Disease Name Immortal

"Others, I can't see it today. Xiao Xiangzi has to deal with several cases today. Xiao Shizi is the king's taxi, and guards the coach every step of the way."

"As for Xiao Baozi, are you picking up girls in your heart? You can only see my sister and me today, but it doesn't matter, I'm the ace, remember this."

Xu Manyu's coquettish attitude was about to overflow the screen.

"Be restrained." Liu Bing said in disgust.

"Tsk, you incompetent soldier, are you jealous that I am liked by younger brother Jiang?"

Ma Liang frowned. It felt like he was about to quarrel, so he immediately opened the topic:

"Does the coach have any other orders?"

Xu Manyu proudly raised her plump chest and stopped paying attention to Liu Bing:

"If the ward is successfully cleaned after three days, Xiao Shizi will come to pick up younger brother Jiang and go to see the coach. The coach will personally arrange tasks for younger brother Jiang."

Ma Liang and Liu Bing were both shocked.

By the head coach's side, there is no one else besides the clerks.

The name of this organization is very simple, it is called "chess".

Everyone in the chess organization has their own chess positions, and the division of labor is very clear.

It is for various chess positions.

And some important tasks are assigned by the soldiers.

They haven't seen the coach for a long time.

Since the coach went outside the sick city to explore the origin of the disease era and returned, it seems that the coach has contracted another strange disease.

He became very sleepy. At night, the coach would go to bed impatiently.

It seems that it always enters a sleep-waiting state before it gets dark.

They still remember that the last time they saw the coach, he sighed when he parted:

"The days are getting shorter and shorter..."

Since then, the coach has never appeared, and all tasks are assigned by the servants.

Only Shi, always guarding the head coach.

Xu Manyu said:

"I'm surprised. Although Younger Jiang is a rookie, his chess position may not be a pawn."

Of course, it was not easy for Xiaobing to see the coach, so Ma Liang looked at Jiang Bingshu suspiciously.

This kid, isn't this a new taxi?

Ginger disease tree thinks that it should not:

"Coach, does he know me?"

Although he is very adaptable, it does not mean that he does not think and accept without thinking.

Today's recruitment is obviously not a temporary initiative.

This organization seems to have observed itself for a long time.

But who would be interested in being a healthy person?

Xu Manyu shook his head:

"Judging from the coach's reaction, he shouldn't have seen you, but you are in the coach's dream."

"As for that dream, what's special about you, only you can know when you meet the coach."

"So, brother Jiang, try to survive the subway ward purification operation in three days."

"Although you purify the ward during the interview, that itself is a low-level ward.

"Don't underestimate the ward. We don't know what the next twisted rule will be."

In three days? It seems that only when you see the coach will you find out why.

Jiang Bingshu nodded, with some anticipation in his heart, but he was also very uneasy, for fear that the disease area would not be stopped by then.

In comparison, he was more worried about the terrible consequences of the spread of the disease.

"By the way, what kind of person is the coach? Is he tall, short, fat and thin? Is he male or female? Young or old?"

Xu Manyu's face was a little red, but the face of the royal sister showed a girlish shyness:

"The coach is a perfect person, you will know when you see him later."

…

…

The meeting is over soon. Xu Manyu is still in his heart, dealing with some things.

This "welcome" is essentially to let Jiang Bingshu and Ma Liang get to know each other.

In the next time, Liu Bing took Jiang Bingshu to familiarize himself with the environment.

The natural maturity level of Jiang Bingshu is not very high.

Liu Bing was only trying to get a glass of water, and with a swipe, soon, Jiang Bingshu had already started chatting with the old people.

What Uncle Wu, Aunt Liu, Aunt Zhang, Abo Liang... After a while, I became acquainted with these old people.

Liu Bing was messy in the wind, this person...doesn't he really have no social barriers?

Can you really accept any environment in seconds?

Later, Jiang Bingshu had already started to play chess with the old men, and he was very happy to kill.

He can more or less guess that these old men are not simple.

This chess and card room seems to be able to come in casually.

But obviously, the conversation between Ma Liang and Xu Manyu should not be listened to by anyone.

Based on this alone, Jiang Bingshu was convinced that he should have a good relationship with the elderly.

Liu Bing saw it, and couldn't tell how many times this was the first time she had a good impression of Jiang Bingshu.

A smile appeared on her cold face.

This new colleague is not bad.

…

…

At nightfall, the full day of the **** diseased tree is completed.

Have a deeper understanding of the disease, the disease area.

Seeing that the diseased **** tree was healthy, the old men did not persuade the diseased **** tree to be sick like those in the lung area.

On the contrary, they feel that the diseased **** tree should be kept healthy, but it has to keep a low profile and learn to camouflage.

"Once a certain disease of yours has hatched, it cannot be cured, it can only be controlled as appropriate. It will last a lifetime."

