Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

"Where did you go? I was so busy when I was away? Do you know how long I have waited for you?" Rao Chen was waiting here for more than two hours and was impatient.

Heron's mouth twitched, it should be fortunate that he didn't rush to find himself directly, immediately opened the topic, "have you eaten for so long? Have you changed your medicine?"

Rao Chen perfunctoryly relied on Heron. He hadn't had a close relationship with Heron for a long time. His body was half wounded, and his body and mind had been about to move.

But unfortunately, after the two had lunch, Heron looked at his watch and hesitantly pulled the person in his arms away. "I'll accompany a patient for a checkup later, and you're in charge."

Rao Chen's smile solidified for a moment, wondering, "What patient? Aren't you my own doctor?"

He could remember clearly, what did this man promise him? Not long ago, he said that he would not care about other people in the future. Could it be such a big talk that really made him happy?

Heron was silent for a moment, and continued to speak softly, as if begging him, "This patient is very important, I will make an exception for him once, once."

"303?" Rao Chen asked, Heron didn't return, but he had counted in his heart.

Just now he was asking someone while he was waiting. The assistant in the office explained that the other party had paid a large amount of money to the hospital, so they wanted to provide him with the best service.

Rao Chen was silent and utterly defamatory.

What's the difference between him and his newcomer? This man was able to coax him so patiently and get along with him. Is he able to treat others like this now?

Knowing that he was still unhappy, Heron had to take him back to his ward first, and asked the nurse to hang him a bottle of potion, and take a good rest and heal him.

"Sleep or play games, I'll come back to dinner with you, OK?"

Heron kissed his forehead, squeezed his face again, and smiled at him, trying to cheer him up, determined that he was fine, and then closed the door gently.

It was just that he didn't leave long before Rao Chen's face appeared a gloomy mood.

He touched the place on the forehead where he had kissed, and felt the aftertaste a little, then unconsciously pulled out the needle that the nurse gave him to calm the nerves, and jumped out of bed barefoot and walked out of the ward. outer.

What patient can be so important? More important than him? He's not a three-year-old, he can just coax ... He will let that person know that.

Rao Chen came to the VIP ward directly, and saw that the door of the ward was wide open, a group of people came in and out, and hugged the patient beside the patient, including Heron.

Rao Chen opened his eyes slightly, and took all the figure of the man into his eyes.

Watching this person examine him physically and plug him in a thermometer, and kindly covered his forehead with the palm of his hand to feel the temperature, his heart was like an ant biting, itchy and astringent.

It was just a simple contact, but he still couldn't stand any more tenderness he poured into others.

He thought that the gentle expression and cherished look of this man belonged to himself only, so that others can easily enjoy it? On what grounds?

Rao Chen only reappeared when the crowd dispersed and the nursing staff went to the hot water room to pour hot water. The dark clouds in his eyes were like a cold pool, deep and bottomless, exuding a creepy breath on his body.

In front of the door was a wheelbarrow that the nurse had forgotten to push away. Rao Chen played with the above equipment with interest, staring at the person with closed eyes on the bed, his eyes darkened.

It was so sweet to sleep, and it was his people who coaxed to sleep. It is really happy and hateful to be treated like him.

Rao Chen picked up a syringe, stared at Han Mang's flickering pillow, and an urge was rising in his heart.

I told him that in order to get the desired result, sometimes, unscrupulous means is also a means.

Rao Chen observed the position of his hand, grasped the wrist of the person in bed with a thunderbolt, and pierced the needle.

The man was awakened by the pain, his mouth to be exclaimed was covered with cloth, his limbs struggled helplessly in the air, his eyes skyrocketed.

When his flustered eyes met Shangrao Chen, his face was full of horror, and he could only see his innocent smile, like a child who did a prank, and finally rolled up his eyes in despair and lowered his wrists weakly.

Rao Chen was relieved and showed a light smile.

They were all right, he was indeed a lunatic.

...

When Heron was unaware of the death of her patient, she couldn't help but panic.

He had just gotten free to accompany Rao Chen, but he didn't expect it to happen again. Listening to the nurse's incoherent report, he frowned and shook his head in disbelief. "I'm going to take a look."

As he put on his coat, he pulled away Rao Chen lying on him.

The warm temperature suddenly disappeared, Rao Chen pouted dissatisfied, tired of being disturbed by others, straightened his mouth, and kept his mouth open. "Whatever looks good, they say that people are dead."

Heron stunned and turned to stare at him seriously.

