Please follow the doctor's advice

Shiroyasu went upstairs holding one of the guard's hair with two fingers.

Unlike their slightly idle offices, the General Administration has a lot of rules, requiring all personnel to wear job uniforms to work, so the hairstyle of the security officer is the popular "everyone shaves each other with a clipper" popular in the bureau. Hair style, anyway, no one can see it with a big cap.

His hair was too short, and he pinched it extremely carefully when going up the stairs in Baiwulu, keeping his hands in front of his eyes, for fear that if he didn't pay attention to this small section of hair, it would be blown away by the wind.

Although he had no idea what the security officer was trying to convey by asking him to hand over this hair to the director, but the official rank was overwhelming, and he had to obey the security officer's words both emotionally and rationally, let alone just asking him to go up a few flights of stairs to deliver the hair to the chief. A thing to run an errand?

I have been to the General Administration dozens of times, and this is the first time I have entered the director's office.Bai Wutu was used to living in broken houses and broken doors in the office. He had only heard of the craft of "enamel", but had never seen it. I was afraid that I would not be able to recognize which vase was "enamel". How embarrassing would it be to find them after touching them one by one?

He opened the door and entered the room, ready to polish his eyes to look for the legendary enamel vase. When he looked up...there are dozens of grids in the entire Bogu, only one grid is a yellow and blue jar with gold silk, and the others are all. It is empty, but there are a row of ornamental ornaments, various vases, and porcelain on the ground in the corner next to it.

Bai Wutu: "..." There is no difficulty at all!

He stepped forward to turn the jar, and the west wall slowly turned a 90-degree angle around an axis. The sofa and the wall seemed to be connected together, and he walked in from the other side smoothly.

"Director Zheng?" This "no one knows" dark room is arranged like a huge suite, with a hall within a hall, and there are several doors in each room.Bai Wutu looked at it and asked, "Director, where are you?"

"Go right..." Zheng Fuhu's voice came from a certain door, and it sounded a little weaker than usual, "Go ahead, turn left, by the way, open the door and come in."

Zheng Fuhu was half sitting and half lying on the head of the bed, his lips were a little pale, his eyes lost the sharp aura that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts at any time, he took a hard look at Bai Wutu, and then he closed his eyes and leaned against the pillow behind him .

The buttons of his shirt on his chest were unbuttoned, and through the gaps, he could vaguely see the layers of gauze wrapped around his shoulders and chest.

Almost all the deadly parts of a person are concentrated in this one place, and it seems that the injury is not serious.Bai Wutu asked himself that he still hated him, but faced with his unlucky appearance like a tiger falling in Pingyang and a dragon losing water, he was a little embarrassed to show his dislike on his face—after all, Bureau Zheng's top-secret missions were most likely illegal When monsters fight against each other, the enemy's enemy is my friend. Based on this, Zheng Ju is naturally his own.

He quickly scanned around the room, but found nothing like a periscope, and asked curiously, "Director Zheng, how do you know how many steps I've taken and where should I go?"

Zheng Fuhu probably exhausted his strength when he raised his voice to guide him, and now his voice is so soft that he seems to die at any time: "Listen."

How does this sound?Bai Wutu bared his teeth and secretly made a grimace.There is a layer of carpet on the floor of the outer room, and the footsteps of people walking up are very small, let alone distinguishing the location, it is difficult to detect whether someone has come in or not.He guessed that Ju Zheng was unwilling to say more or didn't have the energy to elaborate, so he directly explained his purpose: "I met your security officer at the door of the conference room, and he said that he was seriously injured and had to go to the military doctor for treatment immediately, so Ask me to bring you a token."

After talking about this call, even Bai Wutu himself felt a bit far-fetched - Zheng Fuhu's security officer was obviously stronger than a cow, his tall horse was as loud as a bell, and his fingers didn't have a bit of skin, so he didn't look like he was seriously injured.In order to prove that he was not daydreaming and hysterical, he stretched out his hand, hoping that Ju Zheng could discern his subordinate's hair clearly: "This is it."

Zheng Fuhu said "hmm" without opening his eyes: "Lost it."

Bai Wutu didn't know what charade the two of them were playing, anyway, it wasn't something he could ask, he was very self-aware.So he threw his hair into the trash can, and said goodbye without any emotion: "Oh, then I'll go first, Zheng Ju, take a good rest and recover soon, brothers are thinking of you!"

Zheng Fuhu opened his eyes and looked at him again after hearing the sound: "Who cares about me?"

Bai Wutu: "..." Then I wish you a lot of money during the New Year, do you still have to ask me where I can get rich?

He was quick to get wise: "We are all thinking about it! You are not here in the morning, and everyone asks each other, right? When you are not here, you feel that something is missing..."

He really can't make it up anymore, it's almost done, right?In the morning, everyone was discussing buns in the canteen of the General Administration!

