Chapter 167 Bumping Into Them

Zhou Ze wasn't sure how the Yin Si (the underworld) chose its ghost messengers. Of course, the Yin Si certainly had a lot of room to choose. No matter the level of education, wealth, or social status, everyone would have to seek employment in the Yin Si one day.

Anyone who had died had something pitiful about them.

The word "person" could sometimes transcend the levels of "animal" and "life" and rise to the realm of "thought."

Zhou Ze felt that he was still a person because he was still thinking with a "human" mind. As long as he was a "person," he had weaknesses.

The ghost wearing a clown mask, using the Seven Deadly Sins, almost wiped out this team of ghost messengers. It was enough to see that even ghost messengers could not escape the weaknesses of "human nature."

Yue Ya crying and shouting that she couldn't have children was quite amusing.

Her obsession from her previous life couldn't be let go in this life, and instead became a knot in her heart.

Boss Zhou suddenly had a feeling of being "the only one sober while everyone else is drunk."

Thinking back to his previous life, he had been diligent and conscientious, dreaming of improving his skills and climbing up the ladder, living a very tired and hard life.

In this life, he could be free and easy, basking in the sun and drinking tea.

Zhou Ze never thought of himself as "lazy," but rather believed that he was truly "willing to let go" and "open-minded."

Of course,

in the final analysis,

it was because Boss Zhou was in a coma before

and didn't notice the huge word "lazy" that had appeared on his forehead.

In the face of the conclusion, any self-righteousness and argument lost their meaning.

He took out his phone and dialed Dean Lin's number. The phone rang a few times and then hung up.

Soon, a message was replied:

"Busy."

Generally speaking, doctors entering the operating room, if it was just a small operation like cutting foreskin or removing an appendix, it didn't matter.

But if they encountered serious operations that needed to be faced seriously, they needed to concentrate fully, and communication equipment like mobile phones were definitely not allowed in the operating room.

Otherwise, while everyone was doing delicate finger replantation surgery, suddenly "Move, cheer for the new record, move..." would start playing.

But Dean Lin should have her own privileges. After all, in addition to being a doctor, she also had to be responsible for the hospital's management and operation.

Boss Zhou honestly replied with a message:

"There are several injured people, need a few people and a car to help deal with them."

Since he couldn't bring himself to do the murderous act of killing and looting Yue Ya and Zheng Qiang,

he couldn't just leave them here to fend for themselves.

He had to call someone to transport them away, and they could be said to be in very bad physical condition now, and they had to have an operation.

Moreover, the bodies of Li Sen and Gu He also needed to be dealt with, otherwise, when the old flowers of the motherland came to class tomorrow morning,

seeing two corpses lying here would also be a bad thing.

After a while, a message came back:

"Next door to you, 150xxxxxxxx."

Boss Zhou pondered for a while what "next to you" meant.

His head had just been hit hard, so his thoughts were naturally a little scattered.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Ze realized that

"next to you" actually meant "next to you."

Had the pharmacy next to the bookstore been renovated and put into operation?

Boss Zhou suddenly felt a little embarrassed. That pharmacy was opened by Dean Lin for him, but he hadn't paid much attention to it at all.

He dialed the number in the message.

The person who answered the phone was a sweet female voice:

"Hello, this is Baixing Pharmacy."

Someone answering the phone in the middle of the night?

Wait,

Baixing Pharmacy? (百姓 - common people)

Could they choose a more rustic name?

"How many people can you call out from your pharmacy now?" Zhou Ze asked.

The sweet voice paused, seeming unable to understand Zhou Ze's meaning.

Because Zhou Ze's question was like a stupid guy who got drunk at night looking for prostitutes and calling the wrong number asking how many girls you can send out.

"I'm sorry, sir, we are a pharmacy, we don't do door-to-door services.

(′◔‸◔` )咦!!!"

The girl seemed to notice Zhou Ze's number, and then said in surprise:

"Is that you, Boss? We have a record of your phone number here. The people above told us that the boss was recently attending a seminar abroad, so he couldn't come back for the time being."

Attending a seminar abroad?

Zhou Ze was stunned,

he was right next door.

"How many people can you call out, do you have a car? Preferably an ambulance."

"Yes, Boss, our pharmacy is equipped with the latest medical ambulance. Now, including me, there are two male doctors and two nurses."

"So, you can confirm my identity, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yes, Boss, we have your mobile phone number recorded here, but we are required not to disturb you proactively."

"Well, that's it, prepare an operating room there, also, help me go to the bookstore next to the pharmacy, the bookstore that should be open for business now, tell the people inside, just say that Zhou Ze is calling them to Tongcheng University, your people don't need to come, let them use the ambulance."

"Okay, Boss."

The girl hung up the phone.

Not long after, Zhou Ze's phone rang. It was Xu Qinglang's call.

"Where did you run off to in the middle of the night, and you want me to drive an ambulance, playing dress-up?"

"Calling you to help me collect corpses."

"F*ck!"

