Picked up a bunch of hair in the game
Chapter 240 Mentor Hospital
The next morning, the two prepared everything and sat in the living room to eat.
Today is sunny. On the last day of the Gregorian calendar, the streets are full of people, and red neon lights are hung up on the side of the road.
While chatting, Xu Zhaohe suddenly mentioned the points of the last dungeon, and joked: "Why are there only [-] points this time? Is it because I am poor?"
Shen Chen looked up: "?? What [-] points?"
"Huh?" Brother Zhao licked the cream on his lips, and recalled carefully: "That's the one. If you get the favor of ghosts, you will get 30000 reward points."
After hearing this sentence, Shen Chen's expression sank, he put down the butter bread and wiped his hands, and suddenly looked at him seriously, "Do you remember what you said before?"
Realizing something was wrong, Xu Zhaohe frowned and continued to think about it, and suddenly realized: "Ah, I got the love of the dungeon ghosts!"
"Yes."
Shen Chen nodded, "I gave you all the points last time, so this time it's not me."
"Who is that..." Brother Zhao sighed, are ghosts so willing to help people spread money these days!
Immediately, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked at Shen Chen's increasingly gloomy face, and asked uncertainly, "Wax doll, huh?"
Shen Chen squeezed his finger bones, "Next time we meet, I'll have a good 'chat' with him."
Brother Zhao didn't want to make Lucifer jealous, and continued to eat the buttered bread with his head down, his lowered eyes were filled with a lingering smile.
……
At ten o'clock in the morning, the SSS-level dungeon "Mente Hospital" finally opened.
The two were already familiar with the way, stood up and adjusted their clothes, and then chose to immediately enter the instance.
Before that, any accidents were not within the scope of the two of them. Even when he was the only one around in the dungeon when he first arrived, Xu Zhaohe didn't panic at all. confluence.
He seemed to be in a place like the duty lounge of a hospital. There were two beds and some simple daily necessities in the room, and a duty schedule was posted on the wall.
When he woke up, he was lying on the bed. There was a white coat next to the pillow, and a sign was pressed on it. There was a one-inch photo of him on the sign. Right below the photo was written: Attending doctor, Watson.
After thinking for three seconds, he changed from Shan Ruliu to a white coat, and went to check the duty list.
It said his duty time, from ten o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, a full four hours.
The duty rules next to it clearly stated what tasks he needs to perform, including but not limited to checking the rooms of several important patients, as well as some routine medical record checks, etc., which is strange.
Xu Zhaohe withdrew his gaze, adjusted his collar in front of the only mirror in the room, then strode open the door and walked out.
The smell of disinfectant is everywhere, and the lights in the corridor of the hospital are not very bright. Looking from one end to the other, there are only a few empty chairs, and no other people are seen.
After thinking about it, he went back to the room and took another notebook and a pen, and even put on a pair of flat gold-rimmed glasses on the table, which looked very impressive.
When everything was ready, according to the information recorded by the last person, he walked down the corridor and knocked on the door of 201.
"Hello, rounds."
Knocking on the door without any other expression, Dr. Hua appeared in front of the hospital bed with a serious face, opened his notebook and pulled out his pen, before looking at the patient in bed 201.
However, the patient on the bed was very disrespectful, curled up in the quilt, not even a single strand of hair was exposed.
Dr. Hua was not in a hurry. He opened the patient's detailed medical records at the bedside and read: "Patient's name: Bai Xue, Princess...Gender: Female; Age: 22; Symptom: Leukemia..."
Before the words fell, a kitten-like meowing sound came from under the quilt, and the level of panic soared in the hospital that was filled with white and the smell of disinfectant.
"Poor Snow White has leukemia,
Dr. Bai Xue was invited to see the doctor.
After three days of injections and three days of medicine,
Three days and three nights didn't work,
Poor Snow White died alive,
Who wants to accompany her to the burial? "
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Isn't this the nursery rhyme they used to say when they were young?
It can also be regarded as a game, singing rock-paper-scissors at the same time, after the last line is sung, whoever loses the last time will go to accompany Snow White, and the other children will point and laugh.
