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Chapter 75: Tang poetry

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"Hey, Zhou Ze, you've changed. Are you still a human? You were the one who said she killed those two people before, and you're the one who wants to save her now! Let me accompany you to catch the murderer, and let me accompany you to bring the murderer back.

What on earth do you take me for?!"

Back in the bookstore, Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze's back and muttered.

No, to be exact, all the way down from the building, Xu Qinglang had not stopped his verbal attacks, chattering on and on as if he was criticizing an unscrupulous husband who had been fooling around outside for several nights and did not come home and did not even give her living expenses.

Bai Yingying was sitting behind the counter playing with her cell phone. She no longer dared to turn on the computer to play games. The occasional power outages were really unacceptable.

Zhou Ze originally had no intention of paying attention to Xu Qinglang. He didn't have the time to do so now. However, Xu Qinglang seemed to be addicted to talking nonsense. Zhou Ze turned around, pointed a finger at his nose, and said directly:

"What do I take you for? Haven't you heard the saying that if you don't investigate, you have no right to speak

I don't know her, but I know her friend, and I owe that person a favor. I want to ask you, is this reason enough?"

"The two dead people..."

"Do I know the two dead people?" Zhou Ze asked, "What does it have to do with me? Am I Joan of Arc or Hai Rui? Do I ask the locals to build a temple for me to give me merit and incense

I am just an unlucky guy who was hit and killed by a retard who hired a killer, and then I accidentally possessed the body of this retard!

I am not a human being, I am just a ghost, so please, Mr. Xu, who owns more than 20 houses, don't use your universal values to demand me!

Do you need me to give? Do you need me to pursue truth and facts

Then please shout when the pen was poking your neck just now: Shoot at me!

You can't even do it yourself, and you still have the nerve to blame others

I am a ghost. For a long time I didn't even have a legal identity. Under this premise, you still ask me to serve everyone, but when will everyone serve me?"

"you… "

"What do you mean by 'you'? Didn't you break the rules and force your parents' souls to stay here to enjoy the atmosphere of a family reunion

When you are doing this kind of thing, why don’t you think about the many bereaved families in the world who don’t receive the same treatment as you do

I don’t care whether she killed anyone or not. The favor I owed that person in Rongcheng is enough for me to turn a blind eye!

I don’t care if she is the murderer or not, as long as she promises to get my heart back, I am willing to help her with the treatment!

It’s that simple!

So, please take your arrogance, your self-righteousness, and your nobleness and roll away to the next door!"

Zhou Ze said all these words in one breath and let out a long sigh. To be honest, he has been really annoyed recently, especially after what happened with the monkey. He was really annoyed.

He shouldn't meddle in other people's business, he could even cover his eyes and pretend he saw nothing, that way he wouldn't have to make any decision and wouldn't let that old bastard take his heart away.

I bury my head in the sand like an ostrich, stick my head up, and sway.

Shouting that this world is so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful!

How wonderful!

How comfortable this is.

Xu Qinglang swallowed his saliva. Facing Zhou Ze's verbal counterattack, he was a little at a loss.

The scene became cold for a moment.

Bai Yingying watched from the side for a long time and didn't dare to interrupt.

Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze, saying, "There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart." The begonia was a little messy, then he waved his sleeves and turned to the door, but he stopped before pushing open the glass door and said,

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Tomato beef rice with strawberry juice, thank you." Zhou Ze answered without hesitation.

"good."

Xu Qinglang left and went to cook.

Bai Yingying stuck out her tongue and then covered her nose.

Zhou Ze looked at her and said, "If you say you smell something sour again, then the toilet is clogged again. Flush the toilet three more times."

Bai Yingying immediately shook her head, "It's very sweet."

Just then, a van stopped in front of the bookstore.

"Go move some stuff."

At Zhou Ze's command, Bai Yingying went out and moved two boxes in. The van dropped off the things and left.

"What's in it?" Bai Yingying asked.

"Simple surgical instruments." Zhou Ze opened one of the boxes and took out a pair of gloves and put them on himself.

"Boss, how did you get it delivered?"

“I was a doctor in my previous life.”

"Um, then what?"

"Then of course I know which director smuggled medical equipment and collected bribes for his own benefit. It's easy to call him and threaten him to send some inexpensive equipment."

"Is this possible?" Bai Yingying was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to react.

"Move the things upstairs." Zhou Ze said, and went upstairs first.

On the straw mat on the second floor, the woman was lying there, and the old Taoist was squatting beside her with a cigarette in his mouth. When Zhou Ze came over, the old Taoist said with some concern:

"Brother, is there any plan?"

