Human dimension reduction

There was no one in the clinic, Qiao Zhou took off his white coat, hung it on the hanger behind the door quite naturally, turned on the light, and saw the lounge with the closed door opposite at a glance.

He pointed to the kettle next to the medicine cabinet, and casually told Lan Yin: "There may be hot water, if not enough, boil it yourself, don't be restrained——ah, I want to drink it too."

Lan Yin's throat was blocked by what she wanted to say, so she put down the lamp that had been raised all the way, and obediently went to boil the water.

Seeing that Lan Yin had his back turned to him, and had no time to pay attention to his whereabouts, Qiao Zhou walked to the lounge calmly, opening, entering, and closing the door in one go.

The living room was divided into two parts by a curtain. There was a simple hospital bed in the outer room, which was empty. Qiao Zhou took a long leg and rushed into the inner room quickly. He met a man in the eye.

He was probably awakened by the faint movement outside, and he raised his hand to grab the messy sleeping hair, and was about to get off the bed when a figure rushed towards him.

Before he could utter a scream, Qiao Zhou covered his mouth tightly without changing his expression, and stuck his other hand on the back of his neck. He waited patiently for a few seconds, and the short suffocation caused by the blocked blood flow was over. The man who woke up inappropriately fell into a deep coma again.

Qiao Zhou waited for a few more seconds, then laid him down on the bed without a sound, stretched out the quilt, covered him tightly from head to toe, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the quilt. At first glance, it seemed that there was no one on the bed.

Lan Yin, who knew nothing about the burglary next door, poured the still hot water from the kettle into the cup, and then turned around to see Qiao Zhou coming out of the lounge. Light blue soft drapes.

"Do you want to stay here at night? There are two beds inside." Qiao Zhou asked him with a smile, took the ceramic cup from him, held it in his hand, and blew on the water.

Lan Yin's face turned red, and she took a step back in embarrassment: "I..."

He suddenly thought of a perfect excuse: "That child hasn't been sent away yet..."

Qiao Zhou appropriately expressed a little regret, and elongated his voice: "Is that so... well, men who are loyal to their duties are the most attractive, I respect you."

He raised the teacup in his hand to Lan Yin, and watched the change of Lan Yin's expression with a smile.

These words obviously exceeded the limits that Lan Yin could bear. The reserved and elegant embalmer stood there almost at a loss, and finally found a chance to say goodbye. Qiao Zhou leaned against the door to watch him walk out with inconsistent hands and feet. , always with a smile on his face.

Hey... finally fooling around, it's really hard.

Lan Yin was no longer in sight, Qiao Zhou put away his smile, put his untouched teacup on the table, scanned every corner of the clinic inch by inch with his critical eyes, and touched the cuff buttons with his gloved fingers. He untied it, rolled up his sleeves, and sighed melancholy.

It's not easy for him to renovate the clinic with only one night, but this place will be his from now on, so let's get tired.

Hey... How can there be such a dedicated player after coming to a dungeon and taking care of the career line to see a doctor.

Fortunately, Vincent himself is a genius doctor, otherwise he would have to worry about what to do if someone is put to death.

This clinic is small in scale and has not been in operation for a long time. Qiao Zhou dug out a stack of paperwork from the cabinet and found the name of the person in charge of the clinic.

Master Tong Ding.

These days, those who can learn Western medicine and open clinics must be talented students who have returned from overseas. They either have a wealthy family, or they are talented enough to attract the attention of nobles. Qiao Zhou flipped through the medical records in the drawer and judged with Vincent's eyes...

——It seems that Dr. Tong is the former.

It took him three hours to read all the written materials he could find. He didn't miss a single piece of paper, and he roughed up Tong Dingshi's network and life. He is a son of a wealthy family who has been living abroad for 11 years. After studying abroad for [-] years, he obtained a medical diploma and returned. He opened a clinic with the remaining money of the family to make ends meet.

To be honest, the positioning of this clinic is a bit embarrassing. Most Chinese people prefer to go to pharmacies to see traditional doctors, and foreigners who advocate Western medicine are more willing to go to foreign concessions to find foreign doctors or go to big hospitals.

