Siheyuan: The start of the game is bound to the self-killing system

The young policeman lowered his head and said nothing. He remembered that the piece should have fallen into his hand, but it flew away and landed in the man's mouth.

Jia Dongxu felt that the contents of his stomach had been vomited, and he turned his head to talk to them, trying to stand up.

"Sorry, comrade policeman is not good..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, and the word "sorry" hadn't come out yet.

"boom!"

Just as he got up, half of his feet slipped again, and his face was perfectly fitted to his vomit.

"Greet vomit..."

Jia Dongxu endured the pain on his face, smelled an unspeakable smell, and began to vomit again on the ground.

"Well……"

Looking at him like this, the young policeman couldn't bear it any longer, and he also started to feel nauseous, but he still held back.

"Young man, are you okay? Let me help you."

The old policeman glanced at the young policeman, then walked to Jia Dongxu and said.

"Ouch, comrade policeman, I'm fine, I can stand up by myself."

Jia Dongxu wanted to stand up by himself while talking to him, this time he stood up carefully and slowly.

"boom!"

Just as Jia Dongxu took a step, his feet slipped, and the old policeman quickly supported him, but he was also thrown to the ground by a huge force.

"Master, are you alright?"

Seeing him fall, the young policeman ran over to help him up.

"Oh my waist, my waist..."

The old policeman shouted in pain while supporting his waist.

Jia Dongxu fell to the ground and was so frightened that he didn't dare to stand up. Why did he fall down as soon as he stood up?

"You kid dared to attack the police when you're done, come back to the police station with me!"

While carefully supporting his master, the young policeman sternly yelled at Jia Dongxu.

"What kind of eyes do you have? I fell down because I supported him. Young man, you are a bit back."

The old policeman supported his waist with a painful face, patted the young policeman, and then said to Jia Dongxu who was still facing the ground.

"I also feel that I have a little back today. I fell down several times for no reason. Comrade police, I will talk to you on my stomach."

Jia Dongxu didn't stand up at all, he just lay on the ground and turned to her and said.

"Young man, we will leave first and we will find you if there is any news. Don't move until we leave before getting up."

The old policeman finished talking to him with one hand on his waist, and then was supported by the young policeman and walked slowly towards the entrance of the middle courtyard.

"What's this damn thing called? Oops, it hurts me to death."

Jia Dongxu turned his head and looked at the backs of the two of them, muttering in a low voice, and touched his sore knee with his hand.

If he is lying on his stomach, he can't fall again, and he will get up again after lying on his stomach for a while.

"Snapped!"

Somehow, the tiles from the roof fell down and hit Jia Dongxu's head straight.

Jia Dongxu felt a pain in his head and fell unconscious on the ground.

……

noon

Red Star Rolling Mill

He Zhiqiang put down the work in his hand, it was time for lunch, but Jia Dongxu didn't come, maybe he really caught him.

That's right, it's a pity that he didn't get to witness how unlucky Jia Dongxu was with his unlucky card.

On this day, He Zhiqiang has been paying attention to the system panel, but there are no new tasks.

"Jingle Bell……"

When the bell rang, He Zhiqiang rode his bicycle towards the courtyard.

In the afternoon, Deputy Factory Manager Li came over again to inform the level exam tomorrow.

He Zhiqiang simulated the skills of a third-level fitter in the rolling mill in the afternoon, and it can be said that he is familiar with it.

……

Red Star Courtyard

He Zhiqiang pushed his bicycle into the courtyard, passed by the middle courtyard and saw that the windows of Jia Dongxu's house had been cleaned up.

But the house near Jia Dongxu's house can still smell some bad smell.

The first thing He Zhiqiang did when he entered the house was to secure the door, because he was going to eat.

At noon, the dining hall is full of vegetarian dishes, but there is no meat star, so he should cook it himself when he comes back.

He Zhiqiang changed the taste this time and directly served dry-stir-fried duck. First, he used pork belly to make oil, and then fried duck.

How much He Zhiqiang wishes to have a range hood, the smoke is really big.

"Bang bang bang!"

He Zhiqiang was still frying the duck when he heard a knock on the door.

Who will it be tonight?Could it be He Yushui?

To be on the safe side, He Zhiqiang put the pot directly in the space.

"Who is it, this big night."

he yelled as he walked toward the door.

"Zhiqiang is me, Grandpa."

Yi Zhonghai stood in front of his door, knocked on the door and shouted at him.

The same is true of He Zhiqiang, why did he lock the door before it was dark, and there was still a smell of it.

"Squeak~"

"Master, what are you doing here?"

He Zhiqiang opened the door and looked at Yi Zhonghai standing outside the door with a questioning face.

"Zhiqiang, are you cooking? Jia Dongxu was hit by tiles on the roof and is now lying in the hospital."

Yi Zhonghai wanted to probe inside, but He Zhiqiang directly blocked the door.

"Jia Dongxu is hospitalized? What does his hospitalization have to do with me?"

He Zhiqiang walked out directly, closed the door with his backhand by the way, and asked him.

"This time, Jia Zhang's family has spent a lot of money. They have used all of Mr. Jia's pension to treat Jia Dongxu. Why don't our neighbors go and see if we can do it?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at him and said.

"Master, is what you said true? Is Jia Dongxu so serious?

OK, this is a dog that hurts and I will take a look at it, let alone a person, when will I go? "

He Zhiqiang was a little surprised when he heard his words. Jia Dongxu was injured so badly, so he couldn't be the one to do it, right?

"Go after dinner, I'll inform the other family, you go back to the house for dinner."

Yi Zhonghai stood in front of the house and smelled the fragrance coming from the house, seeing He Zhiqiang like this, he would not let him eat, so he left.

"Okay, Grandpa, go slowly."

He Zhiqiang looked at his back and finished speaking, then went back to the house and fastened the door, took out the pot from the space and continued to stir fry.

He Zhiqiang filled a large bowl and started to eat with chopsticks. The combination of meat and meat for lunch and dinner is really good.

At seven or eight o'clock, all the households had finished their meals. Seeing that everyone was walking to the hospital, He Zhiqiang walked with them even though he had a bicycle.

……

Second Branch of Traditional Chinese Medicine

In the ward, Jia Dongxu was lying on the hospital bed with a thick strip of white cloth on his head, lying on the bed with a bad complexion.

Jia Zhangshi sat by the bed, Qin Huairu sat at the end of the bed, Bang Geng and Xiao Dang stood by the bed.

"How do you feel, Dongxu? What else is uncomfortable?"

Jia Zhang asked, holding his hand with tearful hands.

"Ahem, ahem...Mom, I'm fine, let's go home, don't waste money."

Jia Dongxu covered his aching head with one hand, and propped himself up on the bed with the other, trying to sit up.

"I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged, you can lie down quickly, mom is only your son, if you have a son, how can mom live..."

When Jia Zhang heard this, he looked at him and burst into tears.