In addition to "Snow White", there are also "poor Thumbelina has thumb disease", "poor Cinderella has Cinderella disease", etc. The principle is the same, which is not very interesting.
As soon as he finished thinking about it, he saw that the quilt on the hospital bed was suddenly lifted, and a little girl with a bare head stared at him gloomyly, her voice sounded like she was muttering to herself, but it seemed to be speaking to him : "Doctor, it's the first day, will I get better?"
Xu Zhaohe looked at her carefully, the little girl was in a very bad condition, her skin was dull and sallow, her eyes were pure black, and she had no hair yet, which did not fit the image of Snow White in fairy tales!
He looked down again, and confirmed, "You are Snow White?"
The little girl blinked slowly when she heard the words, and affirmed: "I am Snow White, I have leukemia, and I will die soon!"
In the end, the little girl became manic and scratched her head frantically. Doctor Hua reasonably suspected that her hair was lost by her.
However, in the view of "Snow White", everything is because she has leukemia, she is about to die, she is very scared, so she can only scream hysterically: "Doctor, you must save me!"
"it is good."
Xu Zhaohe looked at her with a very trustworthy look, and slowly comforted her: "It's time for bed now, quality sleep is conducive to recovery, you have a good rest."
The little girl calmed down obediently for a moment, changed her face and quickly returned to tranquility, covered the quilt obediently, and finally smiled sweetly at him: "Thank you doctor."
Xu Zhaohe nodded: "The responsibility lies."
Then, he bypassed the curtain drawn between the first bed and the second bed, and continued to read the medical records: "Name: Ao Letian..."
"..."
Brother Zhao put down the medical records and slowly raised his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw a shiny golden head, which was extremely dazzling!
Brother Le Tian, who wrapped himself upside down on the bed with a quilt, hadn't seen the person's face, and heard the same voice reading the medical records as the neighbor next door and shouted anxiously: "I'm not sick!"
He is very healthy!He doesn't want to die yet!
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Brother Zhao didn't know how to evaluate this golden-haired brother. He had worked with Lucifer briefly before, and he still felt that he was a very complicated person.
It seems silly but not silly, it looks a little silly and sweet, but it is often sharp and scary.
It's a bit like Conan, probably the plus version of Conan?After all, he was also a character who made it to the top [-].
Thinking of this, he continued to speak and sighed: "This patient, please recognize the reality. It is written in the medical record that you suffer from... hypoglycemia..."
The last three words, Xu Zhaohe almost squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, can this fucking work!
Sure enough, when he heard the words "low blood sugar", Brother Lotte finally straightened himself up, his face full of joy: "Fortunately, fortunately!"
Immediately afterwards, after seeing the face of the round doctor clearly, he screamed again: "Ah! Your Royal Highness!"
"Oh no, Xu Tianhahahahaha—"
The last word "ha" choked in his chest, because he suddenly remembered that he went to check the list of players who participated in the game afterwards, and there was no Xu Tian's name on it.
The golden hair on Brother Letian's head stood up blankly, he fixed his eyes on the sign hanging on the doctor's chest, and read word by word: "Doctor in charge, hua-hua-sheng."
"........."
The two simple Chinese characters seem to be very unfamiliar at this moment, which made Brother Lotte react for about five seconds.
The next moment, Ao Letian quickly pulled off the quilt on his body, then knelt on the bed and stretched out both hands cautiously, looked at Brother Zhao and said pitifully: "Idol, can I shake hands with you?"
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Brother Zhao ruthlessly put his hands in his pockets, "If you have nothing to do, go to bed early, I will continue to make rounds."
"Wait a moment!"
Brother Letian was Erkang's hand, and when Brother Zhao looked at him, he pointed to the next bed with a tangled expression, and whispered, "Can you take me away?"
Dr. Hua frowned: "You are a patient and I am a doctor. I have to continue rounds. Where will I take you?"
"Okay," the golden hair drooped on the top of the head, and the golden hair brother waved, "Goodbye, idol, you are so handsome!"
Brother Zhao: "...Thank you."