Tong Dingshi, a Western medicine clinic opened by a Chinese, is stuck in the middle. After seven months, the clinic's income and expenditure can only be considered barely balanced. Except for Tong Dingshi, a doctor who is in charge of the consultation, he reluctantly hired a nurse in charge of chores. , also cannot escape the fate of closing down.

But Tong Dingshi probably didn't expect that before closing the door, he would run into a villain who came to rob his clinic in the middle of the night.

Qiao Zhou flicked the thin piece of paper that recorded the financial income and expenditure, leaned back on the chair and sighed, the puppet crawled out of his pocket, and observed him for a while, hesitating to say: "You are going to be the boss now!" ?”

Qiao Zhou raised his eyebrows, and pressed the piece of paper on the table: "What nonsense are you talking about, do I seem to be the kind of person who is good at doing business?"

Yes, you look like the kind of unscrupulous businessman, vicious capitalist, perverted boss who cheats people to work and tries to deduct wages.

The puppet was slandering in his heart, but he didn't say it out. Fortunately, there was no expression on that wooden face, otherwise he would be caught by Qiao Zhou in a few minutes.

"Just to fool Lan Yin, his identity doesn't look simple, it's good to get closer to him."

Qiao Zhou found an unopened scalpel and gauze from the medicine cabinet, and Shi Shiran walked back to the lounge. Tong Dingshi, who was pinched unconscious by him, was still unconscious on the bed.

The puppet hung in the air by the corner of his clothes and was brought in together. They watched him bend down, pick up Tong Dingshi's right hand, push up the sleeve of the pajamas, revealing a bare arm across the quilt, and began to walk slowly. Unpack the scalpel.

"Are you going to kill him?" The puppet said what came to mind, "What kind of knife do you use? It's so troublesome. Why don't you just break his neck?"

Qiao Zhou took out the scalpel and looked at it for a moment: "Am I the kind of person who kills people like hemp? I kill people when I disagree with you. Your backward three views need to be corrected. Young people of our new era, They are all good people who are reasonable, trustworthy and civilized.”

The puppet choked on this sentence for a long time before it spoke.

Before you brazenly say that you are a good person, can you think about why you are standing in this place?

But Qiao Zhou said this from the bottom of his heart. He is what he is in the real world. He is a law-abiding citizen. He insists on paying taxes every year. He also participates in public welfare undertakings. Really good young man.

But isn't it playing a game now?Are there any weird missions in the game?

Snatching the property of aboriginal NPCs is commonplace. There are also players who enjoy slaughtering NPCs in high-degree-of-freedom games. Killing one or two characters in the process of doing tasks is simply a matter of course, and there is no need to think about it at all.

So Qiao Zhou felt that if a player like him who didn't kill an npc while playing games could not be called a good person, then even Shakyamuni would not be able to become a Buddha.

Thinking of this, he sterilized Tong Dingshi's wrist with the iodine wine that was always on the side table, holding the scalpel in his thin hand, thinking carefully for a while, and smoothly cut a not deep and not shallow incision on it.

The bright red blood immediately slid out along the wound and flowed into the small bucket that Qiao Zhou had prepared early in the morning. The sound of tick-tock tick-tock sounded in the silent clinic. A person who is awake and a doctor standing by the bed with a knife can scare people out of trouble.

Guessing it was almost done, Qiao Zhou applied a layer of medicine on the wound to stop the bleeding, wrapped it in gauze, pulled down the sleeve thoughtfully, put his hand back under the bed for Tong Dingshi, and pulled out the other hand to hang glucose on him. Injection.

He didn't find a suitable tranquilizer in the clinic, so he could only manually extend the sleep time for Tong Dingshi. After all, he didn't have time to stay in the clinic all day long and wait for Tong Dingshi to slap the back of his neck. He didn't want to kill people, so We can only work harder and lower the body value of this npc so that he remains in a coma.

Thinking about Tong Dingshi who is sleeping, he should also be willing to pay a price in exchange for a chance to survive.

