Celestial Masters Alliance

I looked up at the dark and broken ceiling, and I felt like I had seen the costumes of the two people just now. right! The old woman from Phoenix Tomb, and those people who wanted to catch me at the supply station when Fatty took me out to sea. Thinking of this, my blood was cooled down by the medicinal liquid.

Who are they? You definitely didn't mean to kill me by saving me and giving me the bell, so why did you arrest me at the supply depot? They knew that Fatty wanted to leave me on Longxi Island, so they deliberately set up defenses to stop me? But it is an indisputable fact that the old woman has bewitched me and the wood. I can't let go of this matter.

I looked at the pills and water they put on the table, picked up the cup, and swallowed the pills in one gulp. There are so many ways to cast poison, and I can't avoid them at all. So there is no need to avoid it.

Not long after I lay back on the bed, my eyes became heavier and heavier. There must have been a sedative in the bottle.

When I woke up again, there was a soft yellow light on in the room. There is a blue plastic thermos bucket and two side dishes on the table. Tablets and water are listed in the back of the thermos bucket.

The dropper on my hand has been removed and the bandages on my body have been changed. I feel much better, at least I don't feel dizzy when I sit on the bed.

The thermos bucket was filled with oatmeal, which was still steaming. I took a bite and found that it was neither delicious nor unpleasant. It was probably because they hadn't eaten for several days that they prepared such food that couldn't fill their stomachs.

I looked around the room again. There were no monitors or little red dots hidden in the corners. It seems that they locked me in the room just to let me recover.

How is Duan Lingchao? The woman wearing a mask and headscarf told me her location, but why didn't we meet? We are all patients. Wouldn’t it be easier to take care of us if we were locked up in one place?

I walked up to the narrow push-pull aluminum window and pulled it. There was no special lock, so it was easy to open. I looked out and saw that a whole row of windows were evenly spaced, but they all faced the sea. Although there was a place to stay, it was still dangerous to walk to another window on the bumpy sea.

I walked around the room and estimated my physical condition. The injuries were all skin injuries. The bandages on my hands and feet would hinder my movement and even cause slipping. Is it necessary to visit Duan Lingchao? If I asked the ship's staff tomorrow, would they allow me to visit?

I don’t think so! Duan Lingchao is a member of the Tattoo Gang. Although the purpose of the masked person is unclear, he does not look like someone who is in the same group as the Tattoo Gang. So they are enemies? Thinking of this, I became even more worried about Duan Lingchao's safety. If I don't go and see it, I won't be able to sleep.

Taking advantage of the fact that the waves were still calm, I climbed out of the window, pressed against the wall and moved slowly toward the window three meters away. This situation reminded me of being chased in the locust tree cave. At that time, we had to climb against the wall into the passage on the other side. There was a narrow foothold and no other stress points. We just used the tools The knife stabbed into the frozen soil to gain strength. At that time, I had Xiaoba, Mu Mu, and Shan Yu beside me...

The conditions on the path I am taking now are much better than those back then. Not only do my feet have a wider point of contact, but my hands also have steel bars around the hull to draw on.

My mind dragged away my attention at this tense moment. I was saved, but I was also confused at the same time. Where did these people plan to get me in the end? What will they do to me? Where is Duan Lingchao? Will they imprison this deaf and mute girl? No matter what the Tattoo Gang did, it had nothing to do with this disabled girl. And she also watched her father being torn to pieces in this shipwreck.

During the three days of drifting with me, Duan Lingchao showed enough strength that most people would have collapsed long ago.

Standing in front of the window, the dim light was enough for me to see clearly inside the house. All the facilities inside were the same as my room. There was a girl with long hair spread out lying on the narrow bed inside. Since the head of the bed faced the window, I couldn't see her. Face, she had droppers inserted into both hands and remained motionless. I'm sure she is Duan Lingchao. It's not a coincidence that a girl falls ill here.

I took a look and saw that there was nothing on the bedside table, which proved that Duan Lingchao was not awake yet and could not eat. How is her condition? When can I wake up? She can't speak, how can she communicate with others?

