My general

When the bar owner woke up, he found himself in the observation ward of Shuizhou General Hospital with an infusion on his hand.

"Master, you finally woke up!" Feeling the person on the bed move, the head chef at the side immediately jumped up, "It's okay, okay, the doctor said it was just too much mental stimulation all of a sudden, it's nothing serious, rest It will be fine in a while."

The bar owner wanted to sit up, but he felt a splitting headache and nausea, and finally fell back on the hospital bed reluctantly: "Has the Seventeenth Regiment come back?"

"I'm back, I should be able to reach Shuizhou tomorrow."

"Where's your master?"

"He..." The head chef looked away guiltily, and then he pretended to relax the quilt for the bar owner, "It's okay, master, you can rest well. I'm in the business of bars and fast food restaurants, so you don't have to worry about anything. Doctor Said that you have to stay in the hospital for observation for 24 hours, you just need to take a good rest, nothing will happen."

Will it be okay?Was it because he contracted some disease from the client before he met the quartermaster, coupled with the recent anxiety, there is no cure, the rest is to enjoy the rest of his life before his death, right?After the chef left, the nurse came to take his temperature every hour.Even if he has no medical knowledge, the bar owner knows that his high fever will not subside, but the nurse does not do any treatment for him except physical cooling. Presumably, it is meaningless for the dying person.

It was getting dark, and the bar owner was tired and sleepy, but he was tortured by his aching joints and overwhelmed stomach.In the night sky outside the window, fireworks dyed the night into colorful ones, and the noise of the banquet came from a distance, celebrating the complete victory of the Galactic Empire, but the inside of the ward was lifeless.The snoring sound of the person on the next bed was like an exhaust fan. On the other side of the bed, an old man who was dying kept moaning. From time to time, the call bell at the nurse's desk sounded an intelligent voice of "XX bed call". The nurse on duty was wearing soft-soled shoes, Ghosts come and go expressionlessly... When the bar owner was first sent to the orphanage, he fantasized about his dying scene more than once.Unexpectedly, he was not bullied to death by other children in the orphanage, tortured to death on the bed by a client, or stabbed to death by a robbed hooligan in a dark alley, but died in the hospital like an ordinary person who is dying It's just that the time was a few years earlier.

When the quartermaster dies, it should be more painful, right?A person was left alone in a corner of the Purple Star, and he might even be bombed beyond recognition, and even the body could not be found.But it doesn't matter, the bar owner will look for him, even if he exhausts every ounce of energy in his soul, he will search every corner of the entire Purple Star and even the entire universe.

While the nurse on duty was not paying attention, the bar owner pulled out the needle of the infusion tube and stabbed it hard at the wrist.Cutting the wrist should be here, right?Judging by the amount of bleeding, it should be right, but the hole is not big enough.It's so strange, it didn't hurt at all, and the red blood was spreading on the white sheet, which was pretty nice.The bar owner continued to prick the wrist one by one until the nurse on duty noticed something abnormal and rushed over screaming.