At this time, I was stopped by the traffic police. I watched the three traffic policemen approaching me. I was wondering what reason they would give to tow me away. But they looked at the license plate number of the car, took out a phone and said a few words. Then they turned around and left. I was stunned. I suddenly remembered that Wang Li was a gangster boss. This car belonged to him. Those policemen had just confirmed it. After knowing it, they left immediately. They were afraid of getting themselves into trouble. I shook my head, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, I ran inside and saw several yawning doctors. I immediately took out my credentials from the Paranormal Investigation Team and said to them, "I am a police officer. Several of my colleagues are injured. Treat them immediately."
At first, the doctors had no reaction when they saw me come in. But when they heard that I was a police officer, they were all very excited. Then I took Wang Li and the other three in to give blood transfusions to those who needed them and surgery to those who needed them. I was free all of a sudden. I came to the ward where Yi Xinxing was receiving a blood transfusion. I leaned against the bed and fell asleep without realizing it.
To be honest, I have rarely known what dreams feel like since I graduated from college. Maybe it is really like what Cui Zuofei said. We Taoists generally do not dream. The only two or three times I have had dreams since I graduated from college were dreams that predicted the future. Some people may think that it is good not to dream. As soon as you close your eyes, it will be dawn. In fact, it is not like that. It has been a long time since I last dreamed. I miss the feeling of flying in the sky when I dream. I remember when I was a child, I wanted to fly in my dreams. I could ride on clouds and mist in my dreams. But every time I flew to the middle of the sky, I could not fly. Instead, I fell from the sky. Sometimes I urinated next to the lake or stream in the dream, and I wet the bed when I woke up. Speaking of it, a person’s dreams as a child actually have the function of predicting. It’s just that I was young at that time and didn’t think about these things in detail.
The next day, I was woken up by Cui Zuofei. I opened my eyes and saw myself lying beside Yi Xinxing's bed. The room was empty. Yi Xinxing was not there. Instead, Cui Zuofei handed me a bowl of porridge. I took it and swallowed it in one gulp without thinking. I couldn't help it. I was too hungry. I was too tired yesterday.
But I vomited it right after I drank it. It wasn't because it was hot. It was because I felt that what I drank was not porridge, but his uncle's loneliness. Cui Zuofei, this bastard. It seems that the price of salt has dropped again recently. I put at least five spoons of salt in this small bowl. He dared to give this porridge to people to drink. He was not afraid of poisoning people.
Cui Zuofei looked at me and said angrily, "What a quilt! I spent the whole morning tinkering with this and you just vomited it out like that."
"I'm sorry. You're just wasting the rice by making porridge." I said without any politeness.
"No, I made it today and both Wang Li and Huangpu Duan said it was delicious." Cui Zuofei said, shaking his head.
I felt contempt in my heart. Wang Li was obviously too embarrassed to speak. When Huangpu Duan and his men were special forces, they probably ate all kinds of small animals and insects raw. Although your porridge is a bit outrageous, it is still within his tolerance. Suddenly I saw that Yi Xinxing was not in **, so I asked carefully: "Old Yi is not here. Could it be that your porridge poisoned him and he went to the operating room to wash his intestines?"
Cui Zuofei looked at me with contempt and said, "Old Yi really likes it. He swallowed a whole bowl in one breath. Didn't he go to the toilet to rinse his mouth after eating?"
I looked at Cui Zuofei and sighed. I really didn't know whether to say he was naive or innocent.
"Forget it, Brother Cui. Let's go out for dinner later. I'll treat you." I took out my wallet and looked at it. I still had some money. It should be enough to have a meal.
"Okay. Haha. I want to eat KFC." Cui Zuofei said immediately.
"Han. Brother Cui. Why do you eat that? It's not nutritious. And it's a rip-off. You might as well drink your porridge." I said to Cui Zuofei. Actually, what I said was not groundless. I remember Yanjing went to KFC once. At that time, KFC was going to sell rice bowls. It was also called "the taste of mom". After Yanjing finished eating, he commented: This is how your mom's cooking tastes. Your mom only gives you this much rice. Your mom is a stepmother. She eats your sister.
We were very happy at that time. It's not that we support domestic products. But we don't know why so many people like to eat junk food like KFC. Food like KFC is junk food in the eyes of foreigners. But in China, they are regarded as treasures. I remember hearing a junior high school student say that he was used to eating KFC every day. He would be hungry if he didn't eat KFC for a day. When I heard it, I felt that this guy was born decades earlier and was a Dong Cunrui, a guy who worships foreign things. According to him, he has eaten rice for more than ten years. Why doesn't he say he is hungry when he doesn't eat it
Many primary school students, middle school students, and even many college students are like this now. They always feel that things abroad are better. When they go out with their friends, they always feel that it is better to go to foreign restaurants. But honestly speaking, can those things really fill you up? They just pretend to be cool and act like an artistic youth.
I just like eating in Chinese restaurants. Supporting domestic products is one thing, but it is also a matter of habit. I am used to eating Chinese food. At least I am not like some people who, after eating Chinese food for more than ten years, eat one or two Western meals or some foreign junk food and immediately praise Western food or junk food for being delicious.
Some people keep saying they love their country, but they keep using foreign products in many aspects. As far as I know, Japanese people never use electrical appliances from other countries, but only use their own.
Ahem. Never mind. I've gone off topic. When I heard Cui Zuo insisted on going to KFC, I immediately shook my head and said, "Forget it. It's better to starve than to eat that."
"Haha. I know you don't like those foreign things. Let's go downstairs and eat noodles with soybean paste." Cui Zuofei patted my shoulder and said.
At this time, Yi Xinxing also came out of the toilet. I could clearly see that Yi Xinxing's lips were swollen. I don't know how many times he brushed them. The porridge made by Cui Zuofei was indeed a bit creepy. After chatting for a while, they put on their clothes and went out to eat. Yi Xinxing was slightly injured. Only the capillaries on his skin were broken. It was not too serious. However, Shi Zhenhang and Wang Li were seriously injured. Both of them lost too much blood. They are under observation now.