Qiao Zhou sighed again, these days, where can I find such a kind player like him.

And Lan Yin, who was dizzy and dizzy, just walked home, suddenly woke up: Oops... It seems that he hasn't been asked his name since the middle of the night? !

Standing under the white paper lantern, the handsome and aloof mortician turned into a sculpture.

The sky brightened up quickly, and around eight o'clock in the morning, the street was already extremely lively. The people rushing to work and the small vendors who set up their stalls jointly supported the prosperity of Shili Foreign Market.

The glass door of the clinic was pushed open, and a thin young man walked in. When he saw the person sitting behind the desk reading a newspaper, he was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately showed a flattering smile: "Dr. Tong came early today."

The doctor who raised his hand to read the newspaper glanced at him from the top of the newspaper, and slowly pushed the few dimes on the table over: "Your wages, I will change hands on this clinic, and I won't use it anymore."

The young man was dumbfounded. This job is leisurely and easy, and the boss is a coaxing, high-minded fool. He gets paid for sweeping the floor every day.

Holding his breath in his heart, he wanted to reason, but looking into the eyes of this noble fool, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't muster up the courage to confront him. He hesitated for a while, grabbed the few silver coins, and spit on the ground. He took a sip and walked out angrily.

After he went out, "Doctor Tong" put down the newspaper, spread out a blank piece of paper, wrote a recruitment notice, got up and pasted it on the glass door.

When he sat back at the table again, he had returned to the appearance of a young gentleman with silver-gray hair and a handsome face.

The young doctor leaning on a cane put the cane by his side, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and the hanging mirror chain hung on his snow-white neck, sliding down the line of his shoulders and neck, glowing with an expensive and delicate golden light, he turned over for a while Looking up at the medical records on the table, he met a pair of jet-black phoenix eyes.

The tall and straight cedar-like man outside the door looked at him without blinking. The clean and elegant long gown was like clouds of clouds flying like clouds, which suppressed his sharp and out-of-this-world temperament a lot.

Seeing the doctor inside looking up, Lan Yin outside the door first subconsciously avoided his gaze, and then turned back in embarrassment. The two looked at each other stupidly for a long time, and laughed at the same time.

Lan Yin himself didn't know what he was laughing at, but it was undeniable that when he saw the other party smiling, his heart that had been raised all the way suddenly let go.

Qiao Zhou stood up to greet him, Lan Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, she opened the door first and walked in, beckoning him to sit down, standing opposite the table, pursing her lips, with a bit of annoyance on her expression, as if she just realized that she came Hasty and inexplicable.

Qiao Zhou tilted his head to look at him, and laughed: "The distinguished guests are here, so they are not here to take care of my business?"

Lan Yin stood there, not knowing how to answer, suddenly remembered the piece of paper pasted on the door, and blurted out: "I saw you were recruiting nurses..."

As soon as he said this, the doctor's eyes widened, and the cornflower blue pupils were particularly transparent under the daylight, like expensive gemstones with extremely high purity, polished by time to the most transparent color, in Under the deflection of the light, it seems that there is still a bit of noble and mysterious purple.

"Are you... are you kidding me?" The doctor hesitated, a little uncertain about the meaning of this Chinese friend in front of him.

On the contrary, Lan Yin calmed down, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was feasible, so she simply recommended herself: "I know medicine, and I can do basic tasks."

The silver-haired doctor smiled wryly: "It's not a question of medical level. You see, I know you are very good, but we, how do you say it... Yes, our profession is not right for you."

Lan Yin looked at him quietly, just watching, the doctor disarmed and surrendered: "Well, I'm not rejecting you, what I mean is... I can't afford to hire someone as professional as you, do you understand, Lan? I I still have to sleep in the clinic, and there is a patient who needs to be guarded day and night. I also want a nurse to take care of him 24 hours a day, but you already have your own business..."

He stumbled and explained, but Lan Yin didn't listen to most of it, and only caught a few key words, and suddenly raised his eyes: "Are you sleeping in the clinic? There is still a patient? Nursing day and night?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Lan Yin quickly said: "I don't need wages, I can do this job."