"Really? Got it." Zheng Fuhu's mouth curled as if there was no place, and he barely sat up, his left arm was obviously unable to bear the force and hung under the thin quilt, "Pour me a glass of water."

The cup and the kettle were right beside the bed, and Bai Wutuquan took care of his comrade, so he took a cup for him.

Zheng Fuhu frowned and sipped for a while, at best he drank a spoonful, put down his cup and said, "There is an iron can in the cabinet under the bedside table, please take it out for me... yes, that one Big jar, open."

Baiwutu saw that Zheng Ju seemed to be confessing his last words, so he had to do it honestly, lest he would not be able to raise his voice and put his braids in front of him-there were only two of them in the room, and one of them died in front of him. Reasoning?

As soon as the tin can was opened, a sweet smell rushed over, so fragrant that Baiwutu couldn't even smell what it was!

It is sweet and fragrant, but sugar does not have such a fragrance, and pork does not have such a sweet taste. What is this?

"It's all fruit candies and chocolates brought back by colleagues who went abroad. I don't eat much. You grab a few and put them in your pocket, and share them with the people in your office." Zheng Fuhu signaled that he is not polite. "The grassroots workers visit and investigate every day. ,Thanks a lot."

Bai Wutu blushed, holding his breath and trying to resist the erosion of this sweet taste: "No, no, no, Zheng Ju, that's all my business. You keep these and eat slowly, I won't take them, I won't take it."

He came to report the letter, but the recipient of the letter was a wounded person. He came here empty-handed. How could he have the nerve to take away his things again?Isn't this taking advantage of the fire and plucking the wild goose?

Zheng Fuhu's eyes were about to close again, and he said weakly: "Take it, take more, and go back to that little Liu in your house, don't you always eat other people's food?"

Bai Wutu was shocked!When did Comrade Xiao Liu become so cynical?Speak ill of him in front of the leader while he is out for a meeting?This kind of behavior of collaborating with the enemy and treason obviously owes ideological education!

He was so angry that he gave her candy?Bai Wutu sneered: "Hehe, she won't eat!"

Zheng Fuhu's eyes finally closed slowly as if the oil was exhausted, and he still insisted on letting him take it away: "Then you take it and eat it yourself. I have a trauma on my body. The doctor said that there is something in the chocolate. The patient eats it. The wound has healed, and it’s a waste to let it go bad in my place. Look for cloth bags in the house, and take them all away, the bucket is too big for you to hold.”

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he seemed to say that he could fall asleep.Bai Wutu shook his hand twice in front of him, and then looked down after confirming that there was no response.

Baiwutu's family background is average, neither too rich nor too poor, and now that he has a salary, he has a little spare money, but imported chocolates are not easy to see in their small place. What I got was the fruit candies wrapped in colorful sugar wrappers. As soon as I smelled them, I knew it didn't taste the same as the candies sold outside!

The price of this jar of sugar alone is at least more than a month's salary for him!

Looking at the sugar jar, Bai Wutu felt mixed feelings.Although their names secretly clashed, they were all given by their parents and elders, so it was not the fault of Bureau Zheng.Zheng Ju didn't do anything bad to him, but he himself scolded him by name and surname in front of several people for no reason. Apologies in advance.

Later, they helped him work all night, not to mention, and now they are rushing to import chocolates for him. If this is left to others, although it is not a life-and-death friendship, it must be considered a good buddy.

Bai Wutu was in a very bad mood, he quietly peeled off a piece of chocolate, thinking that if there was no poison in the candy, then he would plead guilty to Zheng Ju the next time we meet again.

Unlike those sugar lumps sold outside that are covered with a layer of flour, chocolate is almost soft in the mouth, and it melts in a short while, and it has a lot of taste that sugar lumps do not have, even sweeter than white sugar-no poison, only sweet , fragrant and sweet.

Bai Wutu smacked his lips and knew he was wrong, the previous emotions were caused by him making trouble for no reason.He lightly covered the box and put it back to its original place, ready to leave the place and let the wounded have a good rest.

As soon as he went out, he was immediately dumbfounded - why did the wall close by itself?And at this moment, he just wanted to go to the bathroom!

Bai Wutu was so anxious that he jumped around with his legs crossed, touched this and that, and touched all the furnishings near the wall, but he couldn't find the mechanism to get out. He had no choice but to go back to Zheng Fuhu's room, and coughed dryly next to him: "Ahem!"

He didn't want to disturb people's sleep, if he just couldn't get out, it would be fine, he would wait for a while, and when someone came to deliver food to Director Zheng during lunch, he would go out by the way, but there are three things people are anxious about... ...it can't wait!

"Ahem!" Bai Wutu coughed unbearably again.

Zheng Fuhu finally had a reaction, moved his head on his shoulder, and opened his eyes a little: "Sorry... I have bled too much these two days, and I accidentally fell asleep."