…………

About twenty minutes later,

Xu Qinglang, the old Taoist priest, and the Death Servant sneaked into this teaching building. According to Zhou Ze's instructions, the ambulance was parked outside the school fence. After all, it wouldn't be appropriate to drive in through the main gate ostentatiously.

Zhou Ze sat on the steps smoking a cigarette. Seeing them coming, he nodded and picked up Yue Ya himself,

signaling:

"There are three more, take them all away."

Xu Qinglang was quick-witted and carried Zheng Qiang, who was still half-conscious, on his back.

The Death Servant didn't care anyway and carried Gu He's body on his back.

The old Taoist priest looked left and right, wanting to find a second Yue Ya to hug, but in the end, he found that the good ones had been taken. In the end, he could only helplessly give the boss the middle finger in his heart,

and picked up Li Sen, who had been burned into charcoal.

The four people, plus the people on their backs, sneaked out of the teaching building like thieves.

There was a gap, neither big nor small, in the fence where the ambulance was parked.

It should have been pried open by students for the convenience of receiving takeout. It seemed that for a while, the school prohibited all takeout deliverymen from entering the campus from the large and small gates in order to protect the turnover of the on-campus restaurants that had paid them money,

but where there is oppression, there is resistance.

This iron fence position that was pried open by the students themselves was the best proof.

Everyone got into the car together. Halfway through, the car stopped.

The old Taoist priest and the Death Servant each carried the corpses on their backs and got out of the car in a secluded place. They needed to dispose of the corpses on their bodies.

And Zhou Ze took the ambulance directly back to the bookstore...next door.

The mysterious pharmacy boss appeared for the first time, bringing two severely injured people, which made the two doctors and two nurses in the pharmacy a little excited.

But the boss only wanted the female nurse who had answered the phone earlier and went into the operating room with him, sending the rest to rest.

The operation was not difficult, even the nurse assistant next to him was watching with bright eyes.

Because Zhou Ze's efficiency and superb skills on the operating table were fully demonstrated.

In the final analysis, there was a phenomenon of outsiders leading insiders in every industry. The most typical was actually Chinese football. Sometimes they would let someone who plays badminton be the chairman of the Football Association, and sometimes they would let someone who plays table tennis be the chairman of the Football Association. Maybe in the eyes of the leaders, anyway, they are all balls, who can't play balls?

Hospitals also had similar situations, but in the final analysis, hospitals were still a relatively pure place. After all, real skills and real status had to be spoken on the operating table, relying on strength to make a living. Therefore, in hospitals, those doctors with superb skills would be truly valued and appear to have extremely high status.

Yue Ya's problem was not big. There were a few needles that didn't come out on their own. Zhou Ze surgically removed them and bandaged the wounds.

Zheng Qiang had several fractures on his body, and some places had barbs embedded in his flesh. It took some effort to take them out. The most important thing was that this guy was obviously in a state of drug overdose, and his physical condition was not very good.

But relying on the powerful spiritual will and quality of a ghost messenger, it wouldn't be a big problem to get through it.

After the two operations, Zhou Ze was already covered in sweat. He had been lazy for too long, and hadn't been on the operating table for too long. Although his skills were not unfamiliar, and even because of his special experience, Zhou Ze's understanding of the patient's body structure and his attitude towards life had been sublimated, and artistically, he even had a more handy feeling.

But doing two operations in a row still made Boss Zhou feel a little tired.

Thinking back to his diligent years when he used to do surgery all day long, and even dreamed of doing surgery when he went home to sleep,

alas,

it really couldn't go back.

The nurse with the sweet voice poured Zhou Ze a cup of tea.

Zhou Ze sat on the chair next to him, observing Yue Ya and Zheng Qiang's recovery while drinking tea.

"Boss, how did you find these two injured people?"

"Bumped into them."

"Did they commit suicide? Why did they commit suicide?"

The nurse with the sweet voice was like a curious baby.

"The woman, because of infertility, couldn't think straight and committed suicide."

"Oh, that's really cruel, stabbing herself with needles. What about the man?"

"Also because of infertility, couldn't think straight and committed suicide."

"Then they agreed to commit suicide together?"

Zhou Ze nodded perfunctorily.

"By the way, what is this?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the table next to him. There were even soup stains left on the table.

"Ah!"

Even when the nurse with the sweet voice screamed, her voice was so sweet.

"I'm sorry, Boss, because, because...because we haven't seen you all this time, and usually only people come to buy medicine, so we used to eat in this operating room."

"Take it away, not allowed in the future."

The environment of the operating room was very important,

most importantly,

Boss Zhou was a clean freak, especially in this regard.

"Okay, Boss."

The nurse with the sweet voice lifted up the four-person table with one hand,

still a stainless steel table,

and went out in a hurry.

Looking at her broad and huge back,

the heavy chest that could smash walnuts,

it was estimated to be around two hundred and fifty pounds,

Generally speaking,

fat girls have very nice voices,

and they sing well too.

Boss Zhou took a sip of tea,

recalled the other skinny nurse with freckles on her face that he had seen when he came in,

thought about Dean Lin wearing a white coat with black stockings,

shook his head,

"Heh,

women."