I returned to the ward worriedly, sat on the bed and raised my hands, only to realize that my watch was missing. I don’t know when he disappeared. How many days have I been in a coma?

Anyway, I had slept enough, so I swallowed the pills on the table, drank the water, dragged the chair next to the table to the window, and looked at the cold moonlight and the obedient sea. And occasionally large ships pass by from afar.

Judging from the number of passing ships, this place is close to a harbor or cargo terminal, which means we are about to dock. I don't know whether it's because I'm too nervous or they put sedatives in the medicine. My brain is running slower and slower, and my eyes are getting heavier and heavier.

When I woke up again, the strong smell of disinfectant told me that I was in the hospital. I dare to say that this is not a tertiary hospital. Ignoring the inpatient facilities, I can tell just by looking at this four-bed room, where I am the only one.

My condition no longer requires intravenous injections, and some of the bandages on my body have been removed. It was not difficult to get up from the bed, but the wound on my waist was very painful. I pulled off the bandage covering the wound on my waist and took a look. It turned out to be a bleeding point left by the removal of stitches. The pink wound was higher than the skin, lying there like a dead centipede. It seems that the doctor who rescued me was not good at it, and even a veterinarian like me would not be able to sew it up like this.

There was a black cloth bag on the table next to the hospital bed. It was so earthy that it almost occupied the entire table. It was obvious that this ugly and bulky bag was left for me. I opened the cloth bag, and inside it was indeed a shark feather, a golden shawl, a bell, and a tranquilizing pestle that had been disassembled into an iron chain.

I was a little surprised. The person who rescued me obviously knew the origin and use of this weapon. Since he knew that the Dingshen Pestle was a treasure, why didn't he take it secretly while I was asleep?

The two bells were placed at the bottom of the cloth bag, pressed down by the calming pestle. If I hadn't heard the clear ringing, I would have thought that the person who gave the bells regretted it and took the fat man's bell as his own.

There was a slender glass placed on the corner of the table next to the wall, which was mostly filled with water. Under the glass was a white envelope, which should have been left by the person who rescued me.

I opened the envelope in a panic, wanting to see if they had left any information that could reveal my identity. However, the envelope only contained a small sticky note, with a slender and elegant note on it: Department of Infectious Diseases 306.

This is too unprofessional. The envelope is covered, but there is a sticky note inside. It is obvious that this message is to tell me where Duan Lingchao is. They did not imprison Duan Lingchao, nor did they want to pose a threat to her life. It seems that I Don't worry too much about her. Not a single clue to the identities of those people was left. Do good deeds without leaving a name? They should have left someone to protect me. Most people would not be bold enough to put a bunch of treasures on the table.

I took off the medical records hanging at the end of the bed, took a casual look, and kicked the disposable slippers beside the bed to the nurse's station in the corridor. The nurse's station was directly opposite my ward. It seemed that this arrangement made sense. There were actually two nurses on duty there. I put the medical records on their desk and asked, "Where is my attending doctor?"

The two nurses exchanged glances with each other, and one of them replied: "He just hasn't gotten off work yet. You can find him in the doctor's duty room in front."

"Okay, thank you!" I said and walked there. After not walking far, I suddenly looked back at them. As expected, their eyes had been staring at my ward. It seemed that those treasures could not be lost, so I walked to the doctor's duty room with confidence.

My attending doctor was very young. When I knocked on the door and walked in, his eyes inadvertently showed his relief. It seems that he is waiting for me specifically.

He told me that I could be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but it would be better to stay for another two days for observation, because the hospital bills would be settled for two extra days. I then asked for the contact information of the payer, and the answer was as I expected, I don’t know!

I returned to the ward, sat there for a while, put the bag into the cabinet under the table, locked it, and then went downstairs to take a walk in the hospital garden. It was just after dinner, so there were patients walking in twos and threes in the yard.

I saw a little boy playing on the slide. Standing next to him was a young mother flipping through her phone. I looked around again. There was no obvious surveillance person, so I walked over and asked slowly: "Hello, May I ask where this place is?"