13 Mink Street

In the hospital bathroom, Karen was washing his hands. He didn't think it was dirty or disgusting. People who really took care of the elderly or accompanied patients in the hospital could only call it normal.

Walking out of the bathroom and back to the ward, the golden retriever was taking a nap, and Alfred fell asleep.

Karen stood against the wall, head bowed, flashing images of the gunman shooting and the explosion of the tram afterward in his mind.

Because I put multiple layers of defense on myself from the beginning, blocking the line of sight, so it is unrealistic to recall how thrilling it is, but this incident proves from the side that Pu'er and Kevin selected for themselves the skills that need to be learned. method, how practical it is.

Alfred was blown up like this, but he was completely fine, even with the little girl who was eating crispy potato chips.

After all, Karen is more willing to be a person who helps to apply the "ointment" than to lie down and accept the "ointment".

Keeping this posture, Karen stayed in a daze for a long time, not because he was tired, but because he simply wanted to let go.

After regaining his senses, Karen opened the door of the ward. He was going to buy some food and came back. He didn't know if there was a canteen in this hospital, so he had to check first.

"Hello, where is Mr. Alfred's ward?"

"Healy," Karen called to the nurse's desk, beckoning.

"Master."

Seeing Karen, Shili ran over immediately, with beads of sweat on her forehead and Pu'er sitting on her shoulder.

...

"Master, you should go home and rest first, I'll just stay here and take care of Mr. Alfred."

"You take the money, and you may need to pay the fee again. In addition, you can hire another nurse to take your turn."

"I don't need a nurse, I'm just a maid, this is what I should do."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Master, go home and rest, your clothes..."

"I told you, it's the sauce."

"But it's also scary to look at."

"Okay, I'll go back now."

Karen glanced at Alfred lying on the hospital bed. Kevin's urination could not have the exaggerated effect of "raw bones and raw flesh", but it solved the problem of infection. All you need to do is to go through the normal treatment process. It will be fine when the wound recovers. Large area burns can become "skin trauma", which is already a gift from God.

Well, it is really a gift from God.

"Master, I'm trying to get out of the hospital early." Alfred looked at Karen and said.

"Stay for a few more days and take good care of your body. What did you say, it's best not to change parts."

Karen walked out of the ward with Pu'er on her shoulders and Kevin on her feet.

"Stupid dog left a note at home. Although it's a dog's handwriting, it can barely understand it." Pu'er said, "Xili can still read, and I didn't say anything, so I took a taxi directly."

"Well, thank you for your hard work this time, Kevin."

"Wow!"

When Karen came to the entrance of the hospital, he happened to see two hearses parked opposite each other on the side of the road, and the proprietress in a red sweater was arguing with the other driver.

Pique and Dingcomb rolled up their sleeves and compared each other fiercely with the two guys opposite.

It should be for the affiliation of the "guest". The content of the quarrel was that the Pavaro Funeral Society stole the order from him.

In fact, the funeral clubs in a city are like a dog urinating on a telephone pole and enclosing a territory. They have a clear "sphere of influence", especially in "client concentration places" such as hospitals and nursing homes, which basically have long-term Cooperative partner.

There will be competition among funeral clubs, but this kind of direct "order grabbing" rarely occurs.

Because in the funeral industry, the lower limit is the cremation agency, and the funeral agency is already doing "high profits". Under the competition between each other, it will be even more uneconomical to lower the profit. Therefore, colleagues will There is such a tacit understanding.

But obviously, the Pavaro Funeral Service is destroying this tacit understanding. According to the other party, they sent the guest in and failed to rescue them. They confirmed the death, and they turned around in the hospital. No, and directly fooled the family members to carry the "guest" into their own hearse.

The quarrel is still going on;

Karen saw Mr. Pavaro himself standing in the distance smoking a cigarette alone, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

"You guys stay by the side for a while," Karen said.

Pu'er jumped off Karen's shoulders, this time, it didn't land directly on Kevin.

Karen walked up to Pavaro. Earlier, Kevin brought five thousand reals in cash, and Karen left two thousand reals for Xili, and he still had three thousand on hand.

