"I want to call...Deputy Director Xie Chengjun. How many... spiritual healing points do I need?"
Losing a part of your future?
What Dai Ming lost the most because of this incident was his dream.
He would rather trade part of his future in exchange for his art dream. He doesn't want to continue to be tortured like this.
Most importantly, he felt like it was a curse.
"As for Deputy Director Xie, let me check it for you... Well, you are quite lucky. It was difficult to get Deputy Director Xie's number, but he happened to have a special clinic number three days later from two to three o'clock in the afternoon, but
The price will be more expensive, and there are 300 spiritual healing points. If you agree, I will make an appointment for you. Three days later at two o'clock in the afternoon, Hospital No. 444 will send a special car to take you to the hospital, and then you will go to the registration office to register."
If the number of spiritual healing points exceeds 100, the fee cannot be deducted with the patient's verbal consent, and the fee must be paid at the registration office on the first floor.
"Okay, I understand. My name is Dai Ming, and my ID number is..."
"We have found your identity and have registered an appointment for you. Well, I have to remind you that you can only call to cancel the appointment three hours before the visit. Otherwise, whether you want it or not, you will be taken by our hospital's ambulance.
Take him to the hospital."
"Ambulance?" Dai Ming was stunned: "My situation is not serious enough to require an ambulance, right?"
"It has nothing to do with whether the situation is serious or not. Regardless of whether it is serious or not, we will transport him by ambulance."
"Then, I'll give you my address..."
"There is no need to give your address. No matter where you are on the planet, the ambulance will come to pick you up."
Is this still possible?
"Okay, I understand. Ah, by the way, I want to watch it with another person, is that okay?"
"Someone else?"
"Well, her name is Pan..."
"Okay, I understand. I have made an appointment for you. However, when the ambulance comes to pick you up, you must stay together and the distance cannot exceed ten meters, so that you can be sent to the hospital together. When the time comes,
You just need to go to the registration office to register together."
"Okay, thank you."
After making this call, Dai Ming felt as if he was in a dream.
Now, there are only two possibilities, either he and Pan Yizhen are schizophrenic, or it is really a curse. However, it is possible that two people who are unrelated and live in different cities draw the same painting.
No matter how you look at it, it can be ignored.
"The hospital that cures curses..."
Dai Ming opened the browser and entered hospital number 444 in the search engine. When he searched, he found a lot of hospital advertisements.
He looked for a long time and didn't find what he wanted at all.
"Xiao Dai, are you feeling uncomfortable?" The colleague next to him looked at the webpage Dai Ming browsed and asked, "Why are you searching for a hospital?"
"No, no, I just did a random search."
A colleague said: "If you are sick, you still need to see him as soon as possible. Do you want to take sick leave?"
"No, no sick leave."
To ask for sick leave, you need to have a hospital diagnosis certificate. Can hospital No. 444 provide it? It can only be deducted with annual leave.
During lunch break, Dai Ming walked outside the unit, took out his mobile phone and called Pan Yizhen.
"Hey, Miss Pan, it's me, Dai Ming."
"Oh...what's wrong?"
Dai Ming was organizing his words and thinking about how to tell Pan Yizhen about Hospital No. 444.
Such a ridiculous and bizarre thing is indeed not something that ordinary people can believe.
"Why are not you talking?"
"Ms. Pan, do you think... how can we get a reasonable explanation for what happened to us? I drew that kind of painting while half asleep and half awake. It is difficult for a sober person to draw so realistically!
"
Pan Yizhen fell silent for a moment.
Obviously, Pan Yizhen has not thought about what Dai Ming said. It's just that she is emotionally unwilling to accept this.
"You...are you trying to say that we...have provoked some evil spirit?"
Without such experience, it would be difficult for most people to accept this reality.
However, at present, Pan Yizhen seems to think that such a statement is not so unreasonable.
"Yes...that's what I mean. I always feel that 'she' is really looking at us."
It was obviously under the bright sun, but Dai Ming felt creepy.
"so……"
"Let's meet tonight, I want to show you something."
He held the business card in his hand and said.
"what?"
"I don't know how to tell you. Anyway, let's talk about it after we meet in the evening."
Not long after the call with Pan Yizhen ended, Dai Ming was about to go back to the work building when suddenly Dai Lin called him again.
"Dai Ming, I want to talk to you. Do you have time tonight?"
"night?"
"You said you would show me some of the paintings you have painted before."
"Well, Dai Lin, forget it, no need."
"No?"
Dai Lin had just finished eating in the cafeteria and went to the stairwell of the hospital to call Dai Ming.
"Well, no need. Dai Lin, I don't plan to think about this matter for the time being, so let's leave it at that."
"Hey, Dai Ming! Dai Ming! Hey!"
Dai Ming just hung up the phone.
Dai Lin didn't know why Dai Ming suddenly changed his attitude.
"Is it because of that woman last night?"
In any case, it's okay if Dai Lin doesn't know about it. Now that he knows about it, he will never let it go no matter what.
He had to determine whether Dai Ming's symptoms were caused by a curse, and whether he needed conservative treatment or surgery. If a curse was needed, Dai Lin planned to buy it out of his own pocket.
However, he still has some lingering fears about Xie Chengjun. When will he arrange a trial for himself?
"Speaking of which...now..."
Gao Heyan should have arrived in Malaysia, right?
I don't know how she is doing now.
Dai Lin picked up the phone and wanted to contact her, but he was worried that it would affect her mood for the exam. After all, Dai Lin still knew nothing about the senior professional title exam, and it was not clear whether she was preparing for it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You...can come back alive? Gao Heyan?"
At this moment, Dai Lin called her name very naturally for the first time.
Dai Lin has always had a feeling of respect for Gao Heyan. He had also gone to earthquake-stricken areas with the hospital in the past, but he asked himself that he might not be able to take the initiative to become a doctor in such a hospital. And Gao Heyan
Not only did Yan do it, but apparently, she has no regrets to this day.
Dai Lin walked out of the stairwell and bumped into a doctor walking from the side.
Although he can see through things, Dai Lin doesn't have this ability turned on all the time.
"Ah, I'm sorry!"
Then, Dai Lin looked at the other party.
It was a young doctor with curly hair and glasses.
"You are... Xia Li, the intern in our department, right?"
The doctor wearing glasses said with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Doctor Dai, I bumped into you."
"No, I was careless." Dai Lin looked at the other person and said, "I heard that you, like Dr. Ying Ziye, are..."
"Yes." Xia Li nodded, "One of the residents of that hell apartment. I am currently interning in the hospital. I hope to rescue my companions as soon as possible."
"Okay, come on."
At this time, Dai Lin still didn't know what kind of relationship he would have with the intern in front of him in the future...
night.
Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen agreed to meet at a lively hotpot restaurant.
Only in such a lively place with a lot of people could dispel some of the fear in Dai Ming's heart.
But today, whether it was an illusion or not, Dai Ming felt that there were a lot less people in the hot pot restaurant.
Pan Yizhen was already waiting there.
"Sorry, I am late."
"No, I came too early."
Dai Ming took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code and said to her: "Can you eat spicy food?"
"Can."
"good……"
"It doesn't matter what you eat, I want to ask," Pan Yizhen asked: "Mr. Dai, what do you... want to show me?"