Bai Wutu gave himself a slap in the face, if he knew it earlier, he would find a cup to drink it first, then wash it up and put it back quietly, wouldn't that be enough?But now he was woken up by shouting, so he had no choice but to ask without wasting: "Director, the wall is closed, how can I get out?"

Zheng Fuhu lost his mind for a second: "I can't get out from inside."

Bai Wutu clamped his legs even tighter: "Then how do you usually go out?"

Zheng Fuhu moved a little tiredly, and leaned on the pillow at a different angle: "Usually the security officer comes in and calls me when he has something to do. Didn't he go to see a doctor today?"

Seeing a doctor... Well, the white house is the next best thing to do, "Then do you have a toilet in your house? I am in a hurry!"

Zheng Fuhu glanced at him in confusion: "This is a dark room. There is no water, electricity, communication, or toilet. If everything is there, the walls are drilled for wiring, and the water pipes are connected from top to bottom, can it still be called a dark room?"

Well, safety does outweigh convenience.Bai Wutu gritted his teeth: "...you usually want to go to the bathroom, what should you do?"

Zheng Fuhu closed his eyes and said slowly: "I'm not in such a hurry as you. The security officer usually comes to ask me if I need anything after a while, and besides, I won't rush to drink a whole scoop of water if I have nothing to do."

Bai Wutu: "..." So our bureau chief is so busy at work that someone calls him to go to the toilet?

Bai Wutu: "What should I do now?"

Zheng Fuhu: "I have a chamber pot under my bed, you can use it."

Didn't you say that there is a chamber pot?

Bai Wutu ran outside Zheng Ju's bedroom and untied his belt, ah!Finally released after serving his sentence!

He looked down, and the scenery was like the Yangtze River rushing down thousands of miles, like the Yellow River roaring and surging.Looking at it, his eyes couldn't help getting wet, like an old father watching his son leave home, but he had to wave goodbye.As he was solving the problem, he suddenly remembered one thing: Did Director Zheng know that he scooped a large scoop of cold boiled water from the bucket at the door after eating the big steamed stuffed bun in the canteen of the General Administration in the morning?

In his haste, he was a bit ruthless, and scooped up a full scoop of water with the gourd scoop that was as big as his face, and he felt that he couldn't drink half of it.But this is the water that people have boiled and let it cool down for people to drink. He can't pour the remaining water back or dump it on the ground in front of everyone. ?Bai Wutu had no choice but to shoulder the mission and bite the bullet and drank the whole thing.

It should be...a coincidence, right?

After the "release", Bai Wutu was in a dilemma with the half-filled chamber pot. He couldn't return it to others like this, but he really had no place to wash it now, so he had to go in and confess: "Director Zheng, I'm really sorry..."

Zheng Fuhu handed him the handkerchief in his hand: "Wipe your tears first, and don't drink so much water in the future."

Bai Wutu: "???"

You knew I was so moved that I was crying before I even entered the door?

Bureau Zheng's security officer came back at lunch time, and the "serious injury" who didn't know where the injury was on his body seemed to have recovered as usual.After Bai Wutu slipped out, he washed the chamber pot well and returned it, and returned to the office with a large bag of chocolates that Zheng Fuhu personally grabbed for him in his pocket.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Liu leaned over and sniffed it vigorously: "It smells so good!"

Bai Wutu divided the room one by one, and Lao Zhang knew that the goods were in short supply at a glance, so he found a paper bag to put them in, and said seriously: "Comrade Bai, what is the spirit of today's meeting, please tell me."

Bai Wutu: "It's still the same, saying that the estrus season is approaching, let comrades be more vigilant, report to the organization as soon as possible, and be ready to support at any time."

In the end, he was assigned to Xiao Liu's desk. He held a handful of chocolates and hung them in the air: "Comrade Xiao Liu, did you say something unfriendly to me when the director came last time?"

Xiao Liu's nose followed his hand, and his innocent eyes blinked: "No. Bureau Zheng said he was passing by to rest his feet, so he found a place to sit when he came in, so we can work as usual without worrying about him. "

Bai Wutu: "Really?"

Xiao Liu nodded: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Lao Zhang. He hardly talked to us, and he didn't mention you at all. I poured water on him, and he just sat there. If the chief doesn't speak, how dare we run away?" Go talk to him?"

Bai Wutu gave her the chocolate half-believingly, unable to figure out where he had missed the filling.

Xiao Liu picked up one and smelled it: "This chocolate seems to have a different taste."

Bai Wutu: "I heard that it is a foreign product, and the method here may be different from that of ours. Of course, the taste is also different."

Xiao Liu sniffed it again, took a small bite, tasted it and said, "Not really. There's a smell that I've smelled somewhere, and I'm familiar with it, but I can't remember it."

The author has something to say: Baiwutu: Is it because I didn’t wash my hands after I brushed a chamber pot just now?

Xiao Liu: Smile manually, goodbye forever.

Forewarning ahead: there may be monsters haunting after this chapter~ Don't be afraid~ I will protect the little angel!