It's kind of like the drugstore next to the study. No matter how wonderful the guests are, the doctors and nurses in the drugstore are used to it.

It's like Qing's two little friends who have been lying in the drugstore for a year without heartbeat or breath, and the staff in the drugstore don't have any strange feelings.

Now, in this hospital, Zhou Ze feels the same way.

In terms of their identity,

this hospital seems to have a kind of "filter":

Oh, you're injured, come here, treat you. After treatment, go back to the ward.

As if the doctors and nurses in the hospital have become NPC by NPC, players can find them here to return blood after being injured.

"Ouch, boss, let's leave the hospital."

The old Taoist priest was sad and hung an arm, almost crying.

Zhou Ze didn't answer,

leaving the hospital at this time is to admit defeat,

and the consequence of admit defeat is to expose one's identity,

in the dark, the mist that covers two of them will disappear,

Bodhisattva will also perceive the existence of two of them.

If you can really eat 30% of what you did a year ago, go up and fight the Bodhisattva farmer three times,

Where can you still play the cause and effect game like this?

It's not that we can't play head-on now, just playing detour.

"Boss, I'm here to treat my injuries. I'm really afraid that I will have an accident in this hospital..."

The old man always has a stubborn thinking mode, that is to die on his own Kang. When Zhou Ze was a doctor in his last life, he did encounter a patient who was not a teenager. When his children didn't give up, he gave up asking for discharge and went home to lie in bed waiting for death.

Lao Dao is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die in this hospital.

Although Lao Dao didn't know that he was the main character in the game, he felt something wrong one after another.

"Hold on."Zhou Ze can only say that.

Lao Dao has a bitter face, and finally nods his head, although he really wants to ask the boss, what does he insist on?

"Mr. Xu, you haven't done your MRI today."

A nurse came to the ward to urge.

Zhou Ze nodded and indicated that he knew it. When he got out of bed and walked to the door of the ward,

stopped,

wanted to order something old,

but he felt that the layman didn't seem to have anything to command the top players,

didn't say anything at all,

left the ward.

Outside the MRI department, the cleaning work continues, but the normal work of the Department has been restored.

Boss Zhou doesn't care how to deal with the subsequent disputes and determine the responsibilities.

But as he passed through the ruins, he felt a little pity for the leaders of the hospital.

It's this hospital that suffers from the immortal fight. Don't end the fight. There's nothing left in this hospital.

Shaking his head, leaving aside other distractions, Zhou Ze went in and did an MRI. After that, he simply took the film and walked back to watch it.

In fact, this kind of film, even the doctor, really can understand the details in depth is not many, many times also see a general, of course, when you hold your film in front of your face, the doctor will definitely put out a "everything in control" Wolong style.

The problem is not very big. Boss Zhou is relieved. The rest of his injuries can be cured. The key lies in the damage of his knee meniscus. The problem is often very difficult.

Even after the operation is polished, it is easy to have problems again. Like toothache, it is very frustrating. At the same time, just like you need to eat and use teeth every day, normal people need to walk every day.

Ready to take the elevator back to the ward, Zhou Ze suddenly saw a lame figure in front of him.

Boss Zhou stopped at once, pretended to tie his shoes, turned over, and retreated to the corner.

The other side carried the meal from the canteen and entered the elevator.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ze got up and walked forward with the slippers in the ward.

When pressing the elevator button,

when waiting for the elevator,

Zhou Ze starts to calculate some methods in his mind,

for example,

since we are all ordinary people now, we must use ordinary people's thinking and operation mode,

ordinary people will buy murderers, right?

But this seems to be a little wrong;

there is a lot of money in the old way. Although Zhou Ze has never done the murder, he has been experienced.

But will this break the rules of the game?

Come on,

press down on this idea,

Zhou Ze thinks that the professional thing should be done by the professional person, and he should not help himself.

When the elevator door opened,

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment,

the lame man stood inside with a plastic spittoon in his hand.

Well

The lame man also saw Zhou Ze naturally.

"are you back? Yesterday morning the doctors and nurses were still looking for you. When did you leave the hospital? "

The lame man frowned slightly, as if he didn't like the warm greeting.

If the Taoist priest is here, he may respond to several syllables. It's all the relationship between carrying a gun.

But in the face of Zhou Ze, he just walked out indifferently with a plastic spittoon.

Zhou Ze walked into the elevator, and when the elevator door was closed,

Zhou Ze bit his lips.

Every time you meet someone in a hospital, it increases the risk of detection.

After all, they should know by now that the person they are looking for is in this hospital.

He and Lao Dao have the same ward relationship with them. If they meet again and again, they will not be suspected of them.

The elevator door opened and Zhou Ze returned to his ward.

Lao Dao was still groaning in the hospital bed, with a very painful look.

"Boss, you come back."

"Well."

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, first put one in the old Taoist's mouth, lit it for him, and then went to the window by himself, and also lit one.

"Hey, hey, play for me, play for me."

"No, I play, I play."

In the next ward, the two children seem to be robbing a video game machine. The monkey in the study has a similar video game machine. When Zhou Ze is bored, he snatches it from the monkey to play Xinglu Valley for a while.

It's heavy.

"Play for me, play for a while."

"No, I play. I play. If I don't give it to you, I won't give it to you.""Cheng Cheng, play for my brother for a while. Don't be stingy."

"No, no, don't give, don't rob, don't rob!"

At the next window, a little boy reached out of the window holding the game machine with his hands to prevent another child from robbing the game machine. The other child was still fighting.

Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring and is about to turn back to the hospital bed when he hears a scream from the child next door:

"ah, it's gone!"

Zhou Ze looked down and saw that

the game machine fell down. People who have a little knowledge of physics know what kind of dangerous situation it is when falling objects hit people.

What's more,

this game machine really has a lot of weight.

Game consoles start to fall,

fall,

fall,

fall

Zhou Ze saw a man with a limp leg and a brand-new plastic spittoon passing by.

"Bang!"

"Pa!"

The game machine just hit each other's head vertically.

The lame man's head is equivalent to being severely hit by a brick, which directly opens the ladle;

the body turns half a circle aimlessly in place,

then he collapses on the ground, motionless.

HeadShot！

Zhou Ze silently took another puff of smoke,

turned around,

looked at the old path with plaster fixed on his eyes and hands, lying on the bed and smoking his cigarette.

In the case that Lao Dao was a little suspicious and confused,

Zhou Ze said:

"well done."