Chapter 1 The Warmth of the Beginning

The morning sun spilled down, bringing the warmth and beauty of a brand new day.

On the first floor of the bookstore, by the window,

for once, no one was lying there.

The coffee table was empty too, devoid of the coffee or tea that would normally be there at this hour,

and there wasn't a neatly pressed newspaper laid out on it,

…………

On the other hand,

Boss Zhou was busy,

very, very busy.

His salted fish life had to be paused. It wasn't that he was suddenly inspired to work hard, but rather that since that night, his bookstore had become a one-man operation.

Oh,

wait,

there was also a little monkey.

Donning his white coat, which he hadn't worn in ages, Boss Zhou carefully used a slightly unfamiliar scalpel to re-dress the old Taoist's wounds and change his bandages.

The old Taoist had several fractures and serious external injuries. Although the monkey's mud was helping him stay alive, dealing with his other injuries was still complicated.

Fortunately, although Boss Zhou had been out of practice for a long time, he had been an excellent surgeon in his previous life, so with him personally in charge of the treatment, the problems weren't too serious.

The old Taoist had already woken up. He'd woken up for a little while a few days ago before immediately falling back asleep. Sleep was actually very important for the body to recover. Sometimes, when the old Taoist woke up in pain in the middle of the night and groaned, the little monkey would run over to give him some water or small pieces of fruit to eat.

The old Taoist was awake when Zhou Ze changed his dressing today, so it seemed that he was recovering well.

The old Taoist had always treated the little monkey like a grandson, and the monkey was returning the favor, at least letting the old Taoist feel that he had someone to serve him and keep him company while he was sick in bed, so it wasn't a loss.

Well,

another thing was that Zhou Ze had recently answered several phone calls for the old Taoist, all from students in the mountains or their parents who were being sponsored by the old Taoist, asking why the sponsorship money hadn't been sent this month. After answering a few times, Zhou Ze simply turned off the phone.

Lao Xu was lying on the bed in his room, receiving an IV drip. His external injuries weren't too bad, but some of his internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage. To a large extent, this kind of damage was irreversible. At least, modern medicine didn't have a way to actively repair and restore it.

For his problem, Zhou Ze had only adopted a conservative treatment method, and would wait for him to wake up before making any further decisions.

Deadpool was placed in a glass container, wriggling around on his own. Zhou Ze wasn't too worried about him. As he walked past him, he picked up a bottle of glucose next to him and poured half of it down. Watching the pieces of meat constantly wriggling and squeezing each other really gave you a scalp-numbing feeling.

Fortunately, Boss Zhou was already used to it. He drank the remaining half bottle of glucose as he walked, even though a week had passed, Zhou Ze still hadn't gotten used to working in the middle of the morning.

Bai Yingying's ward was the most exquisite. The furnishings inside had also been rearranged, with a pink theme, and lots of paper cranes and other things hanging on it.

As for her, there was no need to perform any surgery or other treatments. Modern medicine taught people how to treat human problems, but there wasn't a discipline for treating zombies.

Putting down the glucose bottle, Zhou Ze sat down next to Bai Yingying. His nails had grown out a little, and he began to give her a massage.

Only his nails could produce some stimulation for her, which was a bit like acupuncture. Ordinary massages didn't even count as tickling for her.

The massage lasted for about forty minutes, and sweat broke out on Zhou Ze's forehead. He helped Bai Yingying cover herself with the quilt, then went downstairs to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Ze, who had changed his clothes, came up with a towel and a plastic basin, and returned to Bai Yingying's bedroom. First, he took off her clothes, and then he used a towel dipped in hot water to wipe her body.

Bai Yingying used to do this kind of thing for him, but now it was his turn to do it for her.

At least from the outside, Yingying's injuries had recovered, but the internal injuries and the loss of vitality were still enormous.

Because of this, Zhou Ze could only try to transfer some baleful aura to her when he held her to sleep every night, but for some reason, he hadn't succeeded for several nights in a row.

The girl's body was beautiful, like a work of art from the Creator. Boss Zhou wasn't a Liu Xiahui (a legendary man known for his chastity), so it would be a lie to say that he wasn't moved at all, but he was able to restrain some of the wild thoughts in his heart and finish what he needed to do.

He inspected each patient twice a day, and by the time he was done, it was already afternoon. Boss Zhou really felt like he had returned to work in the hospital.

Moreover, the feeling of returning to his old profession wasn't bad. Zhou Ze even thought about whether he should open a clinic in the future.

Returning to the first floor, he poured himself a glass of ice water, drank it slowly, and lay back to rest for a while.

A taxi stopped outside, and the little loli jumped out and walked into the bookstore.

