The early morning sun shines down, bringing the first warmth and beauty of the day.
On the first floor of the bookstore, near the window,
This time, for the first time ever, no one was lying there.
There was no coffee or tea on the coffee table as would have been the case at this time of the year.
There was no neatly ironed newspaper lying there.
There is no old man in a Taoist robe watching the long legs and hips on the aerobics video while doing exercises with "Hey, he ...
There is no man who looks better than a woman sitting there doing a "morning wake-up call" for his skin.
There are no maids bustling about,
There is no such lovely and ticklish "嘤嘤嘤" either.
In the corner,
There were no serious cosplay enthusiasts who sat there without moving but kept paying attention to the bookstore environment.
This bookstore,
It seems like something is missing.
… …
on the other hand,
Boss Zhou is very busy.
Very, very busy.
His lazy life had to take a break, not because he was determined to work hard, but because since that night, his own bookstore had almost become a lonely place for him.
oh,
wrong,
There is also a little monkey.
Wearing a white coat that he hadn't worn for a long time and holding a scalpel that he was a little unfamiliar with, Boss Zhou carefully helped the Taoist priest re-treat the wound and changed the bandage.
The old Taoist had several broken bones and serious external injuries. Although he was kept alive by the monkey's mud, his other injuries were somewhat complicated to treat.
Fortunately, although Boss Zhou had not been in the battlefield for a long time, he was an extremely good surgeon in his previous life. With him personally responsible for the treatment, the problem was not very serious.
The old Taoist has woken up before. He woke up for a while a while ago and fell asleep again immediately. Sleep is actually very important when the body needs to recover. Sometimes when the old Taoist wakes up in pain in the middle of the night and groans, the little monkey will run over to feed him some water or give him some small pieces of fruit to eat.
When Zhou Ze changed the dressing today, the old Taoist was awake and seemed to be recovering well.
The old Taoist has always raised the little monkey as his grandson, and the monkey has reciprocated the favor, at least making the old Taoist feel that he has someone to serve and accompany him when he is sick, which is not a loss.
Um,
In addition, Zhou Ze has recently helped the Taoist answer several calls. They were all from students or parents in the mountains who were sponsored by the Taoist, asking the Taoist why the funding for this month had not arrived yet. After answering the phone a few times, Zhou Ze simply turned off the phone.
Lao Xu was lying on the bed in the room receiving an IV. He did not have many external injuries, but some organs in his body had suffered varying degrees of damage. This damage was largely irreversible, at least modern medicine had no way to actively repair and restore it.
For his problem, Zhou Ze only adopted conservative treatment methods and said that everything would be decided after he wakes up.
Deadpool was placed in a glass container, and he was squirming on his own. Zhou Ze had nothing to worry about him. When he walked past him, he picked up a bottle of glucose next to him and poured half of it into his mouth. Watching those pieces of flesh squirming and squeezing each other really made people feel a tingling sensation on their scalp.
Fortunately, Boss Zhou has gotten used to it. He drank the remaining half bottle of glucose while walking. Even though a week has passed, Zhou Ze is still not used to starting work early in the morning.
Bai Yingying's ward was the most exquisite, and the furnishings inside had been rearranged in a pink theme, with many paper cranes and other things hanging on it.
For him, there is no need to undergo any surgery or other treatment. Modern medicine teaches people how to treat human problems, but there is no discipline to treat zombies.
Putting down the bottle of glucose, Zhou Ze sat down next to Bai Yingying. His nails had grown a little bit longer, and he began to give her massage therapy.
Only her own fingernails could stimulate her, which was a bit similar to acupuncture. Ordinary massage was not even a tickle to her.
The massage lasted for about forty minutes, and sweat broke out on Zhou Ze's forehead. He immediately covered Bai Yingying with a blanket and went downstairs to the bathroom to take a shower.
Zhou Ze, who had changed his clothes, came up with a towel and a plastic basin, and returned to Bai Yingying's bedroom. He first took off her clothes, then wiped her body with a towel dipped in hot water.
In the past, Bai Yingying helped me do this kind of thing, but this time it was my turn to do it for her.
Yingying's injuries, at least on the outside, had recovered, but her internal injuries and loss of vitality were still enormous.
In this regard, Zhou Ze could only hold her in his arms while sleeping every night, trying to transfer some more evil spirit to her, but for some reason, he failed for several consecutive nights.
The girl's body was very beautiful, like a work of art from the Creator. Boss Zhou was not Liu Xiahui, so it would be a lie to say that he was not moved at all. But he was able to control his inner fantasies and finish what he was supposed to do.
Boss Zhou patrols each patient twice a day, and by the time he finishes, it is already afternoon. He really feels like he is back to work in the hospital.
Moreover, it feels good to go back to his old job. Zhou Ze even wondered whether he should open a clinic in the future.
