After inheriting the antique shop

When Song Zhonglin woke up, his head was dizzy, and soon realized something was wrong.

The surrounding snow-white environment and the smell of disinfectant always reminded him that he was now on a hospital bed.

He was obviously in the hotel, why did he go to the hospital when he woke up!

He remembered that he ran into Lai Xinghua after going to the bathroom, and then the other party paid him back 500 yuan, and then he passed out...he came here when he woke up.

There was still a person lying motionless on the hospital bed next to him, and Song Zhonglin didn't bother to pay attention, so he hurriedly pressed the call bell beside the bed to call the nurse.

The nurse hurried in when she heard the call ringing: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhonglin asked eagerly, "What's wrong with me?"

Nurse: "..." How do I know what's wrong with you.

Song Zhonglin covered his mouth - his voice changed.

At this time, his voice was hoarse, far from his original voice.

Under the nurse's strange eyes, Song Zhonglin also realized that what he just said was ambiguous, swallowed, and said in a trembling voice: "I mean, how did I get into the hospital?"

Although the nurse felt puzzled, she still answered him: "Acute cor pulmonale... is there any problem?"

Haven't you lived here for several days? You don't know why you live here.

"Acute cor pulmonale?" Song Zhonglin continued to ask, "Did my classmates send me here? Where are they?"

The look in the nurse's eyes is obviously: You ask me, who do I ask?

Seeing that Song Zhonglin was dumbfounded after the question, the nurse simply thought that the man was teasing the nurse and planned to leave. Before leaving, she told him to take a good rest and pay attention to his diet.

The more Song Zhonglin thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly looked for his mobile phone.

The mobile phone was not found, but none of the things in front of the hospital bed belonged to him.Song Zhonglin rushed to the bathroom again, staring blankly at his strange self in the mirror.

How can I say that I am also a young man in his 20s and a talented person in society, and he has nothing to do with this 40-year-old middle-aged uncle with a scruffy beard and unshaved beard in the mirror in front of him.

He would never allow himself to be so poor.

What's even more outrageous is that this body is still bald!

How can this be tolerated.

After reacting, Song Zhonglin rushed to the hospital bed to check the name of his body, and then frantically rang the call bell.

The nurse came again not long ago, this time obviously a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

Song Zhonglin approached mysteriously: "Miss Nurse, I want to ask you something, what year is it now?"

Nurse:"……"

The nurse answered him blankly, and then said seriously: "Please don't make things difficult for our medical staff."

"Then I didn't time travel." Song Zhonglin continued to be mysterious again, "If I tell you, I am not me at all, I just woke up and became the current me, would you believe it?"

The nurse understood for a while, and said, "You mean, your soul has passed through?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Zhonglin nodded repeatedly, and said, "That's it!"

The nurse couldn't help but sneered: "I suggest you go to the psychiatric department of our hospital, which is in the building in front of the inpatient department."

Song Zhonglin: "..."

The nurse took a deep breath, tried her best to be gentle and polite, and solemnly declared again: "Sir, please don't make things difficult for me."

Song Zhonglin: All right.

After the nurse left, Song Zhonglin started wandering around the ward again.

Soon, he noticed the person lying motionless next to him.

Song Zhonglin glanced at the other party's name: "Lai Xingquan?"

This makes people easily think of Lai Xinghua, and Song Zhonglin recalled what he heard from the other party when he was in a coma - "I have done as you said."

Could it be that his soul wear has something to do with him?

Song Zhonglin had no choice but to lie back on the bed and wait.

There are two patients here, and relatives should come to visit by then.

Song Zhonglin lay there and squinted for a while, someone really entered the ward, but it wasn't a nurse or a family member of the patient, but Song Zhonglin himself.

To be precise, it was the person who was covering his body.

The real Song Zhonglin jumped up from the bed and rushed over: "Who the hell are you?"

"Me?" The other party closed the door of the ward and began to pretend, "Song Zhonglin."

"There is no one else here, so stop pretending to me, I am Song Zhonglin." Song Zhonglin pointed at the other party's nose and warned, "I don't care what method you use, just change it back."

The other party found it interesting, and continued with a smile: "You have a head injury, and your self-awareness is disordered. You always thought you were me."

"It's pretty good at farting." Song Zhonglin was obviously not fooled, "Make it up, go ahead and make it up, don't think I don't know that I live here because of a heart attack."

"He's quite smart."

The other party laughed, seeing that he couldn't be fooled, and stopped talking nonsense to him, he strangled Song Zhonglin's neck suddenly, and stuffed something into his mouth with the other hand.

Song Zhonglin wanted to resist, but when his fist hit the opponent's own face, he couldn't do anything, and this alone put him at a disadvantage.

Song Zhonglin was stuck in the neck and was forced to swallow. He only knew that the food that was fed to him was long and slippery, as if it was still alive, and it slipped into his mouth without his control.

After seeing Song Zhonglin swallowed the Gu worm whole, the other party let him go.

Song Zhonglin kept retching: "What did you put in my mouth?!"

The other party said very abstractly: "Protein."

After saying that, the man walked around to the bedside, and took out a flute from the cabinet, most of the time he used this flute to control the Gu worms.

But before he put it to his mouth and blow it, the flute burst into flames out of thin air.

He quickly threw the flute to the ground and looked around warily: "Who?"

The door of the ward was opened from the outside, and it was naturally Xu Chengyin and Yin Qian who came.

Xu Chengyin anticipated the scene that would appear later, and closed the door intimately.

Both of them were taken aback when they saw Xu Chengyin.

The Gu master using Song Zhonglin's body: "It's you?"

The real Song Zhonglin Benlin: "Why are you?"

Aside from the living dead Lai Xingquan lying on the bed, the atmosphere in the ward froze suddenly.

The Gu Master moved his hands behind his back, intending to release two Gu.

But who are Yin Qian and Xu Chengyin? One is full of Buddha's light, plus there is a phoenix feather. He was directly burned to death at a distance.

Yin Gan glanced at another Gu worm that was fleeing frantically, and even burned it along with it.

Two big Gu worms died in a row, the Gu master lost his balance and fell to the ground, "Wow" he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Soldiers are not bloody.

Song Zhonglin: "..."

Song Zhonglin was stunned.

What the fuck happened.

Are these three people looking at each other in an eye fight?Why did he vomit blood all of a sudden, and it was his own body that vomited.

Song Zhonglin was a man who couldn't say a word, but faced Yin Qian who was obviously not an ordinary person, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"That's the end of raising Gu." Yin Gan also took this Gu master as a negative teaching material, and said to Xu Chengyin, "In the future, if you meet a Gu master, don't be afraid, just beat him up if you need to. Without Gu, you will be bald due to kidney deficiency."

Yin Gan looked at Song Zhonglin while talking.

Song Zhonglin: "..."

Although his current body is sick and his face is not good, he looks like he has kidney deficiency and is bald, but he still feels offended.