After wasting 201 minutes in 10, the aloof Doctor Hua went out and continued to turn right, pushing open the door of 202 next door.
"Hello, rounds."
This time the patient did not hide himself, but was reading a book with a rather melancholy expression. When the doctor came in, he closed the book politely and put it aside, and then looked at him with a sad face: "Doctor, I'm not doing well today either."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Xu Zhaohe walked up to her. The patient was a woman about 30 years old, with a gentle personality and soft hair scattered behind her ears.
And when he heard him ask this, the woman's expression became even more sad: "It's still the same as before, I always feel that I have a mouth at the back of my head."
"This is terrible. A normal person only has one mouth, how could I have two mouths!"
Xu Zhaohe pushed down his glasses, looked at her medical records naturally, and did not reveal that he was still a novice who knew nothing.
The medical record is also very clear, name: a married couple, age: 30, illness: persistent hunger, expected to live less than six days.
Another six.
Didn't "Snow White" in the previous ward also received injections for three days and took medicine for three days, and the effective treatment time was six days.
Seeing him staring at the medical records, the married woman on the bed was a little anxious, gesticulating something eagerly with her hands, and said: "I really haven't grown, if you don't believe me, take a look!"
Saying that, before Dr. Hua could refuse, the couple turned their heads enthusiastically and parted the hair on the back of their heads on both sides.
A big bloody mouth full of fangs was immediately exposed, and he even stuck out his long tongue at Xu Zhaohe, and a few drops of saliva dripped onto the bed sheet.
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
The couple put down their hair, turned their heads and smiled shyly, and looked at him expectantly: "Doctor, I haven't grown any hair!"
"........."
The doctor closed the medical record and began to comfort him skillfully: "Relax, eat more fruits and vegetables, ensure adequate sleep, and you will be discharged soon."
The couple was a little excited when they heard this: "Thank you doctor!"
Doctor Hua nodded reservedly: "Well, that's where the responsibility lies."
The author has something to say: Dr. Hua took out his notebook: what disease?
Shen Chen: Lovesickness.
Dr. Hua put away his notebook: You can leave the hospital.
Today is sunny. On the last day of the Gregorian calendar, the streets are full of people, and red neon lights are hung up on the side of the road.
While chatting, Xu Zhaohe suddenly mentioned the points of the last dungeon, and joked: "Why are there only [-] points this time? Is it because I am poor?"
Shen Chen looked up: "?? What [-] points?"
"Huh?" Brother Zhao licked the cream on his lips, and recalled carefully: "That's the one. If you get the favor of ghosts, you will get 30000 reward points."
After hearing this sentence, Shen Chen's expression sank, he put down the butter bread and wiped his hands, and suddenly looked at him seriously, "Do you remember what you said before?"
Realizing something was wrong, Xu Zhaohe frowned and continued to think about it, and suddenly realized: "Ah, I got the love of the dungeon ghosts!"
"Yes."
Shen Chen nodded, "I gave you all the points last time, so this time it's not me."
"Who is that..." Brother Zhao sighed, are ghosts so willing to help people spread money these days!
Immediately, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked at Shen Chen's increasingly gloomy face, and asked uncertainly, "Wax doll, huh?"
Shen Chen squeezed his finger bones, "Next time we meet, I'll have a good 'chat' with him."
Brother Zhao didn't want to make Lucifer jealous, and continued to eat the buttered bread with his head down, his lowered eyes were filled with a lingering smile.
……
At ten o'clock in the morning, the SSS-level dungeon "Mente Hospital" finally opened.
The two were already familiar with the way, stood up and adjusted their clothes, and then chose to immediately enter the instance.
Before that, any accidents were not within the scope of the two of them. Even when he was the only one around in the dungeon when he first arrived, Xu Zhaohe didn't panic at all. confluence.
He seemed to be in a place like the duty lounge of a hospital. There were two beds and some simple daily necessities in the room, and a duty schedule was posted on the wall.
When he woke up, he was lying on the bed. There was a white coat next to the pillow, and a sign was pressed on it. There was a one-inch photo of him on the sign. Right below the photo was written: Attending doctor, Watson.
