Chapter 270 (1/2)
The sunshine in the morning brings the warmth and beauty at the beginning of the day.
On the first floor of the bookstore, near the window,
for the first time, no one is lying there,
there is no coffee or tea on the tea table that is bound to appear in the past at this time,
there is not a well pressed newspaper lying there,
there is not an old man in a Taoist robe looking at the video and watching the long legs on the aerobics with his hips cocked while following No man who looks better than a woman sits there to do morning wake-up care for his skin,
no maid who comes and goes back and forth busy,
no cute tickling ”tickle” tickle ”,
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There seems to be something missing in this bookstore.
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On the other hand,
boss Zhou is very busy,
very, very busy,
his salt fish life needs to stop for a while, which is not to say that he is motivated to work hard, but because since that night, his bookstore has almost become a light commander of him.
Oh,
No,
and a little monkey.
After a long time of wearing a white coat and a slightly rusty scalpel, boss Zhou carefully helped the old Taoist to repair the wound and replace the bandage.
There are several fractures and serious injuries in the old Taoist. Although there are monkeys with mud to survive, the treatment of other injuries is also complicated.
Fortunately, although boss Zhou has been absent from battle for a long time, he was also an excellent surgeon in his last life. With him personally in charge of treatment, the problem is not very big.
Lao Dao has already woken up. He immediately went to sleep after waking up a while ago. It's very important to sleep when his body needs to recover. Sometimes when Lao Dao wakes up in the middle of the night in pain, the little monkey runs to give him some water or some small fruit to eat.
When Zhou Ze changed his dressing today, Lao Dao was awake. It seems that he has recovered well.
The old Taoist priest has always regarded the little monkey as his grandson, and the monkey also pays back. At least, the old Taoist priest feels that he has someone to serve and accompany him when he is sick.
Well,
in addition, Zhou Ze has answered several calls for Lao Dao recently. They are all from students or parents in the mountains funded by Lao Dao. He asked Lao Dao why the funding fee hasn't arrived this month. After Zhou Ze received it several times, he simply shut down the phone.
Old Xu lies in the bed of the room and is infusing fluid. His skin injury is not much, but some organs in his body have suffered different degrees of damage. To a large extent, this damage is irreversible. At least modern medicine has no way to actively repair and restore it.
For his problem, Zhou Ze only took the conservative treatment way, everything will wait until he wakes up.
The dead waiter was placed in a glass container. He was wriggling around himself. Zhou zedao didn't worry about him. When he passed by, he took a bottle of glucose and poured half of it down for him. He watched the meat pieces wriggling and squeezing each other, which really made people feel numb.
Fortunately, boss Zhou is used to it. He drinks the rest half bottle of glucose while walking. Even after a week, Zhou is not used to working in the morning.
The ward of the white warbler is the most exquisite. The furnishings inside have also been rearranged. The theme is pink, and there are many thousand paper cranes and other things hanging on it.
For him, it is not necessary to carry out any operation or other treatment. Modern medicine teaches people how to treat people's problems, but there is no subject of zombie treatment.
Put down the glucose bottle, Zhou Ze sat down beside the white warbler. His nails grew a little bit and began to massage her.
Only her fingernails can stimulate her. It's a little like acupuncture. Ordinary massage doesn't even tickle her.
The massage lasted for about 40 minutes, and Zhou Ze's forehead was full of sweat. Now he helped Bai Yingying to cover his quilt and went downstairs to the bathroom to take a bath.
Zhou Ze, who had changed clothes, came up with a towel and a plastic basin, and went back to Bai Yingying's bedroom. He first took off her clothes, and then wiped her with a towel dipped in hot water.
In the past, Bai Yingying helped herself to do all this. This time, it was her turn to do it for her.
The injury of Yingying is recovered at least from the outside, but the internal injury and the loss of vitality are enormous.
To this end, Zhou Ze can only hold her every night when she goes to bed, and try to pass on some more evil spirit to her, but I don't know how. She hasn't succeeded for several consecutive nights.
The girl's body is very beautiful, like a work of art from the creator. Boss Zhou is not Liu Xiahui either. It's fake to say that he doesn't care at all, but he can also restrain some blind thoughts in her heart and finish the work that should be done.Every patient, one day patrol on both sides, and after that, it's already afternoon. Boss Zhou really has a feeling of returning to work in the hospital.
What's more, it's a good feeling to go back to the old business. Zhou Ze even thought about whether to open a clinic in the future?
Go back to the first floor, pour a glass of ice water, drink it slowly, half lie down and have a rest.
A taxi stopped outside the door, and little Lori jumped down from it and walked into the bookstore.
This time,
Zhou Ze is in charge of looking after the patient, and the task of investigating the old man's affairs is entrusted to Xiong Luoli.
As for the body of the old man's ”pee cow ball”, Zhou Ze left several pieces of meat as specimens, which were directly cremated. He could not leave a complete body for the old man again. In case of any more moths, he would be in trouble.
”What do you find?”
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette and puffed out a cigarette ring.
”It's the same as before. The old man has already died, and his account has been closed. I also visited some old people, and they can confirm this.
As for whether to borrow identity or not, although the old man has no direct descendants, I found one of his nephew's generation, extracted DNA from the bits of meat you left, and compared them, proving that there is indeed a blood relationship between them. ”
”So it's not identity, it's really him?”
”Yes.”
”That's interesting. A great metaphysical figure, with his previous identity card, has had a well-documented first half of his life. What is the purpose of this arrangement?”
”I don't know either.”
At this time, the little monkey suddenly ran down from the upstairs, grabbed Zhou Ze's clothes and began to ”squeak” and cried.
”What's the matter?” Zhou Ze asked.
The little monkey kept pulling Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded, followed the little monkey to the second floor, and entered the room where the old road was.
At this time, Lao Dao opened his eyes and looked OK. Seeing Zhou Ze coming in, Lao Dao said solemnly: