Invincible Celestial Master System

Liao Le walked to the door of the ward with the medicine bowl in his hand, and looked at Chen Fan who was standing at the door, "Mr. Chen, why don't you go in and sit down?"

"The bean sprouts are vomited, and the smell is a bit strong. I'll go in after you clean up."

Liao Le: "..."

She wanted to say that as a doctor, one should not despise one's own patients.

He opened his mouth, thinking that Chen Fan was not a doctor, nor a doctor from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so he silently shut up and went in to clean up.

As soon as he entered, he saw Dou Ya standing beside the bed propping up the head of the bed.

She quickly put the medicine bowl on the cabinet, and ran to Dou Ya to support him, "What are you doing when you get up, you need to rest more for a concussion, go back and lie down."

Dou Ya's ears were hot, and he took a peek at Liao Le. Seeing her red eyes, doubts flashed in his mind, and he stammered, "I, I... think about it and clean it up."

Liao Le forced Dou Ya to sit on the bed, "You don't need to worry about these things, don't you still have me, take care of your wounds!"

"No need, I can clean it myself." Dou Ya waved his hands again and again, and his face also turned red.

Seeing Dou Ya like this, Liao Le smiled, "Okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, this is a normal phenomenon of concussion, we are all medical students, it's not that we don't know."

"Go, go and lie down on the side. If you are throwing yourself up, you will be sorry for me."

Hearing this, Dou Ya could only return to the bed obediently, his eyes following Liao Le's figure.

After cleaning up, Liao Le washed his hands and gave Song Lao medicine.

Just finished the medicine.

Chen Fan came in.

Behind him, Ba Zhiyi followed.

Ba Zhiyi came to inquire about the situation. He already understood the cause and effect from Tang Zhuo's narrative, but he still needed to confirm with the person involved.

"Miss Liao, I'm Ba Zhiyi, the investigator leader who led the team this time."

Liao Le quickly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, "Hello Captain Ba, have those people been arrested?"

Ba Zhiyi nodded, "We have already arrested those people. I came here to ask about what happened, and you... don't know if it's convenient or not."

Liao Le took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"The dean wants to ban our TCM department and send people over to deliver instruments. Mr. Song won't let them in, so they barge in and beat Mr. Song."

"We went to stop people, and we were beaten by them as soon as we got there. Dou Ya, Yang Lisen, and Lu Xueming were almost beaten to death, and they even... put me..." Liao Le's nose sore, his voice became choked, Some can't go on.

What happened just now was really terrible, if it wasn't for Chen Fan...she would have been ruined long ago.

Dou Ya, who was lying on the bed, froze when he heard this, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Liao Le in disbelief.

What happened when he was in a coma before?
What happened to Liao Le?
Just like that, she was talking to herself with a smile just now, taking care of herself...

Thinking of seeing Liao Le's red eyes just now, he thought she was crying because of fear, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen to her.

Ba Zhiyi didn't urge her, and waited for her to calm down by herself.

After a long while, Liao Le raised his head slowly, "They beat me and took me into the room. Fortunately, Mr. Chen came to rescue me."

"When I came out, I saw someone holding a knife to kill Mr. Song. Mr. Chen hurt that person in a hurry."

Ba Zhiyi nodded, and glanced at the other people on the hospital bed, "Well, when they get better, we'll come over to inquire. Let's do it today."

Liao Le nodded, and was about to get up to see Ba ​​Zhiyi off when he was stopped by Chen Fan, "Mr. Song should be waking up soon, you should take care of him here." After a pause, "It's best to prepare something to follow, so that you don't vomit again Everywhere."

Liao Le: "..." Co-author, you treat me as a cleaner who picks up vomit?
So angry!
With the distraction of anger, Liao Le's mood improved slightly.

Chen Fan sent Ba Zhiyi out of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and then asked, "Have the identities of those people been investigated?"

Ba Zhiyi nodded, "They are a group of vicious fugitives, everyone has their names on their hands. If it weren't for General Chen, there might be a few more innocent people killed today."

Chen Fan frowned, "Didn't the relevant departments notice anything when they came in?"

"It's not that no one found them, but the person who found them died."

Ba Zhiyi exuded a gloomy aura, "The five members of the family who were on duty the night before yesterday were killed by them. Their child... was only three years old. Those beasts were thrown into the wine jar and drowned."

Chen Fan once again regretted that he had acted lightly.

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When Chen Fan returned to the ward, Song Rui and the others were already awake.

Liao Le hurriedly poured water for them and asked them what was wrong.

They looked at Liao Le with worried faces.

Maybe they experienced life and death together, and their relationship seems to be better.

Chen Fan knocked on the door before walking in.

Elder Song saw that Chen Fan was about to get up, but Liao Le quickly pushed him down.

"Mr. Song, I just finished packing, so you can let me rest for a while, Mr. Chen won't mind."

Elder Song glared at Liao Le in embarrassment, "I was in a hurry just now..."

"Yes, so you lie down and don't worry anymore."

Lu Xueming in the next ward couldn't help laughing.

Elder Song blushed, stopped arguing with them, and looked at Chen Fan, "Thank you for today's matter, if it weren't for you, we..."

"You're right, even if I try my best to maintain the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it's useless, because my stubbornness almost hurt everyone. This matter is my fault, and I'm sorry for everyone..."

This was said to Chen Fan, and also to other people in the ward.

When they heard Mr. Song's words, they couldn't help but their eyes turned red.

Yang Lisen on the far side sniffed, "Mr. Song, what are you talking about? You didn't force us out."

"The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is not only for you, but also for all of us!"

Just as Dou Ya was about to nod, remembering his situation, he quickly said, "Yes, this is just like our home!"

Lu Xueming also responded from the side, "That's true, what's wrong with us protecting our own home?"

"Besides, I'm a descendant of Lu Zhishen. Our old Lu family members are all heroes, so we can't lose our reputation in my generation."

Liao Le smiled and handed him a glass of water, "You better stop talking, Lu Zhishen is a monk, where can I get a wife."

Lu Xueming poked his neck, "He is Monk Hua, and Monk 'Hua' can naturally marry a wife."

Lao Song threw the pillow behind him angrily, and his brain became dizzy from the excessive force.

He waited for a long time before he opened his mouth angrily.

"Your Chinese language is taught by the physical education teacher? Who told you that Monk Hua belonged to Monk 'Hua'? You tell me, see if the old man doesn't beat him to death!"

"Lu Zhishen called Monk Hua not because he likes women, but because he has flowers on his back, so he was called Monk Hua!"

Lu Xueming touched his nose, lay back on the bed and stopped talking.

Anyway, the flower monk is the flower-picking monk, that's what I think, no one can say it's not easy.

But he didn't dare to tell Mr. Song that this was his own idea, he was afraid of being beaten to death by Mr. Song.