Chapter 357 Changing Wards

Chapter 357 Changing Wards

I nodded. This ward seemed to be in the shade.

But someone said before that my injuries were suitable for rest in the north ward.

Because I couldn't get sun exposure, the wounds on my body were not easy to get inflamed.

I don't know whether this is true or not. Anyway, it's right to do so and follow the doctor's arrangement.

Now he asked me to move to the ward facing the sun, which shows that he has other concerns.

However, the prices of the wards on the shady side and the sunny side are not the same. Few people are willing to live in the wards that are not facing the sun.

Of course, those who are not well-off and can't afford to live in the ward are excluded.

Generally, patients who can afford to live in a single ward will basically not take the initiative to choose this kind of ward on the shady side.

Not long after, I was carried to another bed,

and then pushed to a ward not far from this ward.

That ward is bigger and looks more luxurious.

There are also independent washrooms and toilets in the room. I think it is more humane.

I'm afraid it can be comparable to a five-star hotel, but it's a pity that I'm in this situation now.

The shower area was useless. I went to take a shower wrapped in gauze, and the medicine in the gauze was washed away by the water.

Then the gauze was also soaked. I was afraid that I would live longer.

"Can you give me the remote control? I woke up and there is nothing I can do."

I begged these people in a low voice, fearing that they would not give me the remote control.

I also know that customers are God. After all, I am a patient who has paid for hospitalization and am a guest of the hospital.

But they just don't want to give it to me, and I can't do anything.

The main thing is that the TV is not on. I am really afraid that a pair of red vertical pupils will appear in the middle of the TV in the next moment.

This is enough to send me away. I hate these red eyes now.

The nurse didn't make it difficult for me and put the remote control next to me.

Then she turned on the TV for me. I didn't expect the TV to turn on.

The show happened to be on that day, the show I was thinking about.

It was a horror TV show that was a bit similar to my real life.

The episode number was exactly the same as the one I watched that day, which made me feel something was wrong.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know where to start.

Anyway, my head felt a little buzzing, so I didn't dare to change the channel.

I just watched the TV show continue to develop, and this time no one disturbed my interest in watching TV shows.

I followed the protagonist and watched more than ten episodes.

Until the evening, the nurse came to change my dressing.

I suddenly remembered a question. Normally, TV programs now have to be interspersed with advertisements.

However, the TV show I watched was really broadcasting TV shows from beginning to end.

There were no advertisements at all, which made people very strange.

How could there be no advertisements? It doesn't make sense that there are no advertisements.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, and this nurse hadn't raised her head since she came in.

She didn't say a word to me.

The nurse who changed my dressing before would ask about my current situation after coming in.

She would roughly check the gauze on my body and so on.

After this nurse came in, she just buried her head in mixing the medicine.

I always feel that he has bad intentions. Right, it's not my life-saving medicine.

Instead, it's the medicine that can take my life. I thought about this.

While the nurse didn't look up, I pressed the doorbell directly.

I pressed it several times in a row, making sure that someone over there would hear it.

And the person was about to come over, so I tucked the doorbell switch under my body.

"Are you a new nurse? Why haven't I seen you before?"

I asked in a pretentious manner, as if I was deliberately teasing the young nurse.

This person also ignored me. I didn't quite understand why he didn't speak. Could it be that he was afraid of being linked to the gang after speaking?

I looked at her carefully again and suddenly realized a very serious problem.

This guy might be a man.

I felt that he was not right just now, and the more I looked at him, the more I felt that he was wrong.

He was a little tall, although thin.

But he was at least 1.75 meters tall, wearing a nurse's hat, but his hair felt a little weird.

And the shoes on his feet were not the shoes that nurses should wear.

His walking posture was also twisting and turning, which seemed a bit strange.

I touched him lightly. Anyway, I could only lift my arm ten centimeters with all my strength.

This was my maximum exercise. Although I didn't want to admit that I was a useless person now, facts speak louder than words.

"You are not this nurse, who are you? What are you doing here? Get out of here quickly."

I saw that his movements became flustered, and I knew that he must be in a state of anxiety.

I hurriedly became serious and started to yell at him.

As my yelling spread, I felt more confident, of course, this was just self-consolation.

I saw him holding a needle and insisting on stabbing my arm.

I began to tremble unconsciously. I had clearly pressed the doorbell, why hadn't the nurse come yet?

Could it be that she had sent everyone at the nurse station away? That was impossible!

I was too flustered now. I should have not provoked him if I had known.

I thought the nurses had come by now, but I didn't hear any movement until now.

I suddenly heard some noises, which kept lingering in my ears.

Then the door creaked open, and I saw the nurse appear in the ward.

There were several doctors, who blocked the people in the room.

I felt much better, and sneered at him.

What I didn't expect was that the nurse flipped out of the window when she saw that something was wrong.

I didn't know which floor my ward was on, but he flipped out so quickly,

without any hesitation. Wasn't he afraid of something happening?

Obviously, the nurses and doctors were also worried about this problem, and a group of people hurried to the window to look down.

However, looking at their expressions, I knew that they must have found nothing.

If they had found something, they wouldn't have had this expression now.

The doctor suddenly looked at me with a serious face, and I guessed he wanted to say something.

But in my current situation, he knew that it was useless to say anything to me.

"How do you feel now? Did he hurt you? If you know the origin of this thing, can you tell us?"

I nodded. I did know the origin of this thing.

But how should I tell them?

Talk about Jinsuocheng? Knowing so much may not be a good thing for them.

I also don't have the heart to involve these angels in white who save lives and heal the wounded in the matter of the last bus of No. 14.

In fact, they have been implicated now.