Chapter 50 Section 13

When he finally woke up, Lao Qunzhi was already lying in the hospital ward. Pale ceiling, a bit cold. His whole body was sore, and his head was full of messy street names, gnawing at his nerve endings like worms. The neck was as stiff as cement.Reluctantly twist the angle to look left and right, no one is watching?So I'm probably not in the intensive care unit or the emergency room, right?In the end, what kind of virtue did I hurt before I was sent to the hospital? It was a bit painful. It turned out that the left hand was buried with a needle. The transparent tube at the bottom of the needle was connected to the drip on the iron frame. It was probably a liquid such as nutrition or saline.

His forehead was itchy tightly, as if he had been wrapped in a bandage. The multi-functional mountaineering suit on his body was replaced by the green hospital uniform. All the heavy equipment was gone. I don’t know where the nurse received it, maybe the police The bureau is also uncertain. Outside the light green curtain, it sounded like two figures of doctors were talking. "How is the patient?" "It was just hit, not life-threatening, but we need to continue to observe." "Is your head all right?" "I took an X-ray, and it looked like there was no congestion, and the brain pressure was normal."

"Remember to notify the nursing station when you wake up. The police will come over later to take notes and find out what happened. Tsk tsk, running around with a parachute on your back, really..." "Yes, senior." Old Qunzhi hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He felt the drip shaking slightly, felt a shadow stop on his face for two seconds, felt the shadow leave, felt the sound of footsteps approaching the door.The door opened and closed again. Old Qunzhi forcefully opened his eyes again. what time is it?How long have you been lying down?Is it evening?

No, too much time wasted.Running out of time... gotta find a map, map map... He used his nails to remove the adhesive tape stuck to his left arm, and pulled out the buried needle while sitting up. Lao Qunzhi wanted to get out of bed directly, but he just limply fell to the ground.Got a nerve?Or lie down for too long until the muscles are numb?Old Qunzhi's left leg had an old injury, and his reaction was even more sluggish at this time. He beat the muscles of his legs hard, and cursed his momentary carelessness with his teeth gritted. After finally standing up, Lao Qunzhi moved a little, his headache was about to split.

Walking to the door, there was only the crackling sound of slippers walking outside the ward. Old Qunzhi simply pushed the door open and escaped from the ward that no one cared about at all.As he walked quickly, he wondered if he should take the clothes back first? No, it is necessary to change out of the hospital gown, otherwise it would be too dazzling to walk on the street.The question is how to get it?Just rush to the nursing station and ask?Or just break into another ward and steal one at random? "If you miss this time, you will have to wait nine years... and nine years..."

Thinking of the price of failure, and the fact that it will take nine years for the next trip to make persistent efforts, the heart of Old Qunzhi almost jumped out of his throat.Deliberately looking for a clock in a public space, but couldn't find it for a while. What time is it? When I was anxious, I suddenly heard from a distance: "The patient is gone!" The old Qunzhi who "had killed someone in the future" is very sensitive to his wanted identity. Although he is an innocent person at this time, he is also a person with no identity at the same time. If he is taken away by the police , the increasingly urgent time will definitely be delayed by intensive interrogation...

Not daring to turn around to confirm the status, and not daring to think too much about getting back the clothes, Lao Qunzhi quickly turned right and walked down the stairs next to the safety door, and rushed straight to the first floor with the fastest speed. Arrived on the first floor, when Lao Qunzhi wanted to walk out of the hospital in one go, he saw two policemen talking at the entrance of the hospital and looking into the hall from time to time.One of the policemen picked up the walkie-talkie, his eyes seemed to reveal warning. Can't we just go out? Where is the back door of the hospital?There are usually other exits in the emergency room, right?

It was noisy and chaotic. Several workers walked around, showing that the first floor of the hospital was undergoing renovations. There was a sign standing in front of the original registration counter, instructing people who came to see the doctor to temporarily move the registration counter to the second floor. The old Qunzhi with ghosts in his heart walked among the crowd in the hall under renovation, feeling that everyone was secretly paying attention to him, the patients were paying attention to him, and the workers were paying attention to him. Low. I don't know if it's because of his overly tense imagination, or because of his strong intuition in the face of countless crises, Old Qunzhi seems to feel that the police at the door have noticed him.

Can no longer stay on the ground floor. The hot old Qunzhi was sweating profusely. He saw the door of an elevator open from afar and walked over quickly. The crowd in front entered the elevator one after another, and the remaining space in the elevator became less and less. Old Qunzhi quickened his pace, and entered the elevator ahead of the man who was originally walking in front of him by a stride. "Cough! Cough cough cough...cough cough..." The middle-aged man walking behind Old Qunzhi lowered his head and coughed as he followed into the elevator. Beep beep beep.Beep beep beep.Beep beep beep.

