Xu Le's face did have a certain appeal to the young and inexperienced nurses.

But no matter how handsome or exaggerated a face might be,

when faced with this ball lightning,

it was like winking at a blind man.

It exploded.

When Boss Zhou said, "Let's talk,"

it ignored him completely,

even blasting him right in the face.

Boss Zhou, who had been struck by lightning more than once,

actually had accumulated a wealth of experience in being struck.

But this experience was useless.

It wasn't like taking an exam or going on a blind date.

For example, if you were shot but not fatally wounded and were rescued,

it wouldn't increase your chances of surviving another gunshot wound.

When the ball lightning exploded,

it felt like this:

So exhilarating, like life had reached its peak.

It really felt like that.

Not that Boss Zhou had masochistic tendencies,

but when a powerful electrical current suddenly attacked your entire body in a short period,

the stimulation that made every cell in your body feel excited turned into emotional feedback, frantically impacting your central nervous system.

This was true entertainment to the death,

like a tidal wave crashing against the dam in your heart.

It was like filming a melodramatic soap opera,

oh no,

at this moment,

Zhou Ze sincerely wanted to apologize to those soap opera directors and screenwriters he had criticized in the past,

because in the instant of being blasted away,

his mind really did have time to conjure up many, many images.

Those directors had probably been blasted away or electrocuted before,

and what they filmed

was the real deal.

Or maybe it was because the intense current made the cerebral cortex operate at an almost frantic rate.

In short,

Zhou Ze saw many, many scenes from the past.

There weren't any clichés starting from his mother's embrace.

In the scenes,

he was either sitting at the table eating, or lying on the sofa reading a newspaper, or holding a *bǐ àn huā* (Lycoris Radiata) oral solution and smiling like an idiot.

"Thump!"

After a long series of images,

Zhou Ze felt his body land on the ground,

but the hard marble floor at this moment was as soft as a cotton ball, even with a very strong elasticity.

After landing,

Zhou Ze felt himself bounce up again.

That feeling of letting go, of soaring freely,

was truly fascinating and enjoyable.

Wandering with the wind, freedom is the direction, chasing the power of thunder and lightning;

but in the next moment,

Zhou Ze immediately sobered up.

He turned his head

and looked down at his body.

He saw his body lying below.

Fuck!

At this time, only profanity could express his current emotions.

Fortunately, the experience of being struck by lightning was useless, but the experience of soul-reclamation was still there.

So,

at this moment,

Boss Zhou began to fly against the wind with all his might.

He wanted to return to his body,

he had to go back,

had to go back,

had to go back!

………………

"Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep..."

"Beep beep... Beep beep beep... Beep beep beep beep beep... Beep beep beep beep beep beep..."

"The patient's heart rate is recovering!"

"Charge, stand back!"

"Thump!"

When Boss Zhou opened his eyes, his first reaction was that he had gone to heaven...

Then his rich life experience immediately negated this naive fantasy.

Damn it,

there is no heaven in this world at all.

Afterwards,

his ears seemed to be able to receive some sounds.

"Thump!"

His vision trembled, and the sounds around his ears turned into a jumbled mess again.

Boss Zhou now felt like a salted fish on a chopping board,

being tossed around at will.

He didn't bother to struggle,

so tired,

so sleepy,

but unable to fall asleep;

falling asleep was impossible, but his consciousness kept wandering and coalescing.

Gradually,

the light around him didn't seem as bright as before, and the surrounding noise slowly began to disappear.

He didn't know how long it had been,

when Zhou Ze could finally open his eyes,

he found himself lying in a dark place.

His body seemed to smell of charcoal, and these smells filled his nasal passages, lingering.

As long as you still wanted to breathe, you would definitely have to inhale and taste them.

As sensation gradually returned, the feeling that his whole body had been ravaged by a soldering iron slowly became clearer.

Fortunately,

pain was indeed a good medicine.

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked around,

and found himself lying in a hospital bed,

except there were a few too many instruments around the bed,

and his nose and throat felt very uncomfortable.

Zhou Ze tried to lower his gaze,

and saw a small tube.

Boss Zhou, who used to be a doctor, naturally knew what this was. This thing went into his nose and extended all the way to his stomach.

But in reality, inserting a feeding tube is extremely painful. Anyone who has used it knows.

"Creak..."

The door of the ward was pushed open.

A familiar figure walked in. He first walked to the corner, opened a rice cooker, and filled a bowl.

Then, he walked over with the bowl and chopsticks, and sat down by the bed.

He was looking at Zhou Ze,

and Zhou Ze was also looking at him.

