"Hey, don't move, bear with it, I'll disinfect your wound first."

Fangfang took the disinfectant and watched the woman's reaction.

The woman was wearing a black dress, looking to be in her early twenties, with a pretty face and figure.

But it was late at night, and winter hadn't quite passed yet. It was strange that she was walking around outside wearing so little.

Thinking about the wound on the woman's forehead,

Fangfang sighed inwardly.

She guessed

the woman must have been at some event when something happened, making her run to the street like a lost soul. Fangfang noticed that the woman didn't even flinch when she applied the disinfectant.

How much stimulation must she have received to not even feel the pain? So pitiful.

After disinfecting and applying the medicine, Fangfang picked up the gauze and began to bandage the wound, comforting her:

"Don't worry, it shouldn't leave a scar. It's okay, it's okay."

The woman sat woodenly on the chair. Apart from occasionally moving her eyes, she hadn't said a word since entering the pharmacy.

Fortunately, Fangfang was large and kind-hearted, simply assuming the woman didn't like to talk and not finding anything strange about it.

"Clang!"

The sound of a metal plate falling to the ground came from the next room. Fangfang immediately stood up and said to the woman:

"Girl, don't move, okay? I'll go check on what happened to the person next door."

The person in the next room was Gou Xin, a miraculous existence who single-handedly revitalized the pharmacy's annual performance!

He was a golden goose, so Fangfang naturally valued him.

Opening the door to the ward, Fangfang saw Gou Xin lying on his side. Seeing her come in, Gou Xin smiled helplessly and said:

"Slipped, dropped the plate."

"Oh dear, I told you, if you need anything, just press the bell. I'll help you with whatever you need."

"I'd feel bad."

"Don't be so polite. You're like God here."

Fangfang picked up the plate and said:

"Wait a moment, there's an injured person next door. I'll take care of her first, then cut you a plate of fruit."

"Thank you."

"Look at you, being polite again."

Fangfang took the plate and left.

Gou Xin lay in the hospital bed, his legs still in casts, hanging high. His chest also had a fracture, slowly healing.

Fortunately,

his hands could now move with some effort.

In front of his ward was a smart TV with a PS4 plugged in.

Gou Xin held a controller in his hand,

watching and playing Pro Evolution Soccer 2008 on the TV.

The way he was now was a bit like the monkeys in the famous monkey experiment. The monkeys were placed in cages that were electrified. Every time the monkeys touched the cage, they would be shocked. After being shocked many times, even if the cage was no longer electrified, the monkeys would still be afraid to touch it.

When Gou Xin realized that if he didn't think about being discharged, he could continue to live steadily and safely, he slowly extinguished the idea of leaving for the time being.

He was really scared.

Once, an immortal stroked his head,

granting him great luck,

but now he could only lie here, slowly wasting his days.

Very decadent, very inappropriate?

Of course!

But compared to the old face he encountered every time he wanted to go out, Gou Xin felt that being able to lie in the hospital bed at this time was a wonderful thing. Heaven knew if he would have the life to lie back here after being discharged next time.

After finishing a match,

Gou Xin lost.

It wasn't that the "computer" was too powerful,

but his body was constantly shivering,

and he couldn't even control the joystick.

Hiss,

it was really strange,

the new year had already passed, why had it suddenly gotten cold?

Was it a spring cold snap?

After a while, Fangfang walked in with a bowl of tangyuan (sweet dumplings) and placed it on Gou Xin's bedside table, warmly saying:

"Comrade, Happy Lantern Festival!"

"Thank you."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll go check out the bill."

Fangfang walked to the pharmacy counter.

The woman with the gauze wrapped around her head was standing in front of the counter, holding her phone, ready to pay.

"That's 80 yuan in total."

Fangfang said with a smile. The price was very cheap, thanks to Gou Xin inside. With him guaranteeing the pharmacy's profitability, the pharmacy didn't need to be too calculating in other areas and could do some things to give back to the community within its capabilities.

Now, when people came to buy medicine, many medicines were sold at cost price, truly sacrificing one person for the happiness of thousands.

The woman handed over her phone.

Fangfang took out the payment machine to scan the code and collect the money,

but was immediately stunned,

because the woman's phone screen was completely cracked, not just a slight crack, but the phone was completely broken!

"Girl?"

Fangfang carefully looked at the woman in front of her.

Even someone as oblivious as her finally realized that something was wrong.

The woman turned around,

and started walking out.

She was leaving.

"Hey, are you okay? Did you hurt your brain?"

