Zhong Ping followed the woman back to the treatment room on the first floor. The woman went to the office next door and told Zhong Ping to just sit here and not run around.
Zhong Ping was filled with a sense of uneasiness. This room alone was unsettling enough. The wall above the cart where the medical equipment was placed had sterility written on it, and even the scissors on it looked a bit uneasy after Xiong Weiqun had just been cut.
Blood stains on the belly.
And this room was actually called the "Disposal Room". Who gave it the name? It made him feel like a hen waiting to be slaughtered!
But he didn't get anxious for too long. In less than ten minutes, the woman returned to the treatment room again, telling him that the person above who planned to see him would be here soon, and let him wander around the hospital as he pleased.
Zhong Ping became anxious again. If he wandered around the hospital casually, it meant that he would not "come here soon"! Where is this procrastination cliché?!
In the end, he didn't go anywhere and just waited in the treatment room for treatment. The woman didn't care where he was, went out and disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
This "will be here soon" is indeed untrue. Zhong Ping was still sitting on the hospital bed at first, then leaned on it half an hour later, lay down on his back half an hour later, and fell asleep half an hour later...
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When he was suddenly shaken up, he no longer knew what night it was. He staggered up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and finally realized that this was the treatment room. The woman was watching him get up by the bedside. Looking at the door again,
There is already a person standing there.
The man wore a pair of polished leather shoes and a high-quality striped suit, with something like a communicator tucked into his collar.
When Zhong Ping saw the man's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but half-opened his mouth in confusion: "Huh?"