Chapter 101 Abnormalities in the Hospital
Although Watson could barely walk, he was still using a cane when he left Crossroads Hospital.
The cane is not only a tool and decoration to assist walking, it can also be used to conceal one's identity, and it is also a weapon with hidden murderous intent.
He had just walked down to the lobby. Because today was Sunday, the hospital had suspended free clinics for a break. The pure white hall was empty, with only a very small number of medical staff who responded to emergencies on duty.
The person in charge of the triage table this Sunday is Crovette again. She has almost become equal to this triage table. Now some hospitalized patients have begun to jokingly call her the triage table lady.
Crovette will naturally not be angry at these jokes. She will only respond with a clear laugh... Only the other face in her heart will stare at everyone who can make fun of her with vicious eyes. The patient seems to have that playful smiling face deeply etched in her mind. When she regains her body, she will definitely let these guys taste the pain of despair!
During this period of time, due to real inconvenience in his legs and feet, Watson has been lying in the ward and has never left. He has also never tried to sleep in a place called the Free Hospital, which is actually the base camp of the Tantric Cult and sneaked into the place... …He suspected that it would leave very obvious traces and reveal his true identity.
So he has been recuperating peacefully, just like he was lying in the Royal Free Hospital earlier, but now he has changed to another simpler ward.
It was not until the past few days that he was finally able to barely walk on the ground, and then he began to wander around the Cross Road Hospital under the pretext of walking to exercise and talk to other patients who also lived here for free.
In the eyes of the mortals and poor people who come and go, this is a place that can definitely be called a good health resort with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
The walls are painted pure colors, the beds are clean and comfortable, and even every meal is much better than when working outside, nutritious and delicious.
The air is made of disinfectant water mixed with the special fragrance of flowers and plants in the garden. It is pungent and a little sweet at the same time... But don't tell me, it still smells good after living there for a long time. Anyway, it is thicker and thicker than the coal smoke in the factory. Thick dust smells much better. After smelling it for a long time, my body feels light.
Moreover, the nurses and caregivers were kind and eager. If we had any difficulties, they would immediately solve them for us. They even chewed the bread and put it directly into our mouths... No, if you have difficulty moving just after the operation, it really is. Crush the food into liquid and send it directly to the stomach... Hey, I didn't expect that we poor people at the bottom would one day be able to experience the enjoyment of noble gentlemen.
If we hadn't thought that there were more patients waiting in line outside who needed beds, we really didn't want to be discharged from the hospital. We really wanted to stay here for the rest of our lives and continue to live this good life of having food to eat, clothes to spread, and hands to spread. There is no need to think about anything, there is no need to worry about anything, and all the bullshit jobs and mothers-in-law can go to hell!
A pale and thin patient said this.
The hospital patients who were also sitting around chatting in the garden nodded and said yes, yes, they really wanted to live in the hospital for the rest of their lives.
Watson looked at the patients in front of him, at the faint glow in their skulls that was almost extinguished.
He has quickly become one with this group of hospital patients through a few crude sex jokes that are used all over the world.
He learned from these patients who had been hospitalized for a minimum of five days and a maximum of two weeks that they had all been laborers who made a living by working hard at the dock... However, Watson looked at this group of patients who looked haggard and seemed to be weak. A middle-aged man, he patted the shoulder of one of the talkative patients and asked tentatively: "This man, I heard that you used to help people unload goods at the dock. Which dock was it at? Where was it? Is the work hard? How much is the salary? Can you apply for a job after I go out?"
The tall, seemingly strong patient looked the new guy up and down when he heard this, and shook his head, "You can't do it. You look as skinny as firewood. Let alone unloading and loading cargo, even if I just let you stay on the shore. I’m afraid you’ll be exhausted while helping to organize the goods. You have to carry at least 180 pounds of goods during this trip. How can your little body bear it?”
The tall patient said as he rolled up his sleeves, bent his arms to raise his towering biceps, and patted them hard, making a snapping sound.
"Look at these strong muscles, they have been developed after years of hard work... I'm not bragging. Normally on the dock, I can work as much as three people without even growing beards. "Boy."
Watson looked envious and squeezed the opponent's strong arm, which was much thicker than ordinary people. However, the touch between his fingers was flaccid and loose, like fat accumulation... No, it's better than fat. Some of them still have a certain amount of elasticity left, more like water-filled sponges, and don’t have the firmness of muscles that come from years of exercise.
The tall patient was still showing off his biceps to the patients around him, listening to the words of praise and looking at the thumbs up, with a proud look on his face.
Watson also gave the field a thumbs up and praised him for being awesome, but in fact he was thinking in his heart:
"Is this person serious? There is absolutely no way his fat muscles can withstand the high-intensity handling work at the dock, let alone the rhetoric of one to three... Judging from his current situation, he can handle it steadily A hundred pounds of cargo without being crushed to the ground is beyond imagination."
"Or is it that this person was indeed very strong before he was admitted to the hospital...only after receiving treatment from Crossroads Hospital did he become the strong-willed person in front of him?"
"Winfreth and the others are not only secretly absorbing the light from the patient's skull, but they even have a way to steal the patient's vitality?!"
He buried his doubts in his heart and breathed in the strange fragrance in the garden. Those strange plants like pitcher plants seemed to contain morning dew inside, like water cups filled with liquid, exuding an intoxicating aroma.
Watson breathed heavily, and gradually showed a comfortable and relaxed expression, with a faint smile on his face.
But his lungs were screaming desperately to expel these gases that seemed to have psychedelic effects from the body. The moth in his skull flapped its wings slightly, and sprinkled little mana scales on the lungs, soothing the abnormality and giving up the intoxication.
While chatting, Watson inadvertently caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. The soil where those strange and fragrant plants were planted had traces of recent disturbance. He moved his position seemingly at random, gradually approaching the suspicious traces of disturbance... He smelled something familiar. The smell is like rust and salty... it smells like human blood.
"What kind of plant is this? It needs to be raised with human blood? And it can also emit a fragrance that affects sanity... Is this a plant unique to the hidden world? Some kind of raw material for making mysterious potions?"