What happened next was naturally another wave of panic. The crowd gathered around and took pictures. The doctors and nurses immediately rushed out and carried the lame man in for treatment.
In the eyes of the players, no matter how intelligent and human-like the AI was, it could not erase the dullness and dullness of its nature. For example, in the current hospital, did they ever wonder how many times these patients had come in for treatment?
One could imagine that as long as nothing too ridiculous happened, even if Old Daoist Zhou Ze and Bodhisattva entered the operating theater ten times a day for resuscitation, it would not arouse any suspicion from the relevant parties.
Zhou Ze flicked the ash off his cigarette. He felt a little regretful. Kids nowadays only knew how to play games instead of learning good things.
Why not play with a knife?
What a manly man!
The game console was heavy, and it had broken open the lame man's head. However, there was no guarantee that the treatment would be ineffective. If the child next door had been grabbing a knife …
Then the game would be over.
He walked back to the bed and put out the cigarette in a disposable paper cup.
Then he lay down on the bed.
To be honest,
In the past, in the study room,
Zhou Ze spent most of his time lying on the couch, sunbathing and reading the newspaper.
Although it was still the same now, lying on the hospital bed to bask in the sun and play with his mobile phone, newspapers were also easy to buy.
But because there was no atmosphere like in the study room, it was more like being in prison.
It was as if they were all on Didi.
He took orders day and night just to pay the mortgage.
One was purely because living in the villa was too lonely, so he came out to find someone to chat with.
How could they be the same?
Because he was worried that he would run into him again, Zhou Ze did not deliberately ask the lame man what happened in the end.
The old Daoist and the other party fought back and forth.
At least..,
Before the old Daoist priest sacrificed himself to the point of death,
Zhou Ze felt that it was better for him not to interfere.
As usual, he ordered lunch and the hospital cafeteria would deliver it.
The old priest said that he wanted to nourish himself, so he ordered chicken soup, fish soup, and turtle soup.
In addition, there were three stir-fried dishes and a big bowl of rice.
Zhou Ze ordered a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork with rice and a bottle of vinegar.
Without the Red Spider Lily Oral Solution, the only thing left to do was to deal with work. There was no enjoyment to speak of at all.
He drank half a bottle of vinegar first. Before the cramps in his stomach subsided, he quickly ate the rice.
One meal was enough.
His body was also covered with a layer of sweat.
The old Taoist ate with relish. No matter what happened, he always seemed to be able to face life with a smile.
He finished all three bowls of soup, and there was no food left. After finishing his meal, he rubbed his stomach. Just as he was about to get up to clear the dishes, Zhou Ze got up first and helped them clear the lunch boxes.
"Boss, how can we …"
"I'm fine. Just focus on recuperating."
"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."
The old Taoist was very touched.
After throwing away the trash, Zhou Ze went to brush his teeth. He had no choice but to brush his teeth. Otherwise, his mouth would taste jealous.
He thought for a moment.
There was a lot of dust on his body during the day.
Zhou Ze decided to take another shower.
But in the bath,
Zhou Ze kept one hand on the railing, afraid that the old Daoist priest would sacrifice him again. Although the possibility was low, it was never wrong to be careful.
In such an environment, any carelessness could cost one's life.
Zhou Ze changed into a patient's gown and walked out while drying his hair. He was stunned by what he saw.
At this moment, the old Daoist was lying on the sickbed, foaming at the mouth, and his body was twitching non-stop.
"Old Daoist, Old Daoist?"
Zhou Ze immediately rushed to the bedside.
The old Daoist stretched out his arm. He wanted to say something, but he could not say anything.
Combined with the old Daoist's symptoms, there was a high chance that it was food poisoning, and it was the kind of serious food poisoning.
Ordinary food poisoning, such as food that was not clean and had gone bad, would cause diarrhea and abdominal pain. It was also the so-called "food poisoning".
However, that kind of serious food poisoning could kill people in a short period of time!
Zhou Ze immediately pressed the bell.
Soon.
A nurse walked over and pushed open the door. When she saw the reaction of the patient on the bed, she was stunned.
This nurse was quite young. It seemed that she had just started working. If it was an experienced nurse, what kind of Western scene had she not seen before?
"Food poisoning. Inform the doctor. Prepare for gastric lavage. Quick!"
"Oh, okay!"
The doctors and nurses immediately rushed in. The old Daoist priest was carried onto a stretcher and pushed to treatment.
Zhou Ze went to the trash can and picked up all the lunch boxes that he had thrown away earlier. He handed them to the nurse. If there were no surprises, the problem should have come from the lunch that he had ordered.
After doing all of this.
Zhou Ze could only sit outside the operating theater and wait.
Half an hour later, before the surgery was over, the police rushed over.
