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"Ah..." A dry moan came from behind the curtain, it should be from the owner of that hand.
Generally speaking, if the protagonist in a horror movie encounters this situation, he is likely to scream out of fright, and sit down on the ground as soon as his legs become weak.
But Feng Bujue was very calm, his reasoning didn't stop for a moment...
"The left hand has obvious wrinkles on the back of the hand. The nails are dry and thick. It looks like an old man's hand, but the grip is amazing. The veins under the skin are raised, and there are a lot of puncture marks near the veins, which indicate perennial infusion. The skin color is not normal, and it is scattered Smells like formalin; it's no coincidence that I was able to grasp my wrist precisely through the curtain..."
Brother Jue rolled his eyes and his mind raced.
At this moment, there are three plans in his mind: first, pick up the jackknife and stab it; second, twist the backhand, pull the opponent out, and throw it over his shoulder; third, pull the curtain to see Let's talk...
Considering that his current combat power is no different from that of ordinary people... Feng Bujue finally chose a safer method. So he stretched out his other hand (the knife was still in the palm of his hand), pinched the long curtain beside the bed with his index finger and thumb, and pulled it sideways.
buzz...
The plastic ring at the top of the curtain slid across the iron bar, making a strange buzzing sound.
The person on the hospital bed also quickly appeared in front of Feng Bujue...
On the whole, it was an old man who looked like a mummy. He was lying on his back on the bed, wearing a light blue hospital gown, his complexion was pale, and his whole body was stiff.
At the first glance, Brother Jue knew that the person in front of him was probably not a "living person". Because there were hundreds of infusion tubes inserted into the old man's body surface...
The ends of those tubes were all connected to the wall above the head of the bed, and black liquid was still flowing in the tubes. The needles at the front end of the infusion tube were all pierced into the old man's skin at a 90-degree angle, almost covering his whole body. The positions where the needles were stuck were: forehead, neck, torso (through the clothes), soles of the feet, etc. It’s nothing more than tubes inserted in these places. The most amazing thing is...even his two eyeballs are inserted with infusions Regardless... that's a veritable "it hurts to look at it".
"Uh..." The old man held on to Brother Jue's wrist, and turned his head slowly. Although he had needles stuck in both of his eyeballs, he still "looked" at Brother Jue, and said with difficulty, "Okay." Thirsty... I'm so thirsty... "
"Old man." Feng Bujueyu said earnestly, "'You can take medicine without injections, and you can have injections without infusions', have you heard the words? How many times has the World Health Organization emphasized..."
"I'm so thirsty..." The old man ignored him and continued to speak his lines.
Feng Bujue sighed, followed the routine of NC: "Okay... let me get you some water?"
"I want to drink... cold beer..." the old man replied.
"Old man, have you ever heard the saying 'If you want to work, you need your liver'?" Feng Bujue said, "Is it appropriate to drink alcoholic beverages in your state?" He looked up at the wall above the bed, "Speaking of... What the hell is going through the wall into you? Petroleum or Coke?"
"Dr. Pepper..." the old man replied.
"That's really hard work for you..." Feng Bujue said with twitching corners of his mouth.
(Dr. Pepper is the name of a soft drink. The English name is Dr_epper, and it is also translated as Pengquan, Dr. Piper, etc. This drink has a large number of loyal supporters around the world due to its unique taste with mixed reviews. Its taste is very subtle, It was spoofed as "the drink for agnostics" in South Park.)
"I want to drink... cold beer..." the old man repeated again.
"Okay... Got it..." During the conversation, Feng Bujue kept trying to pull away the other party's hand, but to no avail. Therefore, he can basically judge that this is a side mission that must be accepted once it is triggered, "I Here you go."
"Thank you... Thank you..." The old man let go of Brother Jue's wrist when he heard these words.
At the same time, the system prompt also came: [Submission has been triggered]
In the task bar, a new line of instructions was added: [Buy a bottle of cold beer from the vending machine in the restaurant lobby, and bring it to Mr. Harper in Ward 216.]
"Oh, you are Mr. Harper, right..." Feng Bujue looked at the game menu, and said to the old man in front of him, "Can you tell me by the way, how to get to the restaurant?"
"So thirsty... so thirsty..." Harper moaned softly, ignoring Brother Vision's question.
"Hmm... very good." Feng Bujue flicked the wrist that was sore from being grasped, shrugged and said, "There is no hint at all, it's so fucking funny."
Although he was forced to accept the side mission, Feng Bujue still hesitated to complete it.
"Theoretically, if I stay in this room until dawn, I'll pass the level..." Feng Bujue thought, "But judging by the nature of this script, I shouldn't be allowed to be in the same place Hanging around too long. Hanging too long in the corridors will attract Chad, and hanging too long in the wards might attract something else...”
By the time he thought of this, he had reached the second bed, the one next to Mr. Harper's.
This time, Feng Bujue simply tore open the curtain directly. But there was nothing on this bed.
"Hmph... would I be fooled by this?" Brother Jue sneered and took out his sunglasses.
In the next five minutes, he used the perspective of sunglasses and naked eyes to carefully look at the top, bottom, left, right, and every corner of the entire hospital bed; he also looked at and touched the bed sheets over and over again. , After smelling it, it was almost time to put it in his mouth to taste it... After finishing all this, he still didn't give up, and even tapped the bed frame with a pocket knife, trying to find out if there was a key or something hidden inside.