Rao Chen's heart flickered, and he smiled immediately, waved at him, "Okay, okay, then you go."

Heron ignored the strangeness in her heart and immediately rushed to the ward to hear the doctor report.

The cause of death of the patient was air embolism. From the pinholes and bruises on his wrist, he was injected with more than ten milliliters of air into the blood vessels at one time, so the blood could not flow, and the blood vessels were instantly necrotic due to ischemia.

The killer may be any nurse or doctor, or even other patients in the nursing home. The investigation obviously takes time, but the family members of the irritable patients will not give them time. Therefore, the priority is that Heron considers how to comfort the family members.

This homicide in the sanitarium obviously caused great panic, and Heron even thought about whether to forge the cause of death.

Too many questions annoyed Heron, causing him to think deeply. Rao Chen came with a cheerful breath. "What's wrong? Have troubles?"

Heron closed his eyes, sighed, rubbed his aching brows, and didn't hide it. "Not yet the patient in Room 303, I hired a barrister to sue us, and the hospital will open temporarily One meeting. "

Rao Chen raised an eyebrow and smoothed the folds between his eyebrows for him. "Don't worry about this."

"This is a big deal, how can you not be in a hurry." Heron opened his eyes and frowned deeper.

Rao Chen chuckled a little and asked him easily, "You have me, what are you in a hurry? It is more important to sleep with me."

After speaking, Heron was exhausted for a day and Rao Chen pressed into bed to rest, even though he was still worried in his sleep.

When Heron woke up the next day, she touched her, not even Yu Wen. It seemed that she had gone out early, and the people who were clamoring for the trouble also disappeared. The courtyard regained its calmness, as if yesterday was just A dream farce.

Thinking of what Rao Chen said yesterday, Heron suddenly realized that it seemed that this matter had been suppressed by him.

The moment he was relieved, he still lamented the benefits of power.

As he tried to investigate, Rao Chen told him that in order to leave no evidence, all records of admissions and nursing staff of Ward 303 had been erased, making him completely forget this person and entangle him. The imperviousness gave him no time to think about other things.

Although Heron felt something strange, Rao Chen's attitude was serious and seemed to be a warning to him. Hern's intuition also told him that it is better not to think about the cause. In short, everything was safe, he chose to turn the story. .

It was thought that Yuankang could continue to calm down, but it didn't take long for Rao Chen to gradually expose the inferiority and caused another uproar.

Yuan Kangli originally counted the most female nurses, but Heron usually worked seriously. He rarely went outside except the nursing home. In addition, he was not close to being female. At first glance, he was single, which naturally caused some young nurses to think.

He is approachable and well-spoken. Even when he is in a high position, he is not high. Naturally it is easy to make people feel good.

Unfortunately, Rao Chen likes to run from her ward to Heron's office. This trip naturally heard about her.

When passing by the pharmacy, he encountered two nurses who were taking medicine. He hadn't noticed them, but when they heard someone's words mentioned in his mouth, Rao Chen gave a back and forth and listened.

"Dean Mo is less than thirty years old, so young, tall and handsome, with a hard temper and personality, talking softly, and chatting with him is just enjoyment, and his bones are crisp." The female voice was slightly excited.

Rao Chen couldn't agree more with her, but he knew enough about how gentle he was.

Another indifferent female voice answered, "Yeah, although it looks cold, it is actually a very gentle person ... Avon, have you been tempted long ago? What's on the phone? Are you going to call him? ! "

Her surprise tone tightened Rao Chen's teeth.

"Yeah, tonight I plan to ask the Dean to come out for a meal, or send a message ... to test his views on me." The woman called Avon replied wryly, imagine the shyness on her face. .

The nurse who just wanted to reply gave a glance, glanced at the gloomy man at the door, a spirit, quickly waved his hand, "Avon, I'm bored, I'll give the patient an injection and take a step."

Watching her fleeing, Rao Chen sneered and asked the woman who was standing still, "Sister nurse, what were you talking about just now?"

The other party was embarrassed by his appearance and was at a loss. He looked at the sick suit on his body and asked carefully: "This? Are you a patient in the VIP room? Would you like me to help you go back to rest?"

Rao Chen narrowed his eyes, covering the shadow of his eyes, and nodded casually, smiling, "Okay."

When the woman carefully lifted his arm up, his eyes suddenly changed, his hands were sharp, and he turned his back around her neck with a hand, and clasped her throat quite skillfully. She took complete control of her in three or two strokes. Hands.

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