But considering that he would have to take a taxi back, Karen took out two 100-face value reals and put them back in his pocket, and walked up to Mr. Pavaro with the rest of the money.

"Huh?" Pavaro saw Karen approaching.

"This is the money you paid in advance for me. The rest is the fare. The money just sent by my family is not a lot. After a while, I will bring gifts and money to the door to express my solemn thanks."

Although Mrs. Pavaro asked and hinted in the hearse whether she had church coupons, but in any case, they helped Alfred to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible for treatment.

In addition, Mr. Pavaro also paid for his medical expenses.

The more this kind of help between "strangers", the more we need to remember their feelings.

Mr. Pavaro glanced at his wife who was still arguing over there, and took a step forward to block Karen. Then he grabbed the money in Karen's hand and stuffed it into his pocket. muttering:

"This is the private money I hid for stealing snacks."

However, after such a hand, Mr. Pavaro seemed to have figured out the specific amount, and said directly:

"It's okay, it's okay, the ambulance fee is enough, and you don't have to thank me any more, it's too troublesome."

"It's different, but I should thank you formally." Karen insisted.

Mr. Pavaro smashed his mouth, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, took out the cigarette case silently, poured out two cigarettes, and handed one of them to Karen.

"Sorry sir, I don't smoke."

"Ah."

Mr. Pavaro laughed, lit another one himself, and said, "How is your boss?"

"He was rescued."

"That's enough." Mr. Pavaro sighed, "You can find a way to contact your boss's friend, maybe there is a way."

"Thank you for your reminder."

The quarrel over there continued, and at the same time the family members of the deceased also came.

The proprietress shouted: "What do you mean by robbing your guests? Do you know who was the first to arrive at the scene of the accident? It was the hearse from our funeral club, but we were not in a hurry to solicit customers, but to hurry up with those dying patients." Time to send to the hospital to rescue!

As for you people, you only think about the guests in your eyes, I think you can't wait for the guests you transported to die halfway through! "

Karen took the initiative to step forward and bowed to the proprietress:

"Thanks for your help, the doctor was able to complete the rescue in time."

The proprietress felt a little embarrassed when she heard Karen's words.

Karen turned to face the family members of the deceased, and said: "The first thing this funeral agency did after the accident was to transport the injured to the hospital for rescue. I can testify to this. My family is also one of the victims of the accident. Now in the intensive care unit;

Therefore, this is a funeral club with humanistic care. I think that with such a quality funeral club, their funeral will definitely be appropriate and will not disappoint. "

"Very well, choose this one."

After helping clients, Karen walked to the side of the road, followed by Pu'er and Kevin.

At this time, the hearse drove over, and the proprietress sitting in the co-pilot asked:

"Young man, are you ready to take a taxi?"

"Yes." Karen replied with a smile.

"Hehe, it's a pity, if I didn't transport guests, I really want to send you back."

Karen looked at the slightly narrow road at the entrance of the hospital, as if it was difficult to get a taxi, and simply said to the proprietress:

"I live in Blue Bridge Community, Allen Apartment."

By the way.

"Heh." Pavaro, who was sitting in the driver's seat, laughed.

The proprietress pinched her husband, and finally beckoned, "Get in the car."

Under the "gracious invitation", Karen got into the hearse.

"Your pet?" Pick asked curiously.

"Well, the family members came to change shifts to take care of them earlier, and I happened to take them to the pet shop to take a bath. They came here immediately after hearing the news, so now I have to take them back."

"Oh, so it is, a very cute cat." Peake said.

"I think this golden retriever is the best looking," Dincombe said.

"Sit still, go home." Pavaro shouted.

When he took Alfred to the hospital in the hearse before, Pavaro drove very fast. Karen thought that he was in a hurry to save others or wanted to go back early to fetch guests. Now, Karen understands that he drove very fast, and He likes to take small paths, and the modified hearse is often "drifted" by him.

Because there is no pit in the middle to fix the "guest", Pique and Dingcomb need to hold the stretcher with their hands to prevent the guest from slipping and rolling.