Fangfang didn't care about the eighty yuan. In fact, neither Doctor Lin nor the two bosses from the bookstore next door were very concerned about the pharmacy's specific revenue.

Fangfang was concerned about whether something was wrong with the woman's brain. That was different and had to be transferred to a nearby hospital to check it out.

The woman was still walking out, completely unresponsive to Fangfang's voice.

Fangfang reached out and grabbed the woman's arm, concerned:

"You should go to a big hospital to see a doctor. Your injury might…"

"Thump!"

Fangfang, with her mountain of flesh, was actually pulled down to the ground by the woman's arm strength.

"Ouch!"

Fangfang let go, clutching her waist with one hand, crying out in pain.

The woman took a few more steps outside,

and stopped.

The gauze that had just been bandaged on her forehead

began to "bulge,"

as if something inside was constantly pushing against it.

But because she was facing away from Fangfang, Fangfang couldn't see this.

"Girl, you should still go to the hospital to see a doctor. You can't be careless about problems with your head."

Fangfang stood up, still trying to persuade the woman.

Some people get concussions and might not have any problems at the time, but after a few days, they suddenly have big problems or even die.

The brain is the most important and most fragile part of the body.

However,

at this time, the skin on the woman's forehead was slowly stretched out to a terrifying length, and the skin was so tight that the whole person's face became a little hideous.

Something was coming out of the woman's body, and the woman herself looked very lost, seemingly without any feeling.

All her habits seemed to retain only the most basic operating mode, such as looking for a doctor when injured, and taking out her phone for the other person to scan when paying.

But as for the other details, it was not known whether she was too preoccupied to care about them, or whether something special had really happened to her brain.

The skin on her forehead was slowly splitting open,

like an orange peel being slowly pierced and torn with a fingernail.

Dark, furry things seemed to be about to break through,

like chicks just hatching from an egg,

but chicks didn't have such lush fur.

The woman's eyes also regained some of their radiance at this time. It seemed that only now had she regained some specific senses.

In her eyes, there began to appear struggle, unwillingness, anger, and other emotions.

Gradually,

the cracked and protruding part of her forehead seemed to be forcibly pressed down,

and began to slowly dissolve.

In the end,

it returned to its original state, and along with it, the woman's wooden expression and once again empty eyes.

The blood on her forehead seeped out again. Fangfang's efforts earlier were almost in vain, with little effect.

Fangfang was still massaging her waist. Seeing the woman stop, she thought she had agreed, and immediately continued enthusiastically:

"How about this, I'll call a car for you to send you to the hospital."

Fangfang really felt that the woman might have hurt her "brain" due to the head injury.

Just at this time,

the old Daoist, who had already swept half the street from the bookstore to the pharmacy, was slowly walking back this way, massaging his waist.

When he passed the entrance of the pharmacy, the old Daoist turned his head and first looked at the woman standing inside the door. Seeing the bloodstains on the gauze on her forehead, he then turned his head and shouted to Fangfang, who was standing behind the woman:

"Fang sister, get me a bottle of safflower oil."

Fangfang immediately went to the counter to get the liniment, looked at the old Daoist who was massaging his waist like her, and asked:

"What's wrong? Why are you cleaning up so late at night?"

"Alas, protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. This poor Daoist is getting old and is becoming increasingly fond of public service. I just feel that if I do this, this life will not have been lived in vain."

"Oh, Daoist, you have a high level of awareness, but you have to pay attention to your waist. You can't…"

"It's not because of cleaning. I was unlucky just now, slipped and fell, and twisted my waist. Actually, this poor Daoist's waist is fine!"

That's what he said, but thinking that he still had to go and clean the street across the street later, the old Daoist felt terrible.

Fangfang slapped her forehead and immediately said to the old Daoist:

"Daoist, could you please take this girl to the Affiliated Hospital to see a doctor?"

As Fangfang spoke, she pointed to her head,

"She's injured here and needs to be checked."

"What? Okay, no problem."

The old Daoist couldn't wait to put down his broom and dustpan.

He immediately came over, walked up to the girl, and said enthusiastically:

"Come, this poor Daoist will take you to the hospital. This poor Daoist's car is parked outside. Get in, it's free, no charge."

The woman blankly raised her head and looked at the old Daoist in front of her.

"What are you still waiting for? Let's go. Head matters can't be delayed. There may be big problems."

Fangfang also persuaded at this time: "Yes, girl, go with this old Daoist. This old man

is a good person. You met him tonight,

you're really lucky."