There was a busy scene in the clinic.
When the young nurse was flipping through the registration booklet, looking for the patient "Xiaoyu", a group of people in white coats carrying a stretcher passed by Yan Yueming, like a gust of wind rushing into the rain curtain, covering the ears with lightning speed With his strength, he carried the brother who was struck by lightning in.
"Give way! Give way!"
At the same time, the staff of the recycling bin also appeared on the steps at the door of the clinic. He stood there silently, staring at Yan Yueming and the other three people in the clinic with gloomy eyes, but did not come in.
Yan Yueming reflexively wanted to escape, but soon realized that he really wouldn't come in, so he stopped abruptly to prevent his behavior from being too outstanding.
He looked away timidly.
He lowered his head like a wet puppy until the nurse's gentle voice sounded again, "Found it, Xiaoyu, he lives in the VIP ward on the third floor, in 305."
"Thank you." Yan Yueming said, and then asked: "What are the rules for visiting patients?"
The nurse also replied casually: "You can't make any noise. It will be bad if it disturbs the patients' rest. Also, you can't run around at will. There are many patients here. If anything happens, the clinic will not be responsible."
Yan Yueming nodded quickly, "Thank you, sister nurse, I understand."
Until he left, Zhao Shen still looked stupid and murmured: "Can I ask directly about the rules?"
"She is a nurse and is very familiar with the rules and regulations in the clinic. She is standing at the service desk. If you ask her, she will answer you. It does not violate the character setting, but is what this character should do. Of course, more We still have to explore the rules ourselves.”
Wen Renjing explained in a low voice, then winked and told them to look outside, "Look, the man from the recycling bin rode away. From this, we can draw another rule."
The three cobblers gathered together and muttered again.
Yan Yueming actually just asked casually and didn't think too much about it. Now he thought about it carefully and said, "Because he belongs to the recycling bin and this is a clinic. People from the recycling bin can't come in at will?"
Wen Renjing touched his chin, "Perhaps more accurately, it's a matter of scope. In the eyes of the recycling station staff, we are garbage that needs to be cleaned up. If garbage appears on the street, it falls within the scope of cleaning, but the clinic does not."
Yan Yueming: "The places that the staff of the recycling station can control should be public areas such as the station, the street...? Residential houses and hotels are not included?"
"It shouldn't count," Wen Renjing said.
"That means these places have their own rules and are independent of each other." Yan Yueming further extended, "In the eyes of the recycling station staff, we are garbage that needs to be cleaned; when we are in the hotel, we are paid to work hard. Residents; different identities bring different consequences. It is important to understand where and what identity you are. When necessary, you can do what you are doing now - borrowing strength? To restrain each other? "
While talking, the three of them finally broke free from the tense atmosphere of being chased just now. Zhao Shen breathed a long sigh of relief. Listening to the analysis of the two senior brothers, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he looked around.
"Um...should we take off our raincoats? Isn't it good to walk around in a clean clinic wearing a dripping raincoat?"
he suggested.
Wen Renjing cast an appreciative look and said, "Okay, this is a very good suggestion."
Wenrenjing, who is well versed in encouraging education, is not stingy in his praise. The three of them quickly took off their raincoats and found a plastic bag to put it in, holding it in their hands. After confirming that the soles of their shoes would not stain the clinic floor, they cautiously headed upstairs.
Since I said I wanted to visit the doctor, I had to go visit the doctor. The basic rules of the town are to do what they say, they must abide by it, and they also want to try to save people.
The clinic is a three-story white building with no elevator and the stairs are on the left.
On a rainy day, from the time Yan Yueming came in to the time he went upstairs, three waves of patients had already entered the clinic. The first one was of course the man who was struck by lightning, the second one had his leg smashed, and the third one was lying on a stretcher foaming at the mouth. He didn't know whether he was poisoned or something.
The three of them did not wander around, and walked up the stairs carefully and without distraction, trying to avoid all possible rules as much as possible. For example, you can't look back, you have an intersection with someone, etc.
Soon, they reached the second floor without any danger, but they were not happy because this clinic was indeed weird.
Although he didn't investigate it carefully, Yan Yueming took a look at it from a distance before going upstairs. There are infusion rooms, outpatient clinics and pharmacies on the first floor, as evidenced by signs at the door.
Starting from the second floor, there are wards. There is also an obvious "Operating Room" sign at the end of the corridor.
When Yan Yueming looked over, screams came from the operating room. What followed was a noisy sound of footsteps and banging on cabinets, occasionally interspersed with shouts such as "Don't run!" and "Catch him!"
But everyone in the corridor is used to this. The nurse shuttled through the wards carrying trays filled with medicine. Town residents who didn't know if they were the patients' family members cast curious glances at Yan Yueming and the other two people coming up the stairs.
"Go quickly, go quickly." Zhao Shen looked eager.