In the end, after all this tossing and a lot of energy, he finally confirmed 100%... This is just an empty bed used as a decoration for the scene.
"OK, next one." Brother Jue didn't seem to care about this, even though he was doing useless work, he also looked like he was enjoying it.
"Hey, I said, buddy." Just as Feng Bujue was about to walk towards the third bed, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, which sounded like a middle-aged man's voice, "I'm here, behind you .”
Feng Bujue turned around when he heard the words, and followed the prestige. The voice came from the hospital bed in the middle on the other side of the room, which was also tightly surrounded by hanging curtains.
"Are you calling me?" Brother Jue asked tentatively.
"That's right," the voice said back. "Can you come here?"
"Okay." Feng Bujue said, and tiptoed over. After approaching a certain distance, he suddenly stretched out his hand, quickly opened the curtain in front of the hospital bed, and shrank back like lightning.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged uncle sitting on the bed looked at Brother Jue and read, his eyes seemed to say: "Is this kid sick?"
Feng Bujue looked him up and down, and immediately asked, "Uh... are you a vampire?"
He would ask this because the other person's features are quite obvious, that face is basically exactly the same as the classic vampire image in Disney cartoons. White face, red lips, back of the head, fangs, thin face, cold temperament. If this guy was wearing a suit instead of a hospital gown, Brother Jue wouldn't even ask...
"Hey, boy, do you know it's impolite to ask?" Uncle Vampire replied, "Are you a racist?"
"No, no... Pretend I didn't say anything." Feng Bujue hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head.
"My name is Richard Sutherland, you can call me Earl," said the Earl.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Another sharp voice sounded from the bed on the earl's right, that is, the bed directly opposite Mr. Harper, "he is not an earl."
"Shut up! You drunkard!" shouted the count to the side.
The voice known as "The Drunkard" shot back: "Earls have castles! Have you?"
"That's nonsense!" retorted the Count. "Who stipulated it?"
"That's it anyway!" replied the drunkard.
When the two of them were arguing, Feng Bujue moved a few steps sideways, and opened the curtain beside the "drunkard"'s bed.
On the bed, sat a green-skinned, extremely short creature with pointed nose and pointed ears, big eyes and big mouth, there was no doubt... he was a goblin. Moreover, he was also wearing a set of hospital gowns at this time.
"What are you doing? Don't you know to respect other people's privacy?" The goblin yelled at Feng Bujue after the curtain was opened.
"I'm sorry... I didn't expect a person who eavesdropped and joined other people's conversations without authorization to pay attention to privacy." Feng Bujue refuted the other party with a powerful point of view.
"Uh..." The goblin was speechless for a moment.
"Haha..." the earl laughed, "You're going to be deflated! Victor, you have today too!"
"Oh... your name is Victor?" Feng Bujue took over the conversation and asked.
"It's the great Victor Reedworks!" Victor replied, "A well-known trade tycoon!"
"He's just smuggling all kinds of wine and arms." The earl said from the side.
"Stop rambling! You fake aristocrat!"
"Shut up! You black-hearted speculator!"
The two of them quickly quarreled with you and me.
Feng Bujue sighed, watched for a while, and waited for the two people's speaking frequency to slow down a little, before he said to the earl: "So... why did you ask me to come here? "
"Oh, that's right." The earl turned his head back and said, "Are you going to help Harper get beer? I want you to stop by the blood bank and bring me some blood plasma. It's best not too much. It doesn't need much. The bag will suffice."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue replied weakly, "If you want to suck blood... isn't there a ready-made goblin next to you?"
"Hey!" Victor shouted dissatisfied immediately.
"It's too barbaric. Sucking blood directly from a living thing is simply animal behavior." The earl looked at Brother Jue with puzzled eyes, "Young man, have you watched too many violent movies?"
"Heh...hehe..." Feng Bujue twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed a few times, "In a sense, your answer reassures me a lot."
"Oh! By the way, if you are going to the blood bank, please help me bring something back." Victor said at this time, "Yesterday, I lost a key. I guess it is in the pediatrics department on the first floor. I lost it in the emergency room, if you can find it for me, I can reward you handsomely!"
"No problem!" Feng Bujue agreed in one gulp. The most crucial part of Victor's whole sentence is undoubtedly the last five words...
"I won't let you run in vain." The count said, "You bring me the blood, and I will give you something in exchange."
"Okay, okay." Feng Bujue also figured it out now, anyway, he has to go out for a run, so why not take some more tasks at once, collect all the things and come back.
[Submissions have been triggered]
As a result, the system prompt came, and two new tasks appeared in Brother Jue's task bar.
[Get two packs of plasma from the blood bank and bring it to Earl Richard Sutherland in Ward 216.]
[Find Victor's key in the Pediatric Clinic on 1F, and return it to Victor Reedworks in Ward 216.]
"Finally... I have a question." Feng Bujue looked at the two in front of him and asked, "I see that both of you have healthy hands and feet and are not restrained in any way. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I have cirrhosis of the liver, so I can't walk around." Victor replied.
The Earl's reply was even more straightforward, just two words: "Anemia." RS
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