"And what kind of disease will hatch the disease, no one knows."

"Xiaoshu, listening to your uncle, it's good to be plain."

"If you get some strange disease, you will suffer for the rest of your life. What kind of ability? Once the novelty is over, what kind of ability is compared to a healthy body."

These insights, in the sick city, did not live to that age, even if they say it, it is difficult for people to understand.

Jiang Bingshu was only thoughtful, but did not accept it completely.

On the third floor of the Baichuan Chess and Cards Recreation Room, Liu Bing had already packed the room for him.

However, Jiang Bingshu did not live there, but returned to his residence.

No. 102, Jing Street, Lung District.

The disease incubator here is the No. 25 disease incubator, and the streets here are very familiar with **** trees.

Not far from the orphanage, he has an old house of his own.

It was left to him by the old monk. The old monk is one of the few relatives of Jiang Bingshu.

But it is not a blood relative in the true sense, but Jiang Bingshu regards it as his relative.

Because from childhood to adulthood, he was well cared for by each other.

However, not long ago, the old monk went on a long trip, saying that he was looking for relatives, so there is no news.

Jiang Bingshu lived next door to the old monk.

Looking back today, he experienced a failed interview and cleaning, and then successfully entered the ward and joined the chess organization.

But he still doesn't know what his chess position is.

Speaking of which, he discovered one thing. This organization, the chariots, horses, artillery, and strategists, each has only one.

It's like a mess.

So, which one of your chess positions should you complement?

With this question in mind, Jiang Bingshu gradually became sleepy.

Soon, he fell asleep.

…

…

The white fog shrouded, but even so, through the fog, you can see the huge tree shadow on the other side of the broken bridge.

Jiang Bingshu looked around and was no stranger.

"It's this dream again."

He often has such dreams. I was in a place shrouded in fog.

It looks like this place is some shattered wasteland.

There is nothing noteworthy around, he has explored many times in his dreams.

There are only two things worth paying attention to. One is the huge tree shadow at the end of the thick fog.

Can't see the slightest details, only the outline can be vaguely recognized, it is a giant tree.

The other is the broken bridge.

As usual, Jiang Bingshu started walking towards the bridge.

Every time this is the case, he will walk to the broken bridge and look at the other side of the bridge.

At that end, Jiang Bingshu always felt that someone was watching.

He guessed several times that that person... may be the owner of the voice in his head.

He has given many names to the owner of this voice, Ah Sheng, Jiang Xiaosheng, Mr. Voice, etc.

But he didn't see him in the dream.

Because that bridge... is too long.

And Mr. Voice's voice is very clean.

Every time I heard the voice, Jiang Bingshu felt a little kind.

I thought that this time, it would be the same as before, walking a few steps to the edge of the huge broken bridge.

But the **** sick tree soon found out that something was wrong.

"Wait, it's usually 1,490 steps, but today I walked 1,700 steps..."

He looked around, the fog was shrouded in thick fog, and it was hard to see anything.

But Jiang Bingshu knew very well that he had never been here before.

This place is my first time here! Excited, he started walking forward.

Finally, at the 3855th step, Jiang Bingshu saw the edge of the broken bridge.

"After taking so many steps, could this be the bridge... repairing?"

I still can't see anything on the opposite side. This bridge is really too long. Even after repairing the distance of several thousand steps, I still can't see the opposite side.

But the **** sick tree felt an unprecedented excitement.

For more than ten years, from a child to a young man, every time he dreamed, the position of the broken bridge from the starting point of the dream did not change.

He has always been curious in his heart why his dreams are so constant.

On the other side of the bridge, what is there?

For the first time, he found the bridge being repaired. Even if it's only partially repaired.

As long as anything changes, it is no longer a pool of stagnant water, and there is the possibility of success.

Jiang Bingshu hurriedly sat cross-legged, thinking about what he did today.

…

…

"It's the ward. You went to the ward today and repaired the ward."

"Unfortunately...you can't hear it now."

The boy's eyes were a little lonely.

On one side of the bridge, Jiang Bingshu sat cross-legged thinking about what happened today.

But he didn't know that on the other side of the bridge, his every move was watched by a clean and simple teenager.

The young man looked at Jiang Bingshu, with a bright smile in his amber-like eyes.

For more than ten years, Jiang Bingshu has been like another him. He was also given a lot of nicknames by Jiang Bingshu, and he quite liked the name Jiang Xiaosheng.

Just couldn't respond.

The teenager was trapped on the other side of the bridge, unable to go anywhere, like a prisoner.

But through the **** disease tree, he also saw a lot of novel things.

But only when Jiang Bingshu met some strange patients, he could only take a quick glance at the distant world called Bingcheng.

Trapped in such a barren place, one would naturally be lonely.

Fortunately, the teenager can occasionally talk to Jiang Bingshu.

In fact, he often talks to Jiang Bingshu to relieve his loneliness.