After thinking for three seconds, he changed from Shan Ruliu to a white coat, and went to check the duty list.
It said his duty time, from ten o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, a full four hours.
The duty rules next to it clearly stated what tasks he needs to perform, including but not limited to checking the rooms of several important patients, as well as some routine medical record checks, etc., which is strange.
Xu Zhaohe withdrew his gaze, adjusted his collar in front of the only mirror in the room, then strode open the door and walked out.
The smell of disinfectant is everywhere, and the lights in the corridor of the hospital are not very bright. Looking from one end to the other, there are only a few empty chairs, and no other people are seen.
After thinking about it, he went back to the room and took another notebook and a pen, and even put on a pair of flat gold-rimmed glasses on the table, which looked very impressive.
When everything was ready, according to the information recorded by the last person, he walked down the corridor and knocked on the door of 201.
"Hello, rounds."
Knocking on the door without any other expression, Dr. Hua appeared in front of the hospital bed with a serious face, opened his notebook and pulled out his pen, before looking at the patient in bed 201.
However, the patient on the bed was very disrespectful, curled up in the quilt, not even a single strand of hair was exposed.
Dr. Hua was not in a hurry. He opened the patient's detailed medical records at the bedside and read: "Patient's name: Bai Xue, Princess...Gender: Female; Age: 22; Symptom: Leukemia..."
Before the words fell, a kitten-like meowing sound came from under the quilt, and the level of panic soared in the hospital that was filled with white and the smell of disinfectant.
"Poor Snow White has leukemia,
Dr. Bai Xue was invited to see the doctor.
After three days of injections and three days of medicine,
Three days and three nights didn't work,
Poor Snow White died alive,
Who wants to accompany her to the burial? "
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Isn't this the nursery rhyme they used to say when they were young?
It can also be regarded as a game, singing rock-paper-scissors at the same time, after the last line is sung, whoever loses the last time will go to accompany Snow White, and the other children will point and laugh.
In addition to "Snow White", there are also "poor Thumbelina has thumb disease", "poor Cinderella has Cinderella disease", etc. The principle is the same, which is not very interesting.
As soon as he finished thinking about it, he saw that the quilt on the hospital bed was suddenly lifted, and a little girl with a bare head stared at him gloomyly, her voice sounded like she was muttering to herself, but it seemed to be speaking to him : "Doctor, it's the first day, will I get better?"
Xu Zhaohe looked at her carefully, the little girl was in a very bad condition, her skin was dull and sallow, her eyes were pure black, and she had no hair yet, which did not fit the image of Snow White in fairy tales!
He looked down again, and confirmed, "You are Snow White?"
The little girl blinked slowly when she heard the words, and affirmed: "I am Snow White, I have leukemia, and I will die soon!"
In the end, the little girl became manic and scratched her head frantically. Doctor Hua reasonably suspected that her hair was lost by her.
However, in the view of "Snow White", everything is because she has leukemia, she is about to die, she is very scared, so she can only scream hysterically: "Doctor, you must save me!"
"it is good."
Xu Zhaohe looked at her with a very trustworthy look, and slowly comforted her: "It's time for bed now, quality sleep is conducive to recovery, you have a good rest."
The little girl calmed down obediently for a moment, changed her face and quickly returned to tranquility, covered the quilt obediently, and finally smiled sweetly at him: "Thank you doctor."
Xu Zhaohe nodded: "The responsibility lies."
Then, he bypassed the curtain drawn between the first bed and the second bed, and continued to read the medical records: "Name: Ao Letian..."
"..."
Brother Zhao put down the medical records and slowly raised his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw a shiny golden head, which was extremely dazzling!
Brother Le Tian, who wrapped himself upside down on the bed with a quilt, hadn't seen the person's face, and heard the same voice reading the medical records as the neighbor next door and shouted anxiously: "I'm not sick!"
He is very healthy!He doesn't want to die yet!
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Brother Zhao didn't know how to evaluate this golden-haired brother. He had worked with Lucifer briefly before, and he still felt that he was a very complicated person.