Golden Retriever and Pu'er pulled Karen from left to right to maintain his balance. In this way, the hearse drove to the door of Allen's apartment.

When Karen got out of the car and was about to go to the front of the car to thank the Pavaro couple again, Mr. Pavaro stretched out his hand and waved it, and then drove away directly.

"Is this the judge who was suspended?" Pu'er asked.

"Yes."

"I don't think people are bad."

"Um."

Karen didn't enter the apartment complex, but walked across the road. The door of Alayye's agency was opened at this time. He was sitting inside and cutting a poster with scissors, which needed to be pasted to the door later.

Looking up, seeing Karen coming, Alaye hurriedly put down the things in his hands and stepped forward to open the door, wondering:

"Master, this is on you..."

"Something happened. I was attacked on the tram today. There was an explosion. Alfred was injured and sent to the hospital."

"Is Mr. Alfred alright?" Alaye asked concerned.

"He has been rescued, and the injury is stable now, but he needs to stay in the hospital for observation, Mr. Alaye, do you have a spare key for your car?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"I'm sorry, after Alfred was injured, his clothes were badly damaged, his wallet was burnt, and I couldn't find the car keys, maybe they were lost in the explosion.

Your car is now parked in the parking space in front of the small cafe on the west side of the tram platform, and you can only make it hard to drive the car back. "

Karen had been using Aleyer's car for the past two days;

"Okay, okay, it's okay, I'll get the car later, young master, are you not injured?"

"I'm fine, it's a smudge."

"Which hospital is Mr. Alfred now? I want to drop by him later."

"No, he is resting now, and he should be discharged from the hospital in a few days. By the way, Mr. Alaye, can you come to my house again after you get the car back?"

"Of course there is no problem, young master, what else do you want?"

"I would like to ask you to help me go to the second-hand car market to buy a car tomorrow, and I will give you the money. For procedures and such, just sign your name first, okay?"

"There's nothing I can't do. You trust me, young master."

"OK, thanks."

"Master, you are too polite."

Karen looked into the shop and asked, "Where are your wife and Hand?"

"Hand clamored for a cake, and Jane took him to buy it."

"That's great, by the way, has Hande's treatment progressed?"

"Sigh." Alaye sighed, "Actually, I've given up hope a long time ago."

"There will be hope." Karen comforted, "I'll go back first, you see, I need to clean myself up."

"Okay, young master, I'll pick up the car first, and then I'll come to you."

"Um."

Karen walked back to the apartment, went to the third floor, and opened her door.

There are a lot of ingredients on the dining table in the living room, and the room has been cleaned spotlessly.

Karen took off his coat first and walked into the bathroom, but he didn't rush to take a bath first. Instead, he used a basin to catch hot water, called Kevin over, hugged him, and helped him clean his feet.

After cleaning, Karen ordered: "Don't move."

Then I went to the living room and found the small medicine box that Jane, who was careful when I moved, had helped to prepare it. When I mentioned it to the bathroom, I used a cotton swab to disinfect Kevin's soles, and finally wrapped all four soles of his feet with bandages.

Kevin stood there, a little unaccustomed.

Pu'er approached it, stretched out her cat's paw and patted the bandage on its sole.

"It will be dismantled for you in two days," Karen said.

"Wow." The golden retriever nodded.

Afterwards, Karen began to take a shower.

Shirley has a good habit. She puts clean clothes in the basket on the inside of the bathroom door. Karen chooses a new set of clothes to change into. When she walks out of the bathroom, she hears the doorbell downstairs. Aleigh should be here.

Karen went downstairs and walked into Alfred's bedroom first. There was an open box in the cupboard. The cash in it was taken away by Kevin before. At this time, there were documents of himself and Alfred in it. Plus a passbook.

Holding the passbook, Karen opened the door, and Alaye stood at the door:

"Master, this is a cake."

"Thank you." Karen took the cake, "Thank you for taking me to the bank to withdraw some money."

"No, I have it there. It's getting late now, young master, you need to rest. I'll go buy a car tomorrow by myself."