"Then you can send him to the hospital and then be discovered by those ghost messengers."

The old Taoist said nothing more.

Bai Yingying came up carrying a box in each hand, not taking it seriously at all. Sometimes Zhou Ze would feel that he was at a loss. If he had run a construction team instead of a bookstore, he would definitely make a profit by having Bai Yingying as his subordinate, and he could save on excavators and bulldozers.

After everything was ready and the instruments were sterilized, Zhou Ze began to prepare for the operation.

"Brother, don't you want to use anesthesia?" the old Taoist reminded.

"She doesn't need anesthesia. Her mental will is terrifying."

Zhou Ze shook his head and used scissors to cut open the wound that the woman had hastily bandaged after being injured.

The treatment of these wounds cannot be considered bad, but these injuries are not ordinary, and ordinary bandages will not have any effect at all.

"That's true. It is said that she hadn't slept for half a year, but she managed to get through it." The old Taoist muttered nearby.

Zhou Ze pried open a wound on the woman's left arm, then fiddled with it with pliers. The woman showed no reaction, as if she was falling into a deep sleep.

Then, Zhou Ze used pliers to pick out a black feather from the wound and threw it on the metal plate held by Bai Yingying.

"Click..."

The feather was very soft, but it made a crisp sound when it fell.

"I remember that this feather should come from a black feather duster. A guy with a pale face and black clothes chased us with this."

"Black Impermanence?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know, a bit similar." The old Taoist replied.

Zhou Ze did not comment and continued to clean the wound.

Good guy,

I don't know how many strange things are embedded in this woman's body.

In the following time, Zhou Ze took out the broken talisman paper, darts carved with runes, and released silver mercury water, just like opening a grocery store with everything.

Bai Yingying and the old Taoist on the side were dazzled by what they saw.

During the treatment process, although the remaining things inside the wound were cleaned out one by one, for this body, it was no less than a secondary injury. Therefore, Zhou Ze was also paying attention to the woman's condition at all times.

Finally, when Zhou Ze took out the two pieces of red broken glass from the wound on the woman's lower abdomen, he found that a faint black mist was rising from the woman's body, and a shadow seemed to be floating out.

Only Zhou Ze could see this scene.

This is a sign that the body is almost collapsing and unable to sustain the soul. From a scientific point of view, it means that the patient is about to die despite failed rescue efforts.

Zhou Ze's right fingernail grew out, and he directly grabbed the black shadow and pressed it back into his body.

"Um… "

A faint voice was heard.

"Hold on for a while. There are still a few wounds that need to be treated. Then apply some medicine. Once you get through this, your body will slowly recover."

This was the most special operation Zhou Ze had ever performed since he became a doctor. Not to mention the complexity of the patient's injuries, the fact that he was able to treat the patient while suppressing the patient's soul that was about to leave his body would be enough to shock the entire medical community if it were made public.

This is almost like cheating, just like playing an arcade game where you can have countless coins to extend your life.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knew that this was because women’s souls were inherently strong. An ordinary person’s soul could be tormented once, but if it happened repeatedly, it would probably collapse directly.

From this perspective, the degree of this woman's tenacity is truly terrifying.

Zhou Ze was even a little curious. Even a woman next to him was so tough and formidable. So what did that guy who was stirring up trouble in Rongcheng look like

Birds of a feather flock together.

After treating the last wound and applying medicine on it, Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, she will have to rely on her own willpower to hold on. Once her body recovers slowly, the problem shouldn't be too serious.

In fact, if the old man who dug out his heart was still alive, it would be best to get some medicine from him. The wound on Zhou Ze's chest has healed without even a scar left.

Of course, Zhou Ze sometimes wondered whether the other party had really opened his stomach and dug out his heart

Or maybe, I was just falling into an illusion, but where did the painful feeling come from every time I wanted to do something against my own interests

The woman was placed up there. The old Taoist went to the restaurant next door to eat, and Bai Yingying went to play games. Only Zhou Ze was left here to check on the woman's condition.

About a few hours later, Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the side reading a book, suddenly noticed that the woman's eyelids moved, and then he saw the woman open her eyes.

The woman was looking at him.

He was also looking at the woman.

"How do you feel?" Zhou Ze asked.

The woman nodded slightly, indicating that her health was getting better.

"Hehe, what's your name?" Zhou Ze asked.

The woman was silent for a long time. When Zhou Ze was still wondering if her physical condition did not allow her to speak, the woman said:

"Tang...poetry..."

"My name is..." Zhou Ze paused and asked curiously:

"Every time you introduce yourself to others, do you often encounter someone who answers that your name is Song Ci?"