When he walked outside, he discovered that the place he was staying was actually the neurosurgery department on the seventh floor of the inpatient building. A place that specializes in treating neurological disorders?
I don’t know if I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. In theory there is no problem.
He began to miss the creaking wooden beds of Dingshan Farmhouse and the rustic smell of chickens.
But before leaving, there was one thing left to do.
He is a very committed person. Although the promise may not always be fulfilled, at least one must work hard to do it. Even if the promise was not spoken.
He still remembered that there was a handsome young man in the fourth bed of Ward 24 of the Oncology Department.
But just when it was his turn to treat the young man, the time for ward rounds suddenly came and he was interrupted by the nurse.
At that time, Meng Fei promised in his heart that he would come back to treat you tomorrow.
But that night he stayed at Scarab Bank scanning all the computers. At noon the next day, Mu Shuo detained him again because someone transferred five million.
Then I fell into a coma until today.
Since it was not fulfilled at that time, we must make amends before leaving this hospital tomorrow.
The ward didn't look empty at this time. There were many accompanying family members lying on the benches in the corridor. Some people simply wrapped themselves in a blanket and lay on the ground.
It's just that everyone is asleep. In a crowded place, everyone fell asleep again, and the atmosphere seemed very strange.
Meng Fei was like the god of death, carefully wandering among the beds in the ward.
The doors to the wards are all ajar. He quickly found bed number 24 and four. But the situation has changed a bit. Now the boy lying on the bed is not the young man, but an old man.
He cured the old man smoothly, and then returned to the nurse's duty room. The nurse is sorting out records.
"Did a young man live in the twenty-four rooms and four beds more than ten days ago?
"I talked to him ten days ago, and he asked me to do something. But I forgot to leave his contact information.
"Do you have his contact number?"
The nurse lady looked up and saw that Meng Fei was wearing a hospital gown. Although he was not a familiar face from the oncology department, she guessed that he was a patient from another department and had no suspicion.
"Well, of course I remember that. He was a very handsome guy. What a pity."
The nurse smiled, but her tone turned cold.
"I have the contact information...but do you still want it?
"He has passed away."
"died?"
Meng Fei's heart skipped a beat.
"Well, he died three days ago."
Three days ago, was it during my coma? What a pass. Meng Fei thought to himself.
It seemed that this matter had to end like this. No matter how powerful his strongest BUG system is, it is impossible to resurrect the dead.
This accident made him panic and wanted to go out for some air.
Unlike the Golden Turtle Building, this building should be very old. The floor is actually cement.
The amazing thing is that although it is made of cement, it is shiny and shiny, like polished marble.
Is this polished by the soles of patients walking around over the years?
The shiny floor is like a distorted mirror, and the reflected floating and flickering light and shadow are like the undead floating in the corridor.
Meng Fei walked along the long corridor to the end.
At the end is the wooden window with hinges that I saw when I was a child in my previous life. The cold wind outside beat against the windows like waves, making a loud banging sound.
The wind came in through the cracks in the window and blew away the warmth in the ward, like cold water poured on the forehead.
He suddenly realized what X said:
“All deaths have only one perpetrator.
"that is you!"
This nonsense logic is extremely confusing.
He now has the power to cure all terminal diseases. In other words, all the deaths from terminal illnesses in the world are caused by his failure to save people.
If there was a button in front of him that could cure all terminal diseases as long as he pressed it, he would definitely press it.
But now he really can't. Now that he has cured everyone in the hospital, his image on the camera will appear in major newspapers.
And it’s not enough for him to cure this family. How many hospitals across the country and around the world are dying patients waiting for him?
He would give this damn ability to anyone.
Of course, the ability to heal others must be given to others, but the ability to add blood to oneself must still be retained.
I became the sole perpetrator of death. I became the Grim Reaper.
He suddenly realized that the more he thought like this, the more he was playing into X's hands!
I should live according to my own ideas!
I have power over myself. I work when I want to work, play when I want to play, sleep when I want to sleep, and treat people when I want to treat them.
I don’t need to consult anyone’s opinion about what I do. As long as I don't harm anyone, I don't owe anyone anything.
It is completely nonsense to say that with great power comes great responsibility, just like the old Americans in the previous life always thought that with strong fists, they have the responsibility to beat the world.
Five minutes later, Meng Fei had abandoned all the patients and was lying on the hospital bed happily playing with his mobile phone.
Think more about happy things. For example, Ai Ting, I wonder what she is doing? No need to ask, I'm sleeping.
He clicked on the Goddess app and thought to himself, the policewoman has sent me so many messages on WeChat, is it possible that the Goddess app also has them? I forgot to read it before.
Sure enough, there were several red dots. However, it was not sent to him by Ai Ting.
"hello."
"Yes."
"Never ask about a girl's age!"
"Sorry, I just saw it."
There was actually a top beauty who sent him a message through the goddess app, and it wasn't Ai Ting.
Wait, who is this?
goddess?
Green Mango Goddess? !
Can a goddess also reply?
It's funny, who is playing with me?
Wait, why do I think someone is playing a trick on me?
Meng Fei wanted to be quiet for a while.
If this is like someone coming to him on WeChat and saying, "I am the president," he will definitely think that someone is playing tricks on him and he will get used to it.
But the Goddess app is different. Everyone here is in their place, and it is impossible to fill in their identity casually.
A goddess is a goddess, nominally supreme over the entire country, a god above men, and there is no way the system can get it wrong.
Unless someone hacked the goddess’s account. But this is impossible. If the goddess app could be hacked, wouldn’t the country be in turmoil?
Besides, what is the use of the Black Goddess account?
If you want to criticize the president and prime minister, wouldn't it be nice to issue a presidential decree directly? Even a black little county magistrate is more effective than a black goddess.
Then there is only one possibility.
This is AI replying, artificial intelligence.
It will definitely work to make an artificial intelligence to act as a goddess and appease the hearts of many devout believers.
Of course, the premise is that there are no problems with the ideological orientation of artificial intelligence. But since it is artificial intelligence, if there is a problem, it can be adjusted at will.
In his previous life, artificial intelligence was also called artificial retardation.
The much-vaunted "Xiaobing" of a certain company is completely useless in conversation, and can do nothing but act cute and playful.
I wonder if artificial intelligence in this era can pass the Turing test?
Why not talk about the goddesses here and test their AI level.
"Are you too slow this time?"
"I'm not always online."
"Are you really a goddess?"
"It's fake, embarrassing."
"Then do you know who I am?"
"A coder named Meng Fei?"
WOC, the goddess actually knows me and knows that I write code?
