"Ah..." A dry moan came from behind the curtain, probably from the owner of that hand.
Generally speaking, if the protagonist in a horror movie encounters this kind of situation, he is likely to be so frightened that he screams and falls to the ground as soon as his legs go weak.
But Feng Bu felt very calm, and his reasoning didn't stop for a moment...
"On the left hand, there are obvious wrinkles on the back of the hand, and the nails are dry and thick. It looks like an old man's hand, but the grip strength is amazing; the veins under the skin are bulging, and there are a lot of puncture marks near the veins, indicating perennial infusion. The skin color is unusually white and radiates.
There was a smell of formalin; it was no coincidence that he could accurately grab my wrist through the curtain..."
Brother Jue's eyes kept turning and his mind was racing.
At this moment, he had three plans in his mind: first, pick up the folding knife and stab it; second, twist the opponent with his backhand, pull him out, and throw him over his shoulder; third, open the curtain and take a look.
See you later...
Considering that his current combat effectiveness is no different from ordinary people... Feng Bujue finally chose a safer method. So, he stretched out his other hand (the knife was still held in the palm of his hand) and pinched the patient with his index finger and thumb.
The long curtain beside the bed is pulled horizontally.
Boo hoo...
The plastic ring at the top of the curtain rubbed against the iron bar and made a strange sizzling sound.
The person on the hospital bed soon appeared in front of Feng Bujue...
Overall, it looked like an old man who looked like a mummy. He was lying on his back on the bed, wearing a light blue hospital gown, with pale skin and a stiff body.
At the first glance, Brother Jue knew that the person in front of him was probably not a "living person" because there were hundreds of infusion tubes inserted into the old man's body...
The ends of the tubes are all connected to the wall above the bed, and black liquid is still flowing in the tubes. The needles at the front of the infusion tubes are all inserted into the old man's skin at a 90-degree angle, almost covering his whole body. The needles are stuck
The positions are: forehead, neck, torso (through clothes), soles of feet, etc. There are only tubes inserted in these places. The most amazing thing is...even his two eyeballs have infusion tubes inserted.
...It is truly "painful just looking at it".
"Uh..." The old man grabbed Brother Jue's wrist and slowly turned his head. Although there were needles inserted into his two eyeballs, he still "looked" at Brother Jue and said with difficulty, "
So thirsty...I'm so thirsty..."
"Old man." Feng Bujue said earnestly, "Have you ever heard of the saying 'You can take medicine without injections, you can get injections without infusions'? The World Health Organization has emphasized it many times..."
"So thirsty..." The old man ignored him and continued to speak his lines.
Feng Bujue sighed and followed the NPC routine: "Okay... can I get you some water?"
"I want to drink...cold beer..." the old man replied.
"Old man, have you ever heard the saying 'If you want to have sex, you need more sex'?" Feng Bujue said, "In your current state, is it appropriate to drink alcoholic beverages?" He looked up at the wall above the bed, "By the way...
What is flowing from the wall into your body? Oil or cola?"
"Dr. Pepper..." the old man replied.
"That's really hard on you..." Feng Bujue said with the corners of his mouth twitching.
(Dr. Pepper is the name of a soft drink, the English name is dr_pepper, also translated as Pengquan, Dr. Piper, etc. This drink has a large number of loyal fans around the world with its unique taste that has mixed reviews. Its taste is very subtle.
Parodied in "South Park" as "the drink for agnostics.")
"I want to drink...cold beer..." the old man repeated again.
"Okay...I understand..." During the conversation, Feng Bujue kept trying to pull the other party's hand away, but to no avail. Therefore, he could basically judge that this was a side mission that he must take once it was triggered.
"I'll get it for you right now."
"Thank you... thank you..." As soon as the old man heard this, he let go of Brother Jue's wrist.
At the same time, the system prompt also came: [Side mission has been triggered]
In the task bar, a new line of instructions was added: [Purchase a bottle of cold beer from the vending machine in the restaurant lobby and bring it to Mr. Harper in Ward 216.]
"Oh. You are Mr. Harper, right..." Feng Bujue looked at the game menu and said to the old man in front of him, "Can you tell me by the way how to get to the restaurant?"
"Hmm... very good." Feng Bujue shook his sore wrist, shrugged and muttered, "There is no prompt at all, it's so damn interesting."
Although he was forced to take on the side mission, Feng Bujue was still a little hesitant about whether to complete it.
"Theoretically speaking, if I stay in this room until dawn, wouldn't I be able to clear the level..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "But judging from the urinary nature of this script, I probably won't be allowed to be in the same room."
If you stay too long in the corridor, you will attract Chad, and if you stay in the ward for too long, you may attract something else..."
When he thought about this, he had already reached the second hospital bed, the one next to Mr. Harper.
This time, Feng Bujue simply pulled open the curtain. But there was nothing on the bed.
"Hmph...am I going to be fooled like this?" Brother Jue sneered and took out his sunglasses.
In the next five minutes, he used the perspective of sunglasses and the naked eye to carefully look at the top, bottom, left, right, and every corner of the entire hospital bed; he also looked over and touched the bed sheets.
