Vodka picked up the sealed bag handed by Doctor Montenegro.
At this moment, another person walked into the ward swaggeringly.
Vodka was startled, raised his head alertly, and was surprised to find that the person coming was actually Dr. Shirai - probably because of the result of his emphasis last time, Dr. Montenegro helped him find this fish monster.
The fish monster's work attitude today was also very perfunctory. Dr. Shirai looked at Vodka casually: "How are you feeling recently?"
When Vodka saw this hateful guy, he couldn't help grinding his teeth: "..." It feels very bad, the kind of bad feeling that I want to shoot you in the head.
Dr. Shirai didn't wait for his answer, and smiled to himself: "Actually, there is no need for you to keep looking for me. Mr. Montenegro's medical skills are enough to deal with your illness - of course, the most important thing is that this guy Heishan is very narrow-minded.
, keep mentioning me in front of him, but be careful of being resented by him."
When Vodka heard the keyword "holding a grudge", he immediately became alert: "?!"
Dr. Shirai did not have such a high consciousness. Ever since he planned to change jobs, he felt relaxed and was too lazy to continue to maintain the old-fashioned and serious image of a doctor.
He patted his colleague on the shoulder and jokingly joked with the patient in front of him: "Haha, but he probably hates me more than you - I heard that you can barely be considered a detective. If I die one day,
Just capture Heishan directly, I’m sure you’ll be right!”
Vodka: “…”
This, this is the doctor chosen by the organization for Wu Zuo? Who picked it? Did you have any discernment? This doctor clearly has a look of death on his face!
and……
Without counting them in detail, with a quick glance, he realized that there were four people in the room at this time-Dr. Shirai, plus three people with different identities including him.
"..."
An innocent cadre began to sweat profusely.
Of course Dr. Shirai, who was addicted to showing off, did not stay for treatment. He just went through the motions and left.
Vodka gave him a "fail" stamp in his heart.
After ending the interview unilaterally, he wanted to jump up and run away, but the words "Stay in the hospital" from the police station during the day made him stop with hatred.
——If he runs away now, even if the police find him innocent later, he, "Mr. Yamada", will probably be labeled as "untrustworthy".
After today's ups and downs, Vodka realized more and more that the friendliness of the police was sometimes of great use - for example, if the person marked with blood-red paint today was Jiang Xia, then the police department would probably only suspect that the curly-haired man was slipping.
Instead, he would not take his brother Jiang Xia back to the police station.
"Forget it, I'm already here, just bear with me for two more days." Vodka looked at the dark night outside, fearing the possible traps outside, and did not dare to run away on the spot, "And the interview results can't be written so hastily.
Just in time to fill it with a little more."
…
Vodka when brainstorming.
Next to him, Dr. Heishan took a deep breath and calmed down from his colleague's provocation.
Looking back, he saw "Mr. Yamada" holding sealed food, but did not open it immediately to eat. Dr. Montenegro understood something and thought he understood.
He said to the nurse: "Just pack up and go out. Don't disturb this gentleman and let him eat by himself."
With that said, he took the lead to leave, leaving enough quiet personal space for the patient.
Seeing this, the little nurse also picked up the dinner plate and left.
When the two of them went out, Vodka came back to his senses, wiped his face with grief and anger, and returned his attention to the present.
He began to check his dinner over and over again.
There are no air leaks or pinholes. The brand is a big brand with strict inspections. The quality is guaranteed. The anti-counterfeiting certification can also be checked. It is not counterfeit... Not bad, it can be eaten!
After such a day of tossing, he was already hungry. Vodka checked the box of milk in the same way, finally tore open the package and started to eat his dinner.
Although the conditions were a bit more difficult, he had eaten this kind of food before when he worked overtime, so Vodka adapted well to it: not only did he finish the meal quickly, but he also immediately fell asleep comfortably and drowsily.
I lean on the pillow and want to take a nap...
Huh? Wait.
Vodka opened his eyes wide and suddenly felt something was wrong: Although it was dark, it was only what time, how could he feel sleepy?!
Even though he had worked hard all day, an Uzo fan just came over. How could he sleep at this time?
——Something is wrong, very wrong! There is something wrong with the food! Or...or maybe that little nurse secretly sprayed something in the air just now?
It shouldn't be like this! Even if someone wants to murder, shouldn't the deceased be Dr. Shirai? It has nothing to do with him, an innocent patient!
Vodka covered his throat to no avail, and a turmoil surged in his heart. He struggled to get up, but he was unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness. Finally, he fell back on the pillow and closed his eyes without any peace of mind.
…
After a healthy patient is forced to sleep.
With a creak, the door to the ward was gently pushed open. From the shadow outside the crack of the door, Doctor Montenegro walked in.
The kind-faced doctor saw the empty packaging bags on the table, pushed up his glasses, and smiled as if his plan had succeeded.
He walked over to observe the condition of the vodka and confirmed that "Mr. Yamada" was asleep. Doctor Montenegro took out a sealed food and a carton of milk from the bag he carried with him - from the brand to the specific type, these were the same as the vodka just now
The portion I ate was exactly the same.
Then he leaned over and looked at the leftover vodka packaging bags, and tore the bags in his hands in the same shape. He poured out the food inside and replaced the medicine-stained food bags on the vodka table with empty packaging.
"How naive." Dr. Heishan shook his head, "Who said sealed food is safe? As long as you open it after buying it and put it back in the same plastic package, ordinary people won't be able to tell."
He walked to the window, opened the curtains, turned around and left the ward.
…
Time flies by.
In the middle of the night, the hospital bed creaked and a figure sat up in horror.
When Vodka opened his eyes, everything was dark. His breathing stopped. His first reaction was that he had gone to hell after death.
Soon, his rationality returned slightly, and he felt that maybe he was just blind, or maybe he had been kidnapped and locked up in a light-tight basement.
Finally, as his eyes gradually adapted to the light, Vodka found in disbelief that he was sleeping in the previous ward in good condition: his body was intact and uninjured, and the floor of the ward was empty, without a sudden appearance of a corpse.
Vodka: "...?"
Someone went to great lengths to stun him, then put him in the ward and did nothing?
