Yang Jian, He Nanxing, so many gods didn't kill me. If I really died in a car accident in such a confused manner, it would be too embarrassing.
My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode, but since I can feel the pain, I'm probably still alive and it's not a dream.
But where am I? Where has the ugly Taoist priest gone?
I endured the pain in my head, climbed up from the tattered bed, held on to the moss-covered wall, and moved towards the door step by step.
While moving, he covered his head and shouted:
"Is anyone there?
Zhuge Zhengqi, are you here?
Where is this? Someone come out and say something.
Where has my phone gone?
Who took my phone?”
While I was talking, I remembered to call Zhuge Zhengqi, but when I took out my pocket, I found that the phone, wallet and other items in my pocket were gone.
Just as I was about to reach the door, I heard footsteps outside the door.
Then a young woman's voice rang out and said:
"The man woke up
I just said he still has breath, right? You insist on saving him.
Why hasn't Dr. Zhao come here yet? Lao Qi, go out and greet him quickly.
Laoba, go and boil some brown sugar water to replenish his body, and then lay down a poached egg."
While he was talking, the door of the room was opened from the outside, and a beautiful woman in her twenties walked in with a few elderly people in their sixties or seventies.
It's hard to tell what kind of clothes these people are wearing. Everyone is wearing pudding clothes.
Because the pudding was too thick, it almost completely covered the original appearance of the clothes.
Although their clothes were in tatters, these people had tidied themselves up.
The woman has a big shiny braid thrown behind her head, a pink complexion, and a pair of big, bright eyes.
The remaining men were all very young, but looking at their expressions, they were respectful to this woman who was much younger than him.
Seeing that these people all had unfamiliar faces, I was confused and said:
"Did you save me?
Where is this place? Where is my other friend?
It’s the one who doesn’t look very smart.”
"Is there another person?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then turned back to an old man in his seventies and said:
"Lao San, didn't you say you were alone?
Why did he say there was another one?
Hurry up and take people over to see if anyone really dies in our area."
The old man also looked a little confused. He looked at me and said:
"I said, little brother, are you too seriously injured and confused?
Where is the second person? You are the only one at the foot of the mountain.
You can see through it at a glance, if there is someone there, we can't possibly miss it."
How did I get to the foot of the mountain? Wasn't it Zhuge Zhengqi who was struck by lightning while driving on the national highway?
When I think about things, my head hurts terribly.
After I said "Ouch," I covered my head and squatted on the ground.
At this time, another old man's voice sounded outside the door:
"Urge, urge, urge.
What's there to urge? Whether he survives or not depends on his life!
If he really dies, it will be in his life.
Auntie, you can really cause me trouble.
My third brother’s bulleye is about to give birth, and I’m still too busy over there.”
When I heard the sound, a gray-haired old man with a hunchback walked in from the door.
After the old hunchback walked in, he looked me up and down, then turned to the young woman and said:
"Auntie, isn't this good?
I turned around and gave him a large bowl of hot noodles and ate them while they were still hot.
It’ll be fine if you sweat a little.”
While talking, the old hunchback took out a handful of dirty pills from the old schoolbag he was carrying.
He searched among the pills and finally found two small pills that had turned gray.
After handing the pills to the woman, the old hunchback continued:
"Then give him this medicine.
If he can leave, send him out quickly."
Before the old hunchback finished speaking, an elderly man ran in from the door and shouted at him:
"Dr. Zhao, is it over here?
Hurry up, my cow's amniotic water has broken and it's leaking out.
Isn't this person dead? Then follow me back quickly."
While talking, the old man didn't care about anyone else, directly picked up the old man on his back, and then ran out of the door.
The beautiful woman gave a helpless smile, then handed over the dirty pills in her hand, fed them into my mouth, and said:
"You take the medicine, and then drink some brown sugar and egg water to make you sweat."
What medicines are mixed together?
The pills have turned half black, how dare I take them?
I didn't dare to open my mouth, I just endured the headache and took the pills.
I looked at the four words engraved on the small tablet - paracetamol.
I saw such pills when I was a kid, but is the name paracetamol no longer needed?
It seems that the name of the drug has been changed to Acetyl Tablets or something, and the name Paracetamol has been discontinued long ago.
This pill has expired a long time ago.
Seeing me staring at the pills in a daze, the old man who just spoke to me scooped out a ladle of cold water from the water tank at the door.
He brought it to my lips and said:
"Little brother, take the medicine quickly and you'll be fine.
This pill is a valuable thing. If you take one pill, you will lose one pill.
You’ll feel better after eating it.”
How dare I take pills? When I opened my mouth to lie and said I was allergic to this medicine, the old man took the pills from my hand, stuffed them into my mouth, and then poured cold water from the ladle into it.
in my mouth.
By the time I reacted and wanted to resist, two dirty pieces of paracetamol had already entered my stomach.
I quickly stretched out my fingers and pressed my throat, trying to pull out the two pills.
Seeing that I was about to pick my throat, the woman stopped and kicked me from behind. Then she said to the old guys behind her:
"This kid doesn't know what to do, so hold him down quickly.
Don't let him waste such valuable medicine."
Then, several old men rushed over and held me down.
The old man named Lao San kept smearing my chest and neck. After making sure I wouldn't spit out the pills, he let go.
If I didn't die in the hands of gods like Yang Jian and He Nanxing, I would probably die here.
If it weren't for the splitting headache, who would be my rivals for these old guys? If I don't knock out their dentures, I'll take their last name.
When being held down by these old people, I was a little anxious and wanted to use magic
But when I turned around the immortal magic of Niu and Ma Erxian, I found that the place where the immortal magic was stored in my body was empty, and I couldn't sense any of the immortal magic.