After smelling it, I almost put it in my mouth to taste it... After doing this, he still didn't give up. He also took a folding knife and knocked on the bed frame, trying to find out whether there were keys or other things hidden inside.
Finally, after all this tossing and spending a lot of energy, he finally confirmed 100%... that this was just an empty bed used as a decoration for the scene.
"Okay, next one." Brother Jue didn't seem to care about this. Even though he was doing useless work, he looked like he was enjoying it.
"Hey, let me tell you, buddy." Just as Feng Bujue was about to walk to the third bed, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him. It sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, "I'm here, behind you.
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When Feng Bujue heard the words, he turned around and listened. The voice came from the hospital bed in the middle of the room on the other side. That bed was also tightly surrounded by curtains.
"Are you calling me?" Brother Jue asked tentatively.
"That's right." The voice replied, "Can you come over here?"
"Okay." Feng Bujue said, and tiptoed over. After approaching a certain distance, he suddenly stretched out his hand, quickly opened the curtain in front of the hospital bed, and shrank back like lightning.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged uncle sitting on the bed looked at Brother Jue and asked, his eyes seemed to say: "Is this kid sick?"
Feng Bujue looked the other person up and down and immediately asked: "Uh... are you a vampire?"
He asked this because the features of the other party were quite obvious. The face was basically the same as the classic vampire image in Disney cartoons. White face, red lips, back of the head, and fangs. The face was thin and the temperament was cold. If this guy
If he were wearing a suit instead of a hospital gown, Brother Jue wouldn't even ask...
"Hey kid, you know that's not polite to ask?" Uncle Vampire replied, "Are you a racist?"
"No, no... pretend I didn't say anything." Feng Bujue quickly waved his hand and shook his head.
"My name is Richard Sutherland, you can call me Earl." said the Earl.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Another sharp voice sounded from the bed on the right side of the earl, which is the bed directly opposite Mr. Harper, "He is not an earl."
"Shut up! You drunkard!" the count yelled to the side.
The voice known as "The Drunkard" shot back: "Earls have castles! Do you?"
"That's nonsense!" the Count shot back, "Who said that?"
"That's it anyway!" the drunkard replied.
While they were arguing, Feng Bujue had already moved a few steps to the side and opened the curtain beside the "drunkard's" bed.
Sitting on the bed was a green-skinned, extremely short creature with a pointed nose, pointed ears, and big eyes and mouth. There was no doubt that... he was a goblin. Moreover, he was also wearing a hospital gown at this time.
"What are you doing? Don't you know how to respect other people's rights?" After the curtain opened, the goblin shouted to Feng Bujue.
"I'm sorry... I didn't expect that a person who eavesdropped and joined other people's conversations without permission would actually pay attention to sex." Feng Bujue refuted the other party with a powerful point of view.
"Uh..." The goblin was speechless.
"Haha..." the count laughed, "You must be exhausted! Victor, you have today too!"
"Oh...your name is Victor?" Feng Bujue took over and asked.
"It's the great Victor Ridvox!" Victor replied. "A well-known trade tycoon!"
"He's just smuggling all kinds of wine and arms." The count said in an aside.
"Stop being so wordy! You fake noble!"
"Shut up! You black-hearted speculator!"
The two of them soon started quarreling with each other.
Feng Bujue sighed and watched for a while. After the two people's conversation slowed down a little, he said to the count carefully: "So... what did you want to do when you asked me to come here?"
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"Oh, that's right." The count turned around and said, "Are you going to help Harper get beer? I want you to drop by the blood bank and bring me some plasma. It's best to have type B, not too much.
Two bags are enough."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue replied weakly, "If you want to suck blood... isn't there a ready-made goblin next to you?"
"Hey!" Victor immediately yelled dissatisfied.
"It's too barbaric. Sucking blood directly from living creatures is simply an animal behavior." The count looked at Brother Jue with doubtful eyes, "Young man, have you watched too many violent movies?"
"Hehe...hehe..." Feng Bujue's lips twitched and he laughed a few times, "In a sense, your answer makes me feel relieved."
"Oh! By the way, if you want to go to the blood bank, help me bring something back." Victor said at this time, "Yesterday, I lost a key. I guess it was in the pediatric department on the first floor.
I lost it in the emergency room, if you can help me find it, I can give you a generous reward!"
"No problem!" Feng Bujue agreed immediately. The most critical part of what Victor said was undoubtedly the last five words...
"I won't let you run away in vain." The earl said, "Bring me your blood, and I will give you something in exchange."
"Okay, okay." Feng Bujue figured it out at this moment. He had to go out for a run anyway, so why not just take on more tasks at once, collect everything and then come back.
[Side mission has been triggered]
Then, the system prompt came, and two new tasks appeared in Brother Jue's taskbar.
[Obtain two packs of type B plasma from the blood bank and bring them to Lord Richard Sutherland in Ward 216.]
[Find Victor's key in the pediatric clinic on 1F and return it to Victor Ridvox in Ward 216.]
"Finally... I have a question." Feng Bujue looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "I see that your hands and feet are sound and you are not restricted by anything. Why don't you do this yourself?"
"I have cirrhosis of the liver and cannot move around." Victor replied.
The count's reply was even more concise and concise, just two words: "Anemia." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