It should have been the hospital who called the police immediately. After all, it was their own patient who had an accident. The clues provided by the patient pointed to the food bought from the hospital. The nature of this matter was no longer a matter of whether to suppress it or not.
It didn't matter if you suppressed the accident in the elevator that night. After all, no one was really in trouble. It was just a false alarm.
However, food poisoning in the hospital was already much worse and more serious. No one dared to suppress it.
The middle-aged police officer asked Zhou Ze to make a brief statement before leaving. He should have gone to the cafeteria to investigate.
Zhou Ze really did not care much about the source of the food poisoning, because the old Daoist priest was already poisoned.
Just like last night when the Bodhisattva was almost torn apart by the elevator and the lame man's head was blown off by his phone.
Everyone was fighting in the mode of "Death is coming."
The old Daoist's loss.
He had already eaten it.
Then he went to investigate the cause and the person responsible.
It was definitely meaningful to society and the hospital.
But to Zhou Ze and the old Daoist, it was really useless.
Finally.
The surgery was over.
The old Daoist was pushed out.
"How's the situation?" Zhou Ze immediately stood up and asked.
"Because it was discovered in time and treated in time, his life is temporarily out of danger. However, the patient has not woken up yet. We also need to observe him for 24 hours."
Zhou Ze nodded and asked,
"What kind of poison was it?"
The doctor pushed his glasses.
He guessed.
"It's very likely that it's dichlorvos."
The doctor did not choose to hide it from Zhou Ze. After all, the police were here. It was impossible for the leader to suppress it.
As for the reaction of the family members of the poisoned person and to buy time for the hospital to deal with the emergency, the doctor really did not care. He was not the director, so he could not be bothered to care about these things.
This kind of doctor was very common in the hospital. After all, doctors relied on their skills (medical skills) to make a living. If they did not plan to take the administrative route, even the director would not bother to pay attention to them.
There were even some doctors who were at the level of a cow that the hospital leaders needed to take the initiative to lick.
Zhou ze nodded.
He smiled.
He said.
"I can't visit him now, right?"
"No, let's wait for the patient's condition to stabilize."
After saying that,
The doctor heaved a sigh of relief.
He scolded.
"Our hospital's cafeteria is contracted by the deputy director's nephew. Hehe, something happened this time..."
Zhou Ze couldn't be bothered to stay here with this doctor.
He went straight to the intensive care unit.
The ICU was the intensive care unit.
The old priest had already been pushed in.
As a family member, Zhou Ze could not go in without permission.
This was because the ICU was considered a "Military Important Area" in the hospital. Even if you were the chief surgeon, it was difficult for you to command the medical staff in the ICU to do things. They often had their own professionalism and pride.
Zhou Ze sat down on the bench in the corridor.
When he was taking a shower, he was still thinking that as long as the old priest did not play him to death, there was no need for him to do anything.
Who knew.
Not long after he thought about it,
The old priest had already pushed himself to the point where he was on the verge of death.
At this moment, there was no need to worry about whether it was the old priest's new round of work or the Bodhisattva's counterattack. Let's see who could kill who first.
This was a game.
A game of life and death.
"Patient's family?" A young doctor walked up to Zhou Ze and asked.
"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.
The young doctor did not say anything. Seeing that Zhou Ze was so well-behaved, he looked through the glass window and went to do his own work.
Zhou Ze stood up.
He did not know where he should go.
Should he go back to the ward or continue to stay here?
It seemed that neither side was suitable.
Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the office next door. After the young doctor came out, the two nurses seemed to have something to do and walked out. There happened to be no one in the office.
Zhou Ze went into the office and found the medical records on the desk. He quickly flipped through them.
Because the ICU had high requirements for hardware and software, there were not many beds in the ICU in most hospitals. Sometimes, doctors had to go to see if there were any beds available before performing surgery. If it was not an emergency, they would ask the patient to wait and book a bed.
So.
Not long after,
Zhou Ze flipped to the target he was looking for.
He glanced at the bed number in the room.
Zhou Ze quickly left the office and walked down the corridor.
Finally.
He stopped.
In the ward opposite him.
There was a person lying.
A Bodhisattva who was burned by fire.
If he could, Zhou Ze would not hesitate to rush in and forcefully relieve the "Patient" from the pain and send him to the Western Paradise.
But the rules of the game were not like that.
If he did that.
It would be equivalent to exposing himself.
And the people you killed.
It was not the real them.
In the mortal game, whoever left the mortal realm first would be out.
Under this premise, it was a game of cat and mouse.
Zhou Ze pursed his lips.
This was the first time he experienced this kind of feeling of being close but far away.
Hmm.
It was like an online relationship.
At this moment.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Zhou Ze:
"What are you doing here?"