It seems silly but not silly, it looks a little silly and sweet, but it is often sharp and scary.
It's a bit like Conan, probably the plus version of Conan?After all, he was also a character who made it to the top [-].
Thinking of this, he continued to speak and sighed: "This patient, please recognize the reality. It is written in the medical record that you suffer from... hypoglycemia..."
The last three words, Xu Zhaohe almost squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, can this fucking work!
Sure enough, when he heard the words "low blood sugar", Brother Lotte finally straightened himself up, his face full of joy: "Fortunately, fortunately!"
Immediately afterwards, after seeing the face of the round doctor clearly, he screamed again: "Ah! Your Royal Highness!"
"Oh no, Xu Tianhahahahaha—"
The last word "ha" choked in his chest, because he suddenly remembered that he went to check the list of players who participated in the game afterwards, and there was no Xu Tian's name on it.
The golden hair on Brother Letian's head stood up blankly, he fixed his eyes on the sign hanging on the doctor's chest, and read word by word: "Doctor in charge, hua-hua-sheng."
"........."
The two simple Chinese characters seem to be very unfamiliar at this moment, which made Brother Lotte react for about five seconds.
The next moment, Ao Letian quickly pulled off the quilt on his body, then knelt on the bed and stretched out both hands cautiously, looked at Brother Zhao and said pitifully: "Idol, can I shake hands with you?"
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
Brother Zhao ruthlessly put his hands in his pockets, "If you have nothing to do, go to bed early, I will continue to make rounds."
"Wait a moment!"
Brother Letian was Erkang's hand, and when Brother Zhao looked at him, he pointed to the next bed with a tangled expression, and whispered, "Can you take me away?"
Dr. Hua frowned: "You are a patient and I am a doctor. I have to continue rounds. Where will I take you?"
"Okay," the golden hair drooped on the top of the head, and the golden hair brother waved, "Goodbye, idol, you are so handsome!"
Brother Zhao: "...Thank you."
After wasting 201 minutes in 10, the aloof Doctor Hua went out and continued to turn right, pushing open the door of 202 next door.
"Hello, rounds."
This time the patient did not hide himself, but was reading a book with a rather melancholy expression. When the doctor came in, he closed the book politely and put it aside, and then looked at him with a sad face: "Doctor, I'm not doing well today either."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Xu Zhaohe walked up to her. The patient was a woman about 30 years old, with a gentle personality and soft hair scattered behind her ears.
And when he heard him ask this, the woman's expression became even more sad: "It's still the same as before, I always feel that I have a mouth at the back of my head."
"This is terrible. A normal person only has one mouth, how could I have two mouths!"
Xu Zhaohe pushed down his glasses, looked at her medical records naturally, and did not reveal that he was still a novice who knew nothing.
The medical record is also very clear, name: a married couple, age: 30, illness: persistent hunger, expected to live less than six days.
Another six.
Didn't "Snow White" in the previous ward also received injections for three days and took medicine for three days, and the effective treatment time was six days.
Seeing him staring at the medical records, the married woman on the bed was a little anxious, gesticulating something eagerly with her hands, and said: "I really haven't grown, if you don't believe me, take a look!"
Saying that, before Dr. Hua could refuse, the couple turned their heads enthusiastically and parted the hair on the back of their heads on both sides.
A big bloody mouth full of fangs was immediately exposed, and he even stuck out his long tongue at Xu Zhaohe, and a few drops of saliva dripped onto the bed sheet.
Xu Zhaohe: "..."
The couple put down their hair, turned their heads and smiled shyly, and looked at him expectantly: "Doctor, I haven't grown any hair!"
"........."
The doctor closed the medical record and began to comfort him skillfully: "Relax, eat more fruits and vegetables, ensure adequate sleep, and you will be discharged soon."
The couple was a little excited when they heard this: "Thank you doctor!"
Doctor Hua nodded reservedly: "Well, that's where the responsibility lies."
The author has something to say: Dr. Hua took out his notebook: what disease?
Shen Chen: Lovesickness.
Dr. Hua put away his notebook: You can leave the hospital.
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