I Wasn’t Born Lucky

From the seventh floor to the fifth floor, the elevator is now opened in front of Xiao Li and Guan Yu. There are only two possibilities.

One is that someone took the elevator down on the seventh floor, and they happened to press the elevator on the fifth floor, so there would be a person in the opened elevator; the other possibility is that someone took the elevator to the seventh floor before, but didn’t Did not go down, or went down through the stairs, so the elevator will drop from the seventh floor to the fifth floor. In this case, there should be no one in the elevator.

When Guan Yu meditated wildly in his heart that there should be no people, no people, the elevator door opened completely, and a monster stood inside.

It looked like a patient who was getting an IV drip, wearing a white patient gown, with its head down and no face visible.But its right hand is pushing a small cart with a hanger on which hangs a bag of drips that are already empty. The pinholes of the drips are still inserted on the back of its right hand, completely connecting it with the cart. Are together.

The needle hole is connected to the hanging tube, and the bag of liquid medicine has not been known for many years. This needle tube should return blood, but at this time, the tube is not full of blood, but some kind of green and yellow liquid.

The elevator was still open, and the dim light illuminated the desperate look on Guan Yu's face.

He knew, how could the elevator in the haunted hospital at night be normal?!This looks like a big ghost, this time she was really killed by Sherlock——

"I'm Guan Yu, I can fight three of them one at a time, I can't be afraid..."

The young man meditated on the name Guan Erye he had given himself to encourage him not to have weak legs on the spot. He had already touched his trouser pocket with his hand, ready to use his life-saving props.

The opposite of his shivering was Xiao Li. He saw the patient in the elevator and fled back without fear, but instead walked in.

Xiao Li stretched his head and glanced at the buttons in the elevator, the dripping ghost looked down at him, and stretched out his left hand towards him. The left hand is also full of pinholes-Xiao Li said at this moment: "Help press the first floor. ,Thank you."

The dripping ghost and its cart are too large, and Xiao Li's hands can't reach them to press the button.

Guan Yu: "..."

Why can Sherlock treat Didigui as elevator customer service?!

Every bit of the ghost was stunned for a moment. In Guan Yu's frightened gaze outside the elevator, it actually retracted its left hand and pressed the "first floor" button for Xiao Li.

Guan Yu: "………………"

And why, did you really press it?!

The young man outside the door did not move for a long time, and the elevator did not sense the presence of the character. Its two doors began to close inwards, seeing that Guan Yu was about to be closed outside, Xiao Li stretched out a hand and held down the elevator door , Pressed it back again: "Not coming up?"

Guan Yu didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. He looked back at the dark corridor behind him, then at the little ghosts around Xiao Li, and said angrily, "I...I..."

Still not going up, Brother Xia, you can just take it alone.

Before he could finish this sentence, the little ghost in the elevator was like being impatient, and pushed a small cart beside him hard.

The wheel of the trolley rubbed against the elevator, making a harsh sound.

Guan Yu was taken aback by it. The look it looked at Guan Yu made him think that he would be killed immediately if he didn't go up. He took a deep breath and jumped in, hiding behind Xiao Li, and a little ghost. Open the longest distance.

At the moment when the elevator door closed and began to fall, Guan Yu heard Sherlock turn his head and ask a little ghost: "The sound of rolling wheels I heard in the outpatient building yesterday evening, was that you?"

The dripping ghost did not nod or shook his head, turned his head, stared at his cart and said nothing.

Xiao Li continued to ask, "What are you doing in the outpatient clinic?"

The dripping ghost was a little restless, it began to sway its body back and forth, hitting the elevator wall from time to time.

Guan Yu was a little bit afraid that Sherlock would irritate some ghosts. He gently pulled Xiao Li's hand and whispered in his ear: "Sherlock, are you a'hundred thousand why'? You just went out as someone else. Well, stop asking, you irritated him."

Xiao Li glanced back at him, followed Guan Yu's gaze and looked at the dripping ghost. The other hand was still carrying a sling. A band tape was used to seal the place where the sling was inserted. Its impact fluttered around.

"Wait a minute, why don't you pull the needle if it's like this?"

Xiao Li frowned like a real doctor. As he said, he walked over and pressed the shoulder of Didigui with one hand, and asked Guan Yu, "Is there a handkerchief?"

There is no handkerchief, but there is a pack of napkins.

Guan Yu closed the wheat, he took out a packet of napkins from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li pulled out two pieces from the inside, pressed them on the left hand of the dripping ghost, and pulled out forcefully, pulling out the needle that didn't know how long the back of the opponent's hand had been lingering.

The needle fell in the air, and some yellow-green liquid continuously emerged from the needle, dripping on the elevator floor.

Xiao Li pressed the napkin on the back of Didigui's hand: "Press it yourself."

Little ghost:???