During this time,

Zhou Ze was in charge of taking care of the patients, and the task of investigating the old man's affairs was handed over to the brat loli.

As for the old man's "pissing beef ball" corpse, Zhou Ze cremated it directly, except for leaving a few pieces of minced meat as specimens. He couldn't leave the old man a complete corpse, in case something else happened.

"What did you find?"

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

"It's still the same as before. The old man is indeed dead, and his account has been cancelled. I also visited some old people, and they can confirm this matter.

As for whether he borrowed someone else's identity, although the old man has no direct descendants, I found a nephew of his and used the minced meat you left behind to extract DNA for comparison. It proves that there is indeed a blood relationship between the two."

"So, it's not a borrowed identity, but it really is him?"

"Yes."

"That's interesting. A metaphysics big shot has been carrying his previous identity certificate with him all along, with a verifiable first half of his life. What is he doing and arranging all this for?"

"I don't know either."

At this moment, the little monkey suddenly ran down from upstairs, grabbed Zhou Ze's clothes, and began to squeak.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

The little monkey kept pulling Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded and followed the little monkey upstairs to the old Taoist's room.

The old Taoist opened his eyes at this time, and his complexion was okay. Seeing Zhou Ze come in, the old Taoist said with a serious face:

"Boss, please forgive this humble one for not being able to salute due to my injuries."

The corner of Zhou Ze's mouth twitched,

and he suddenly wanted to go up and beat him up again.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, this poor Taoist wants to get out of bed and walk around. I've been lying down for almost a week, and I want to go out and breathe some fresh air."

This was a very normal request for an old man,

whether in the hospital or in the nursing home or in front of his children,

this was a very normal request.

However,

Zhou Ze was neither a nurse nor a caregiver, let alone the old Taoist's children.

You want Zhou Ze to have nothing to do, push the old Taoist out for a walk, chat, and lament that the sunset is infinitely beautiful?

This was really too difficult for Boss Zhou.

"Okay."

Zhou Ze agreed.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment,

he had only tentatively made this request, but he didn't expect that the boss would actually agree!

For a time,

the old Taoist had an impulse to "die for his confidant."

Sure enough,

a long road tests a horse's strength, and a long time reveals a person's heart,

the boss was still a very kind person, and it wasn't in vain that he had shed blood and sweat for the bookstore!

Zhou Ze helped the old Taoist up from the bed and slowly led him downstairs, first placing him on the sofa to lie down.

The old Taoist felt very gratified,

touching the monkey's head and looking at Zhou Ze's back,

in a trance,

he seemed to have the feeling that both his son and grandson were by his side.

Of course,

the old Taoist didn't dare to say these words, otherwise, he estimated that he would be beaten up by Zhou Ze and returned to bed.

But next,

the old Taoist was dumbfounded.

He saw Zhou Ze push out a wheelchair from the utility room inside.

This wheelchair,

was so damn familiar!

It seemed to be the wheelchair that he had specially bought for the boss before.

No way,

couldn't be,

impossible...

Zhou Ze walked over and picked up the old Taoist.

"Boss, this... this..."

"What's wrong?"

"This poor Taoist suddenly feels that it's better to lie in bed and recuperate well. I shouldn't go out and make a fuss, and it would also distract and worry you, Boss?"

"Going out to breathe some fresh air is good for your recovery."

"Uh... Boss, really, there's no need, really don't need to go to so much trouble." The old Taoist's face was almost twisted into a hemp flower.

"It's okay, it's no trouble."

"Don't, Boss, this can't be done, this can't be done, this is the wheelchair that this poor Taoist bought to show filial piety to you, how can this poor Taoist transgress and sit on this, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."

"It's okay, don't be polite."

Saying that,

Zhou Ze put the old Taoist in the wheelchair.

"Lin Ke, open the door." Zhou Ze said.

Lin Ke, who was standing by the door, opened the bookstore door.

"Don't... don't... don't do this... Boss... can't... not allowed... I... I refuse..."

Zhou Ze ignored the old Taoist's words,

and pressed the button for the old Taoist.

The next moment,

the wheelchair began to "beep beep beep" and start up, while playing a pleasant ballad:

"I have a little donkey that I never ride,

One day, I had a whim and rode it to the market,

I held a small whip in my hand and felt proud in my heart………………"

The old Taoist's face turned red, the same color as the monkey's butt, and he really wanted to cry but had no tears. He was the one who bought this wheelchair for Zhou Ze to use,

but he didn't expect that

he would one day sit on it.

"Beep beep beep beep…………"

The electric wheelchair carried the old Taoist directly out of the bookstore,

and the old Taoist sat in the electric wheelchair playing children's songs and entered the South Street Pedestrian Street, which was bustling with people during the day,

accepting the people's review.