I went back to the first floor, poured myself a glass of ice water, drank it slowly, and half-lay down to take a rest.
There was a taxi parked outside the door. The little girl jumped out and walked into the bookstore.
These days,
Zhou Ze was responsible for taking care of the patients, and the task of investigating the old man's affairs was given to Xiong Loli.
As for the old man's "beef ball" corpse, Zhou Ze cremated it directly except for leaving a few pieces of meat as specimens. He couldn't possibly leave the old man's corpse intact. It would be troublesome if something unexpected happened again.
"What did you find out?"
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.
“It’s still the same as before. The old man had indeed died a long time ago and his account was cancelled. I also visited some elderly people and they could confirm this.
As for whether the identity was borrowed, although the old man has no direct descendants, I found a nephew of his and used the scraps of meat you left behind to extract DNA for comparison, proving that the two are indeed related by blood.”
"So, it's not a borrowed identity, but it's really him?"
"Yes."
"That's interesting. A great figure in metaphysics who has been carrying his previous identity documents and has a well-documented first half of his life, what is the purpose of doing this and making such arrangements?"
"I don't know either."
At this time, the little monkey suddenly ran down from upstairs, grabbed Zhou Ze's clothes and started squeaking.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.
But the little monkey kept pulling Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded, followed the little monkey up to the second floor, and entered the room where the Taoist priest was.
The old Taoist had his eyes open at this time, and his complexion was okay. When he saw Zhou Ze coming in, he said seriously:
"Boss, please forgive me, I am injured and cannot salute you."
Zhou Ze's mouth twitched.
Suddenly I wanted to go up and beat him up again.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Boss, I want to get out of bed and walk around. I've been lying in bed for more than a week. I want to go out and breathe some fresh air."
This is a very normal request from an elderly person.
Whether in the hospital, in a nursing home, or in front of children,
This is a perfectly normal request.
However,
Zhou Ze is not a nurse, nor a caregiver, nor is he the child of an experienced person.
You let Zhou Ze do nothing and push the old Taoist out for a walk and a chat, and sigh at the infinite beauty of the sunset.
This is really too difficult for Boss Zhou.
"OK."
Zhou Ze agreed.
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment.
He just made this request tentatively, but he didn't expect the boss to agree!
For a time,
The old Taoist felt an urge to "die for his friend".
really,
A journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength, and a journey of a thousand miles reveals a person's true character.
The boss is a kind-hearted person, and all the hard work he put into the bookstore is worth it!
Zhou Ze helped the old Taoist up from the bed, slowly took him downstairs, and first placed him on the sofa.
The old Taoist feels very relieved.
While stroking the monkey's head, he looked at Zhou Ze's back.
In a trance,
He seemed to have the feeling that his sons and grandsons were all around him.
certainly,
The old Taoist didn't dare to say such words, otherwise he would probably be beaten up by Zhou Ze and lie back on the bed.
But then,
The old Taoist was dumbfounded.
He saw Zhou Ze pushing a wheelchair out from the inner grocery room.
This wheelchair,
It looks so familiar!
It seemed like it was the wheelchair that I had bought specifically for my boss.
No way.
No way.
That's impossible...
Zhou Ze came over and picked up the old Taoist.
"Boss, this... this..."
"What's wrong?"
"I suddenly feel that it's better for me to lie down in bed and rest. I'd better not go out and mess around, which will distract you, boss, right?"
"Go out and breathe some fresh air. It will be good for your recovery."
"Um... Boss, there's really no need. Don't bother with that." The Taoist priest's face was almost twisted into a knot.
"It's okay. It's no trouble."
"No, Boss, this is not allowed. This is the wheelchair I bought for you as a gift. How can I sit on it? It's not appropriate. It's not appropriate."
"It's okay. You're welcome."
Saying,
Zhou Ze put the old Taoist priest on the wheelchair.
"Lin Ke, open the door." Zhou Ze said.
Lin Ke, who was standing at the door, opened the door of the study.
“Don’t… don’t… don’t do this… Boss… No… You can’t… I… I refuse…”
Zhou Ze ignored the old Taoist's words.
Helped Lao Dan press the button.
The next moment,
The wheelchair began to beep and a beautiful song began to play:
"I have a little donkey that I never ride.
One day, I rode to the market on a whim.
I was holding a small whip in my hand and I was feeling very proud... "
The Taoist's face turned red, the same color as the monkey's butt. He really wanted to cry but had no tears. He had bought this wheelchair himself for Zhou Ze.
But he didn't expect that
I will sit on it one day.
“Beep, beep, beep…”
The electric wheelchair carried the Taoist priest out of the bookstore.
The Taoist priest sat in his electric wheelchair, playing nursery rhymes, and entered the busy South Street Pedestrian Street in broad daylight.
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