It stared blankly at the small cart around it that had been forcibly separated, and for a while, it was still a little overwhelming.

Xiao Li asked, "Which ward are you in, do you want me to take you back?"

It held the cart with its right hand, picked up the needle that was shaking in midair, and watched the needle fall into silence.

The elevator returned from the fifth floor to the first floor, accompanied by a sound "dingdong", the electronic tone of the elevator said sweetly: "The first floor is here, please go well."

As soon as the electronic tone voice fell, the dripping ghost grabbed the trolley with his right hand and accelerated it and pushed it away.

The sound of the scroll wheel sliding farther and farther, in Guan Yu's view, that little ghost was like...just like she saw Sherlock and fled.

The young man turned his head and asked Xiao Li, "Aren't you afraid of it? These ghosts?"

"Guan Yu, you have to remember that we are doctors. Will any doctor be afraid of his patients?" Xiao Li walked out of the elevator and walked outside.

Guan Yu kept up with him: "But they are not patients, they are ghosts!"

The young man was wearing a peaked cap, and a few strands of dyed yellow hair rushed out of the peaked cap restlessly.

Xiao Li reached out and touched the two strands of his hair: "Do you know the Hippocratic Oath?"

Guan Yu said hesitantly: "I only know Nightingale's oath..."

Xiao Li: "Then Baidu, all patients should be treated the same, and you can't stay away from them just because of their appearance."

Guan Yu: "..."

But those are really ghosts!Sherlock, are you too deep in the play?!

Xiao Li didn't listen to him any more, and waved at him.

He didn't plan to go back to the emergency room again, nor did he plan to find the right place for rounds-it was almost three in the morning, Xiao Li was a bit sleepy, and he was going to find an empty place in the doctor's dormitory to sleep overnight.

Guan Yu separated from him at the corner of the dormitory building and walked back to the dormitory vainly.

He felt like he was dreaming. He obviously saw a few horrible and cruel ghosts today, especially the little ghosts. Even if he encounters them during the day, he will be frightened by the sound of the roller, but following Sherlock, So normal(?) and all limbs returned here.

This is simply...

Think carefully.

Guan Yu scratched his head and walked back to his dormitory.

And Xiao Li's hand was placed on the door of his dormitory, and he pulled down to open the door.

Only at the moment of opening, he didn't walk in again, because Xiao Li felt that there was another person in his room.

The man didn't sit or stand, he just leaned against the wall, waiting for him.

Xiao Li pursed his lips. He turned on the light. The light in the dormitory fell on the man's face, but it didn't make him squint.

The man's face is still not showing, and Xiao Huangben has also been abnormally quiet recently-Xiao Li thought he was really thinking about what he said, but he didn't expect that the other party was waiting for him in his dormitory.

The man stood up straight and looked at Xiao Li, his voice revealed a little unnoticeable joy: "You are back."

This sentence made him sound like a husband waiting for his lover to return late, even if his whole body is so amazing.

Xiao Li took out a small yellow notebook from his pocket, put it forward on the table, and hooked the door with his feet: "What are you doing here?"

Perhaps this dormitory is too small, or the single bed is too narrow. It is easy to think of some bad pictures. The man’s throat is a bit dry, and he reaches out to Xiao Li, "I’m afraid you stay up late. Too late, hungry, want to have supper?"

If Xiao Huangben still said some pornographic jokes this time, then Xiao Li might have kicked him under the exhaustion of staying up late, but now the other party is talking about supper...

The man stuffed him a piece of chocolate and fed him: "What do you want to eat?"

Xiao Li lowered his head and tore open the packaging of the piece of chocolate, realizing that this was really the dark chocolate he had been carrying, and he put it in his mouth and thought.

There are a lot of things he wants to eat, and he can say a bunch of things as a jingle—but Xiao Li thought about it, and finally chose two most suitable foods. He said: "Milk tea replenishes energy. This point is suitable for barbecue. "

Milk tea with barbecue.

the man:"…………"

He didn't seem to expect Xiao Li to come up with such a wonderful combination, and he didn't respond for a while.

Xiao Li realized his silence, so he raised his head: "Can't it?"

His tone lightened, sounding a little disappointed.

The man changed his tone, and he gently persuaded: "It's not impossible. It's just that it's so late. It's not good to eat this way. If you like it, I'll next time--"

Before he finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Li a little lost and turned his eyes.

So the man changed his decision without hesitation. He immediately changed his words: "...Yes."

"Last time, eat something easy to digest next time."

He said that the whole person disappeared into the darkness, like a teleport.

Xiao Li sat on the side of the bed, counting the time waiting for the other party to return-Xiao Huangben's speed was very fast, but within ten minutes, he waited for the other party's arrival.

The things appeared on the table in good order, but the man did not follow it back.

A line of handwriting appeared on the little yellow book: [Like it?