The personal doctor of the beautiful president

After Han Xingye and the old man went out for a few minutes, a cleaning worker wearing a mask came in with a small cart, sprayed it with disinfectant, and then wiped the edge of each hospital bed one by one with a rag.

The people in the entire ward didn't seem to see his existence, and they seemed to be cooperating with him and covering him up.

"Have the family members of the patients in this hospital bed gone out?" the cleaner asked the old lady.

"Yes, I just went out to smoke."

"Then watch it for me. I want to wipe the bed. The patient has a tube inserted. I'm afraid I'll accidentally touch it."

"Well, let me help you."

The old lady moved to the head of the bed and cooperated with the cleaner to block the angle.

The cleaner took off the tube plugged in Mr. Li's nose, took out a small bottle from the toolbox, put it in front of Mr. Li's nose, and muttered something in an unknown language.

After 2 minutes, he was already sweating profusely.

Then he put away the toolbox, pushed the cart and left the ward.

The old lady watched him leave with a smile on her face.

Half an hour later, Han Xingye and the old man came back.

"Did nothing happen while I was away?" Han Xingye asked the old lady.

The old lady replied: "It's all right."

"It's fine." Han Xingye smiled slightly.

"Dididi", at this moment, Mr. Li's EEG suddenly began to fluctuate from being close to a straight line.

"This is a manifestation of the gods." Seeing this, the old man yelled.

Han Xingye rang the bell beside the hospital bed.

The doctor on duty arrived soon and was surprised when he saw the situation. A vegetative person who had been sleeping for six years suddenly showed signs of awakening.

He reported immediately, notified the attending doctor, and took a series of measures.

But Mr. Li only showed signs of waking up, but he never woke up.

After tossing until midnight, Mr. Li still closed his eyes tightly.

"Let's observe first, and let me know quickly if there is any situation."

After the doctor left, the old man suggested to Han Xingye: "Young man, I'm right. There are many mysterious things in this world. The hospital can't solve your cousin's situation. You must ask the gods to help you." apparition.

Simply invite a master to cast a spell, maybe he will wake up. "

The old lady also persuaded: "It's okay to try, anyway, there will be no loss."

"Why are you promoting superstition again?"

The nurse entered the ward with a cold face, criticized the old man and the old lady, and replaced Mr. Li with a new oxygen cylinder by the way.

Mr. Li's EEG suddenly changed back to what it was before, approaching a straight line.

"Look, you have blasphemed the gods." The old man said in horror.

The nurse said with a cold face: "Don't talk nonsense, there are no gods in this world, you have to believe in medicine."

"Then explain to me, the patient seemed to be on the verge of dying before, why is it that he's dying now?"

"How do I know, I'm not a doctor."

Hearing the quarrel between the two, Han Xingye felt very calm.

Everything is expected, these people will definitely show their hands, but they will not really wake up the vegetable.

Otherwise, how could they handle Li Zhongde and help them?

They are expressing a meaning: We can let him live or die at any time, it depends on what you do.

Strictly speaking, it is now a trial period before buying and selling, allowing buyers to inspect the goods.

They will not actually deliver the goods until the two parties have negotiated a good price and paid the money.

The nurse said to Han Xingye: "You are the patient's family member, you should pay the patient's fee, otherwise you won't be able to live here tomorrow."

Li Zhongde's son was hospitalized, and he was urged to pay the medical bills in the hospital. As usual, can you believe it?

Han Xingye understood, of course the nurse was not referring to the medical expenses handed over to the hospital.

He cooperated and asked: "It's midnight now, where can I pay the fee?"

"You can find a way by yourself, I don't know." The nurse said coldly: "If you don't pay the fee, we will admit new patients tomorrow morning, and you may have to send the patients to their so-called masters." gone."

After finishing speaking, she left with a cold snort.

This is clearly introducing people to the master.

Han Xingye turned to the old man and asked, "Do you have the master's contact information?"

"Not to mention, I really have a master's phone number here, but this master has been wandering around for a long time. It depends on your luck."

The old man paused when he said this, and then asked Han Xingye: "You are the patient's cousin, should you inform his parents about this kind of thing, after all, they are the ones who really make up their minds."

"Don't worry about that, since I'm here, it means I can make the decision."

Before Han Xingye came, he had already discussed with Li Zhongde, he could cut it first and play later, no matter what conditions the other party put forward, he could agree to it first.

"Okay then, I'll give you the phone number, you can try calling one first."

The old man gave Han Xingye a phone number, Han Xingye called, and he was connected quickly.

The master didn't talk nonsense with Han Xingye, but directly made a request, wanting to open a funeral parlor in Jiangcheng, and develop a cemetery to "deliver sentient beings".

Not everyone can open a funeral home. In the past, it was purely a public institution. Later, in some cities, funeral homes were restructured and contracted by external tenders. However, in most places, they are still directly managed units.

This is the case in Jiangcheng, private individuals cannot open funeral parlors.

As for the cemetery, it is even less likely to be developed by private individuals, and must be planned uniformly by relevant departments.

No wonder these people set their minds on Li Zhongde's son, just wanting Li Zhongde to open this hole.

As we all know, funeral service is a very profitable business, but they spend so much effort, it is certainly not just for making money.

Han Xingye immediately thought, could someone be planning to deal with the legendary catastrophe?
In many film and television dramas and novels, there are many descriptions of using the dead to cross the catastrophe. Most of them are bloody and terrifying, detrimental to morality, and belong to relatively evil routines.

There must be more than one hidden family in Jiangcheng. The Eight Immortals have shown their magical powers across the sea, and they are all planning to fish in troubled waters.

There must be many secrets buried in this dark city.

"Okay, I promise you." Han Xingye agreed without thinking.

"It doesn't work if you promise, I need to see something substantial.

You'd better move fast, I happen to be a little free these days, and I'm going to go out for a wandering in two days. "

"Master, can I meet with you and talk about it in detail. There are many details that I can't explain on the phone."

"It's okay to meet, but I warn you, don't play tricks with me, let alone try to find out my information."

"Master, you have misunderstood me. I already have your information. Why do I need to check it?"