How dare they stay longer?
, go straight to the third floor. The third floor is a VIP ward, so there are fewer people. When they poked their heads out from the stairs, the corridor was quiet except for a young man in a hospital gown squatting in the corner with his head in his hands, motionless.
"What happened to that man?" Zhao Shen asked angrily.
"I don't know, go over and have a look. But be careful. If something goes wrong, rush to 305 immediately. If you encounter danger in the end and accidentally get separated, go out as soon as possible and don't stay. No matter what happens, the final gathering Everything is in the hotel, do you understand?" Wen Renjing reminded her tirelessly.
Zhao Shen and Yan Yueming both nodded, and the three of them finally stepped onto the third floor and walked towards 305 step by step.
Yan Yueming glanced at the rooms next to her. The first room at the top of the stairs was 313. There were rooms on both sides of the corridor, with odd numbers on one side and even numbers on the other, so 305 should not be far away.
They quickly approached the man squatting in the corner and heard him muttering to himself: "I am a mushroom, I am a mushroom, I am a cute orange-red mushroom, a poisonous little mushroom..."
Yes, it seems he has a mental problem. According to the rules of the orange-red town, if he thinks he is a mushroom, then he must be a mushroom, but it is much more difficult than in the real world.
The three of them walked past him and arrived at 307 in a blink of an eye. Very good, the next room must be 305.
Yan Yueming did not dare to relax, but
Having come this far, I feel a little happy, and my steps can't help but speed up. One step, two steps, just five or six steps, he walked to the door of 305. No one jumped out to stop him. Everything was quiet and incredibly smooth.
So smoothly, he regained his rationality and took half a step back, just in time to block Zhao Shen. Zhao Shen staggered, but Wen Renjing reached out to support him. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yan Yueming ask in a tight voice: "Have you seen the charcoal mark on the door? ()"
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. There is an X on it, which of course means the opposite.
305 is definitely not a place where diseases can be cured.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Yueming thought of a lot. If this mark was left by the homeless man at No. 11 in the Silent Block, why didn't he leave this mark at the door of other rooms, or the door of the clinic, instead of specifically marking it at 305?
He is a wanderer, and Xiaoyu is also a wanderer. Does this mean that 305 is exclusive to wanderers? Is this a room specially prepared for outsiders in the clinic?
Is there anything strange in the room?
Come all come.
Wen Renjing took a deep breath, boldly held the door handle, and opened the door. The room was in a mess, the quilts had fallen to the floor, and hundreds of dollar bills were scattered everywhere on the tiles in the room. The window was half-open, and when the door was opened again, a draft formed, and some banknotes were blown over. Under the light, the words SOS were as red as blood.
Yan Yueming's pupils shrank suddenly, "The blood is fresh!"
Wen Renjing: "Where's the person?"
No one is in the room.
Wen Renjing didn't believe this evil, so he looked under the bed, in the bathroom, and even stuck his head out of the window to look, but he couldn't find any trace of "Xiaoyu". He turned around and saw Yan Yueming standing in the room with a pale face and a slightly trembling voice, "There are signs of fighting here, indicating that Xiaoyu was probably kidnapped. But everything in the clinic was as usual, and there were no signs of criminals breaking into it. , so this matter is normal for the clinic. Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is a patient, will he be in the operating room on the second floor? "
As soon as these words came out, Wen Renjing's goosebumps instantly spread from his arms to his back. He thought of the screams coming from the operating room, and glanced at the pen and paper on the ground, as well as the bright red SOS, and sweatdropped.
The blood was fresh and the person had just been taken away.
He's in the operating room!
He must be in the operating room!
"Holy shit, shit..." Zhao Shen couldn't say anything except these words. He felt like he was really going crazy. How could they save people in that situation in the operating room?
He heard that Renjing and Yan Yueming had already rushed out, and he quickly followed them.
It was at the corner of the stairs from the third floor to the second floor that Yan Yueming heard the sound of gunfire amid the rain.
At the corner of the stairs is a window.
Yan Yueming heard the gunfire, paused slightly, turned his head and looked out the window, only to see the wind and rain swaying. It was already dusk in the orange-red town, and the sky was completely dark.
The rain showed no signs of stopping and was even getting heavier. The gunshot reminded Yan Yueming of Li Zheng. He didn't know how his senior was doing now, but Xiaoyu's matter was imminent.
"Human life is at stake, but the doctor has a knife in his hand, and that's the operating room. We can't rush in hastily. If we get injured, we might also be treated as patients, and then—" Wen Renjing finally calmed down. , but at this moment, no matter how calm he is, how calm can he be?
Yan Yueming: "Then the operation will fail!"
Wen Renjing: "What did you say?"
"I have this." Yan Yueming raised the small golden ax, his face was pale, but his eyes were like fire, "I can chop down the electric switch."!
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