The old Daoist was stunned for a moment,

and even dropped the *Wūjiāng zhàcài* (a type of pickled mustard tuber) in his hand.

"Boss, Boss, you're awake?"

The old Daoist's voice was a little weak and his face was a little pale, but since he could appear here, it meant that he had escaped the danger of food poisoning.

"I..."

Zhou Ze wanted to speak, but couldn't, only feeling his throat dry and uncomfortable, burning like fire.

"Boss, don't move, don't move, rest, rest."

Zhou Ze gave up struggling.

Immediately afterwards,

he heard the sound of the old Daoist eating porridge.

"Boss, you've been in a coma for five days, it scared me to death. After I came out, I asked the doctor, and the doctor said you were electrocuted. Boss, how could you be so careless?"

I was struck by lightning...

"Boss, I haven't dared to order food from the cafeteria these days. The police found out that the owner of the cafeteria added dichlorvos to the turtle soup because his mistress failed to get ahead.

Coincidentally, we ate early that day, ordered early, and not many people bought turtle soup. The cafeteria was immediately closed after I had the accident.

So, I was the only one who tested the poison."

"Slurp slurp, slurp slurp..."

The old Daoist drank the porridge with relish.

"Boss, according to what you said before, without your instructions, I didn't dare to be discharged from the hospital without authorization, and I didn't dare to contact Attorney An and the others.

I've been here with you all these days.

I don't dare to eat the food in the cafeteria, and I don't dare to order takeout. I bought some rice and got a rice cooker;

I, ah,

just eat some porridge every day, with some pickled mustard tuber and fermented bean curd, which is not bad."

In fact, the old Daoist's current physical condition was not suitable for rich food anyway.

"It's just that my mouth has been getting bland these days."

The old Daoist finished his porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Boss, I'll sleep next to you. If you need anything at night, just call me. Don't call me if you need to go to the toilet, there's a tube inserted down there too."

"..." Zhou Ze.

………………

This night was so long. Fortunately, as his consciousness recovered, his body's functions were also slowly returning.

Being struck by lightning is definitely a terrible thing.

But it's not like you'll definitely die if you're struck by lightning.

In short, this time, Zhou Ze didn't die.

After dawn,

Zhou Ze could finally speak normally.

When the doctor and nurse came to check in the morning, they consulted Zhou Ze's opinion and removed the tubes from both ends.

Now,

he truly felt relaxed.

When he got out of bed, his whole movement was shaky, as if he was playing in slow motion. The old Daoist stood beside him, looking like he wanted to help but didn't dare.

From the corner of his eye,

he even shed some tears.

Zhou Ze saw it,

but didn't ask "Why are you crying?"

because Zhou Ze knew that

if he asked, the old Daoist would definitely answer: Boss, you were so brave back then, but now you're like this, this old servant's heart is aching.

They were all grown men,

and it wasn't like Yingying was here,

so Boss Zhou was too lazy to play any sentimental games with the old Daoist.

He struggled into the bathroom.

For Zhou Ze,

as long as he wasn't dead,

as long as he had a breath left,

even if he was buried alive one day, the greatest motivation to support him in breaking open the coffin and climbing out of the grave would still be... a shower.

The old Daoist took a large plastic basin, filled it with water for Zhou Ze, and then brought in a small stool.

Zhou Ze sat on the stool and began to wipe his body with the water in the basin.

The whole process was difficult, but Boss Zhou enjoyed it.

After struggling for about forty minutes, Zhou Ze pushed open the bathroom door and staggered out.

As soon as he came out,

Zhou Ze's heart immediately sank.

On the bed,

the old Daoist was sitting cross-legged at the head, while the masked youth was sitting at the foot.

The masked youth was no longer just a masked youth. The covered area had become wider.

Due to extensive burns, most of his body was wrapped in gauze, and a very strong medicinal smell permeated the air.

In the middle of the two, there was a chessboard, and the old Daoist and the "masked youth" were playing fiercely.

"Excuse me..."

A hoarse voice came from behind Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze turned sideways

and saw the lame man standing behind him, holding a plate of fruit.

"Boss, you've finished washing, ah? Come, come, let me introduce these two friends to you.

These days, you've been in a coma, and I've been so bored drinking porridge every day. Fortunately, I can play chess with him, hehe.

By the way, Boss, do you remember them? In the beginning, they were in the same ward with us."

The old Daoist smiled very happily, like a seventy-year-old with dementia.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

took a deep breath,

and squeezed out an even stiffer smile on his face, which was still a bit stiff from being struck by lightning:

"I remember."

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