Chapter 75

"Hey, Zhou Ze, you have changed. Are you still human? It was you who said she killed those two people before, and now it is you who want to save her! Let me accompany you to catch the murderer later, and let me accompany you to move the murderer back later.

What on earth do you think of me! "

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

No, to be exact, on the way down from the building, Xu Qinglang never stopped his mouth and chattered like a wicked husband who fooled around outside for a few nights and didn't even pay for his living expenses.

Bai Yingying is sitting behind the counter playing with her mobile phone. Now she doesn't dare to turn on the computer to play games. She cuts off power from time to time, which is really unacceptable.

Zhou zeben didn't plan to pay attention to Xu Qinglang. He didn't have this Kung Fu now, but Xu Qinglang seemed to be addicted. Zhou zeben turned directly, pointed to each other's nose and said directly:

"What do I think of you? Haven't you heard the saying that you have no say without investigation?

I don't know her, but I know her friend. I owe him a favor. I ask you, is this reason enough? "

"Those 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 Hairui? Did I ask the local people to set up a temple for me and give me merit incense?"?

I'm just a unlucky guy. I was killed by a mentally retarded man, and then I got attached to this mentally retarded person by mistake!

I'm not human, I'm just a ghost, so please don't ask me for your universal values, boss Xu, who has more than 20 houses!

You need me to give? You need me to pursue truth and truth?

Then please shout when you were poked in the neck by a pen just now: shoot at me!

I can't do it myself. How can I blame others?

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

"You..."

"What are you? Didn't you break the rules and force the souls of your parents to stay to enjoy the atmosphere of family reunion?

When you are doing such things, why don't you think that there are so many bereaved families in the world who can't get such treatment from you?

I don't care whether she killed or not. The one I owe Chengdu is enough to make me turn a blind eye!

I don't care whether she is the murderer or not. She promised to get my heart back, and I'm willing to help her treat!

It's so simple!

So, please roll to the next door with your arrogance, your self righteousness, and your loftiness! "

Zhou Ze finished these words in one breath and breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he has been really annoyed recently, especially after the monkey.

He shouldn't meddle. He can even cover his eyes as if he can't see anything, so he doesn't have to make any choices and won't be taken away by that old vegetable gang.

Learn to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich, pucker up and shake,

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

That's good,

How comfortable it 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 time.

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

Xu Qinglang stretched out his finger and pointed to Zhou Ze. His sorrow was no greater than his death. It was really a high wind. The residual begonias were a little messy. Then he waved his sleeve and turned to the door, but he still stopped when he pushed the glass door open and said:

"What would you like to eat at noon?"

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

"OK."

Xu Qinglang left and went to cook.

Bai Yingying stuck out her tongue and covered her nose.

Zhou Ze looked at her. "If you want to say that you smell something sour, it's that the toilet is blocked again. Brush the toilet three times."

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

Just then, a van stopped at the door of the bookstore.

"Go and move things."

Bai Yingying went out under Zhou Ze's order, brought in two boxes, put down her things in the van and left.

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

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

"Boss, how did you send it?"

"I was a doctor in my last life."

"Well, then?"

"Then, of course, I know which director smuggles medical devices and collects money to enrich his pockets. It's still a simple thing to call him and threaten him and ask him to send some inexpensive equipment."

"Is that ok?" Bai Yingying was stunned for a while, and it took a while to react.

"Bring things upstairs." Zhou Ze said, and went upstairs first.

On the straw mat on the second floor, the woman was lying there, and the Taoist priest squatted beside him with a cigarette in his mouth. When Zhou Ze came over, the Taoist priest was a little worried and said:

"Brother, is there a spectrum?"

"Then you can be sent to the hospital and found by those ghosts."

The old way no longer speaks.

Bai Yingying picked up a box in one hand and didn't take it seriously at all. Sometimes Zhou Ze would feel lost. If he didn't open a bookstore but a construction team, he would definitely make money with Bai Yingying, and he could save everything from excavators and bulldozers.

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

"Brother, don't you use anesthesia?" The old Taoist reminded nearby.

"She doesn't need anesthesia. Her spirit and will are terrible."

Zhou Ze shook his head and directly cut open the wound wrapped up after the woman was injured with scissors.

These wounds can't be treated badly, but these injuries are not ordinary, and ordinary bandages can't have any effect at all.

"It's true. It's said that she didn't sleep for half a year and finally survived." The old Taoist muttered beside him.

Zhou Ze opened a wound on the other side's left arm, and then poked it with pliers. The woman didn't respond, and she seemed to be falling into a deep sleep.

Then, Zhou Ze took a black feather out of the wound with pliers and threw it on the metal plate held by Bai Yingying.

"Cluck..."

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

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

"Black impermanence?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know. It's a bit like." The Taoist replied.

Zhou Ze refused to comment and continued to clean up the wound,

good heavens,

I don't know how many strange things are embedded in this woman,

In the next time, Zhou Ze took out the broken Rune paper one after another, and the darts carved with runes released silver mercury water, which was like opening a grocery store. There was everything.

Bai YingYing and the Taoist priest on one side were dazzled.

In the process of disposal, although the residual things inside the wound were cleaned out one by one, it was no less than a secondary injury to the body. Therefore, Zhou Ze was also constantly paying attention to the situation of women.

Finally, when Zhou Ze took two pieces of red broken glass out of the wound on the woman's lower abdomen, he found a faint black fog rising on the woman, and a shadow seemed to float out.

Only Zhou Ze can see this scene.

This is the performance that the body almost collapses and it is difficult to maintain the soul. According to the scientific interpretation, it means that the patient is about to die after ineffective rescue.

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

"Well..."

A voice as if there were nothing came.

"If you hold on for a while, there are still several wounds that need to be treated, and then apply some medicine. After carrying this level, your body can slowly recover."

This is the most special operation Zhou Ze has done since he became a doctor. Not to mention the complexity of the patient's injury, he said that while treating the patient, he pressed back the patient's soul that was about to leave the body. It was enough to shock the entire medical community to publicize it.

This is almost open, like playing arcade games can have countless coins to keep you alive.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that this is also the reason why women's souls are already strong. Ordinary people's souls can toss once, and it is estimated that they will collapse directly if they toss one after another.

From this point of view, the tenacity of this woman is really terrible.

Zhou Ze was even curious. Even a woman around him was so tough and terrible. What was the guy who stirred the wind and rain in Chengdu like?

Birds of a feather flock together.

Solve the last wound, apply the medicine, and Zhou Zechang breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, rely on her own willpower to support, until the body slowly recovers, the problem should not be big.

In fact, if the old man who dug out his heart is still there, it's best to get some medicine from him. Zhou Ze's wound on his chest has also recovered, and he hasn't even left a scar.

Of course, Zhou Ze sometimes wondered whether the other party really ripped his heart away from him?

Or, in fact, I just fell into a magic trick, but where does the pain come from every time I want to do other things against the starting point of interests?

The woman was placed on it. The Taoist priest went to the restaurant next door for dinner, while Bai Yingying ran to play games, leaving Zhou Ze here to check the woman's situation.

After a few hours, Zhou Ze, who was sitting beside the book, suddenly found that the woman's eyelids moved, and then he saw the woman open her eyes.

The woman is looking at him,

He is also looking at this woman.

"How do you feel?" Zhou Ze asked.

The woman nodded slightly, indicating that her body 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 whether the woman's current 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 your name to others, will you often meet doubi and answer that his name is Song Ci?"