But the **** tree can't hear much.

Over time, he discovered some patterns.

The information that can be conveyed to the **** tree every day is limited.

In addition, even if it is limited, it does not mean that everything can be conveyed.

In fact, he is not the voice of "cherish words like gold" in Jiang Bingshu's eyes.

In fact, he also said a lot of nonsense. A life without nonsense is torture.

It's just a pity that those nonsense **** trees can't receive it.

In the end, the teenager found that only when he was teaching Jiang Bingshu science, Jiang Bingshu could hear his voice.

Until today, Jiang Bingshu has entered the disease area, and he found that he seems to be able to convey other content.

The desolate wind swept the thick fog and ruffled the boy's hair. He looked a little younger than the **** tree.

But those clear eyes occasionally have profound vicissitudes.

He stood in the broken wasteland and slowly looked into the distance.

How far is it from the end of the thick fog that cannot be reached by sight, from the other end of the bridge?

No one knows the answer.

But what happened today made the boy suddenly realize that this bridge... can be repaired.

You can also reach the other shore yourself, no longer trapped in the broken wasteland.

"Go to the disease area, **** disease tree, find as many disease areas as possible, and purify them, I will help you."

"One day, this broken long bridge will witness our meeting."

…

…

The morning light entered the dilapidated house, and when Jiang Bingshu opened his eyes, he felt that the sun was a little dazzling.

Another good weather.

After he simply washed and tidy up, he was about to go out when Liu Bing called.

"Where are you, I'll pick you up."

"What are you doing? You have a mission so early? Are there clues about the subway ward?"

"No, other things, I have to go to the liver area today, there is a case there."

Liu Bing received a message from Ma Liang in the morning that a deceased appeared in the liver area.

Ma Liang passed by overnight, and through the power of narcolepsy, he realized that something was wrong.

So early in the morning, he planned to let Liu Bing bring the sick **** tree to ask what was going on.

"what's the situation?"

"An office worker died and was bitten to death. At present, the murderer has escaped. However, the identity of the murderer has also been found out. He is a colleague with the deceased. We have to go to the murderer's house to ask about the situation. Ma Liang suspects that the murderer entered illegally. The magic word period."

"That is, he became a ghost. This time, the mission is not to be a domain doctor, but to kill a ghost."

Liu Bing said it very succinctly. This task is actually not difficult.

According to Ma Liang's feedback, the murderer's strength is very average, but when he bites, he doesn't let go, and when he loses control, he usually bites people to death.

With Liu Bing's strength, it is enough to deal with it easily.

Bringing Jiang Bingshu also hopes to let Jiang Bingshu know as much as possible before the subway incident in two days.

To put it simply, old employees bring new employees.

The **** tree frowned.

To bite a person to death... This is indeed not something normal people can do.

He remembered something bad.

He had an intuition that this matter might be complicated, but he still agreed:

"Okay, I'm in Jing Street, Lung District, near the orphanage."

Liu Bing did not hang up the phone:

"Well, by the way, I contacted me over there, and your identity has been arranged. There is something I need to tell you."

"What's up?"

"From today, you are no longer a healthy person."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jiang Bingshu didn't understand.

"In Sick City, people who are not sick are rare. Although it is not uncommon. But like you, who has never been sick, this is the only case. Once anything is too special, it will bring risks. "

Jiang Bingshu understood Liu Bing's voice.

"So...you want me to play the patient?"

"Yes, fortunately, since you were young, all the physical examinations were completed in the No. 25 disease incubator in the lung area, and all of them were the same pathogenic doctor. This pathogenic doctor will retire this year, and we will give him a sum of money. Enough for him to forget about your pension."

Krypton Jin changed his identity and belonged to yes, Jiang Bingshu complained in his heart.

Liu Bing continued on the phone:

"In a few days, you need to go to the No. 25 sickness incubator to complete a physical examination, and then he will write down your illness in your physical examination report."

"You've all made arrangements, so what do you say to me?"

Jiang Bingshu was in a complicated mood. He thought it was a healthy person who found a job based on his ability, but it turned out that he had to play the role of a patient in order to survive.

"To give you a sense of participation, Xiang and I have formulated several diseases that you may have based on your performance. You can choose one. Once you choose, you cannot change it."

"Which kind?"

"Prostatitis, kidney deficiency, and sympathetic cervical spondylosis. Originally, I wanted to join the socialist disorder. But we don't deserve to have mental illness."

Is social **** serious? Is this thing a mental illness? Am I this kind of person in your eyes?

Prostatitis, kidney deficiency... Can you have some diseases that make men look good?

There are too many pitfalls, and the **** tree can't spit it out. Liu Bing may have no plans to let him go:

"Well, which one are you going to choose? Should you choose kidney deficiency, this one is easy to play."

(It's another big chapter. It's too strong. It's not too much to ask for a ticket, right?)