For some reason, Alaye was sure that the "young master" in front of him who lived in an ordinary community apartment and needed a loan to buy a house was rich and would not deceive himself.

"It's really troublesome for you."

"You're welcome, young master; if there's nothing else, I'll go back first, and I'll drive the car in front of you, young master tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, hard work."

After closing the door, Karen put the passbook back to the original place, picked up the bag of cakes and snacks, sat at the dining table and ate silently. After eating some, he put the rest of the snacks on the dining table. He believed that Pu'er When Kevin and Kevin are hungry, they will take it by themselves.

Upstairs, when passing the bathroom, Karen hesitated for a moment, went in anyway, and washed the clothes he had changed earlier, because the sauce was on it, he couldn't just press it with his hands and finish the job. Stains must be rubbed off carefully;

After washing, Karen took the basin to the roof and dried the clothes.

When he came down from the rooftop, he heard the ringing of the telephone downstairs. Karen went down to answer the phone, and Bertha's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Karen, I have an appointment tomorrow. An eight-year-old child seems to be suffering from delusional disorder. His father brought him to see a doctor today. The problem is a little tricky. We recommended you to the father at noon tomorrow. Do you have time?"

Karen thought of the father and son he met at the elevator when he was "off work", and replied:

"some."

"Okay, then make an appointment."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Karen walked into Alfred's bedroom, helped Alfred choose two sets of clothes from the closet, folded them, put them in bags, and prepared to go to the hospital to send the clothes to him before going to work tomorrow.

After finishing these, Karen poured herself a glass of ice water and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Pu'er was already lying in bed, saw Karen coming in, and said;

"Master, let me warm up the bed for you."

"hehe."

The radio was on and the newspaper was on the bedside table.

Karen was a little tired. He turned off the radio by himself, touched Kevin's head lying in the kennel, and turned off the light by himself. I drank the ice water in one gulp.

"Do you still need to go to work tomorrow?" Pu'er asked.

"Um."

"It's so hard. After doing so many things by myself, I still have to go to work."

Karen said disapprovingly:

"It's nothing hard. Most ordinary people in this world live like this."

Regardless of the impacts, twists and turns, and accidents encountered in daily life, those that can be resolved immediately should be resolved immediately, and those that cannot be resolved immediately should be dealt with later.

"I'm already much happier than most people, after all, it's good to go to work at noon, ha ha.

Well, tired, sleep. "

Pu'er lay on Karen's pillow, stretched out her cat's hand, and gently stroked Karen's hair to help him fall asleep.

Karen fell asleep;

In the dream, he "saw" the scene on the tram today again. This time, when Alfred wanted to go forward, Karen grabbed his clothes, and at the same time, Karen took the potato chips beside him The little girl pulled into her arms,

began to chant:

"The great and supreme God of Order, the chain of order that rules everything..."

The black armor appeared on Karen's body and fell slowly, like covering the quilt with a coat while sleeping in winter;

Black feathers, floating above, dance gently;

The black wall is divided into three pieces, standing in three directions of the bed, like a screen;

The golden retriever raised his head from the kennel, looked at the scene in front of him, and lay down again silently.

Pu'er, who was lying on the bed, blinked. It knew that this was a sign of Karen's lack of security.

However, it seems that the breath of order in the bedroom has had some influence. In the study room that retains complete furniture, the string of wind chimes hanging by the window in front of the desk makes a crisp sound when the doors and windows are closed.

After the "explosion" happened in Karen's first dream, everything returned to calm in the four weeks;

Then, he found himself standing in a very familiar place, looked around, and found that it was his home, the second floor of the house he bought with a loan, behind him was the bedroom, and in front of him was the study with a half-closed door .

Through the gap in the door, Karen saw the figure of an old man sitting inside. He was sitting behind the desk, reading a book.

Seemingly aware of someone outside the study, the old man stopped turning the pages, did not look back, and said with a smile:

"Come in for a chat?"

Karen nodded.

He reached out and grabbed the handle of the study door.

"boom!"

Close the study door directly, and at the same time quickly turn the key hanging on the handle to lock the study door.

"Talk about shit."