The elevator is overweight. The middle-aged man smiled apologetically, and immediately stepped out of the elevator to wait for the next one. The elevator doors close. The old Qunzhi who caught up with the elevator in time to escape from the first floor under surveillance should have breathed a sigh of relief, but just now when he met the eyes of the coughing man, there was an indescribable feeling. That middle-aged man who couldn't catch up with the elevator... Where did he see it? Impossible, in this age? ascend. Only on the second floor, the elevator door opened, and everyone in it went out to register except the old Qunzhi.

There were two people standing at the elevator door, one was a doctor in a white robe, and the other was a middle-aged aunt with tears all over her face. Thoughts were still on the face of the coughing man just now, the frowning old Qunzhi took a step back and let the two people standing at the elevator door come in. The doctor pressed nine. The elevator goes straight up from the second floor. "Doctor, thank you, thank you very much..." The middle-aged aunt burst into tears and snot, but she cried with a smile: "I can't eat or sleep well for the past three days. My whole mind is on my two children. On my body, when I think that I only have one month left to get along with them, my heart hurts so much... Thank you doctor, thank you, now I have really gained a lot..." Elevator, third floor. The door opens. Two more people came in and pressed the seventh floor. Seeing the elevator doors opening and closing, the old Qunzhi suddenly took a deep breath. The doctor patted the middle-aged aunt on the shoulder, and said gently: "Don't thank me, you have to thank yourself for everything. If you encounter any difficulties and setbacks in the future, as long as you think of your suffering in the past three days, there will be no more in this world." insurmountable." Elevator, fourth floor. Old Qunzhi didn't care about the conversation in the elevator at all. For some reason, it was difficult for him to erase the face of the coughing man just now from his mind. It was like a thorn, a small bamboo thorn that seemed to have been accidentally stuck between the nails. It didn't hurt the heart, but it couldn't bear it for a second. It's weird, he's obviously just an ordinary middle-aged man, why should he care so much? The coughing man was thinking about whether he should go upstairs when another elevator came immediately. The elevator went up to the second floor. The elevator doors opened. The man covered his mouth as he stepped out of the elevator, barely resisting the urge to cough. In front of the registration counter was a line of people who had just stepped out of the last elevator, followed by men. Soon it was his turn. Elevator, fifth floor. "Doctor, I really appreciate your plan." The middle-aged aunt couldn't stop laughing with tears. "Every day from now on will be full of vigor, come on!" The white-robed doctor applauded firmly. "Hello, I'm going to the ENT department." The man put his ID card on the counter. "Excuse me, is this Mr. Li Youchen?" The counter attendant formally confirmed the information. Elevator, sixth floor. Even if the face is familiar, even if the eight-year-old self has seen this man before, so what? An invisible electric current rushed straight from the end of the spine, making Lao Qunzhi's scalp tingle. So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? So what?So what?So what?So what?So what?So what? "Yes." The man replied. "Excuse me, is there an appointed doctor?" The counter attendant just looked at the computer without looking up. "Hmm...should be about the same?" The man studied the outpatient rotation schedule on the counter, and said casually, "Go to Dr. Lu Xu's outpatient clinic." Elevator, seventh floor. The door opened, and the two people who entered from the third floor walked out. The door closed and the elevator continued up. Emotions approaching unprovoked anger rose, and a picture rushed out at the speed of light from the thousands of miles deep seabed in the memory of the old group of wisdom. It was a black and white photo. A black and white photo placed next to the dense text narrative. Next to the photo, there are a few words written in bold strokes.Shocking. "Dr. Lu's outpatient clinic is just full. You can consider Dr. Hong Xuyou and Dr. Zhang Xinyuan." "Which one is faster to see a doctor, that one is it?" "Then I'll help you register with Dr. Hong Xuyou. You will be charged 150 yuan for the registration fee first." "thanks." The man paid the money and studied the clinic number and floor distribution. While waiting for the change, he touched his forehead. "Huh, luckily I don't have a fever." Elevator, eighth floor. "I have to stop him, while he's still in the hospital, I have to..." Old Qunzhi's whole body shook violently. ascend. When the ninth floor arrived, the elevator door opened, and the doctor and woman walked out. Before the elevator door closed automatically, when Lao Qunzhi pressed the "1F" button as fast as possible, he suddenly found that his fingers were in a strange translucent state. "!" The old group of wisdom was shocked. Looking closely, not only the fingers, but the entire palm became transparent... like a fleshy jelly. When I was shocked, I grabbed it hard, but the five fingers that should be tightly clenched could not feel the "power" of each other, and even the sense of touch became very empty, and the feeling of moving the entire arm was also vague. Turn your head slowly. There is a huge half-length mirror inlaid in the elevator, reflecting the rapidly and abnormally changing body of Lao Qunzhi. what happened?Instead of becoming more and more transparent, it becomes thinner and thinner. Wrinkles are gone. The gray hair is gone. The pain is gone too. Only the huge doubt and loneliness in the eyes remained. "I haven't done anything at all..." Old Qunzhi stared blankly at his disappearing self in the mirror. What happened? Are you about to cease to exist? What did you do just now? What has changed? What kind of change...is enough to make him lose his causal reason for existence? 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 "Goddess, can we meet again?" ascend. The elevator doors opened. There was no one in the elevator. A The bell struck three times. At the gate of the elementary school, the road team after school dispersed early. The teacher of the guard team blew his whistle to complete the team, and the students who were guiding and guarding to maintain traffic safety lifted up the long bamboo poles and took them away.At the school gate, there were only a few children sitting under the coconut tree with heavy schoolbags on their backs, waiting for their parents to take them home.No one was chatting, everyone was in a daze, and only one or two people simply took out their homework books and scribbled on today's homework. A little girl was holding a red pad with the ninety-nine multiplication table printed on it, and was looking at the intersection while carrying it on her back. Finally, the familiar car shadow came into the eyes of the little girl. The old dark blue Yulon RV that arrived belatedly was parked beside the yellow line at the school gate. A middle-aged man opened the door and got out of the car, walking quickly towards the little girl.Although he still had a cough after taking the medicine, the man had a sorry smile on his face. The little girl turned her head away, ungrateful. "If you are ten minutes late, you will not behave well!" The little girl pouted. "Haha, is Fang Lin good today?" The middle-aged man squatted down and stroked the little girl's head. "Hmph, of course Fang Lin is the best!" The little girl pinched the middle-aged man's cheek. The middle-aged man pretended to be in pain, which made the little girl burst out laughing. "Don't be late again next time, tick." "Okay, tick, tick, ding-dong!" The middle-aged man helped the little girl carry the big schoolbag, stood up, and took her little hand vigorously. While listening to the little girl bouncing and reciting the ninety-nine multiplication table, she happily walked towards the car. "Go home!" "Yeah, come home!" B The girl's eyes are swollen. The barber shop opens at ten o'clock, and the girl has to go in with the key at nine thirty every day for simple cleaning. The proprietress and the other seniors hadn't come yet, so the girl turned on the fan by herself and sprayed Wenjie to wipe the mirror. It was impossible for the guests to appear at the time, but the door was pushed open, and the familiar sound of wind chimes sounded. The old man who entered the door had a strange big bald head and a neat suit. He stood by the door with a large bouquet of flowers in embarrassment.Not only did the time monster appear, but the bunch of flowers was incompatible with the aura he exuded. Not only the bald old man looked embarrassed, but the girl with swollen eyes was also embarrassed. You look at me, I look at you, I really don't know how to start for a while. "That... this." The bald-headed old man took out from his pocket with a flushed face two tickets that were messed up with tape. Tonight's time, best seats. Seeing the face that was most unlikely to be red like fire, the girl secretly wanted to laugh. "Didn't the ball game start at six o'clock?" The girl glared at him. "I think... we must have dinner first." The old man said solemnly. "It's only ten o'clock in the morning." "Then let's have lunch together, the stinky tofu stall at the end of the street is delicious." "..." "After eating stinky tofu, let's go to a movie, and then go to dinner after watching the movie. After dinner, we will watch baseball, and after watching baseball, we will go to supper. During the supper, I arranged a group of young men to pretend to be molested." You, and then I will fight ten heroes to save the beauty." The old man said more and more smoothly, and finally recovered his usual tone: "After the fight, I will go to a nearby motel with you to apply some medicine, and then I will see you I will do whatever you want with me." "Go to hell!" The old man put a large bouquet of flowers on the counter.With nothing in his hands, he was a little overwhelmed. The girl was still holding the cleaning cloth and the rag in her hand, and she didn't know what to do next. Is the air that has finally become familiar with it going to be cold again? "It's a long time before lunch." The girl stared dryly, trying to come up with this sentence. "Then help me wash this bald head." The old man sat down, taking his old seat. Covering him with a blanket, squeezing a tub of shampoo in her hand, the girl stood behind the old man, posing. Looking at the big bald head full of scars, the girl didn't secretly cover her mouth like a little girl. She laughed. For tonight's date, I'm really looking forward to the old man's ten-for-one! -Finish- —The karma is not over—