Xu Qinglang made some midnight snacks.

Boss Zhou, Lawyer An, and Feng Si'er sat together, shelling peanuts until three or four in the morning.

As the newcomer, Feng Si'er really wanted to say something to Zhou Ze to deepen his impression, and luckily, Lawyer An was there as a lubricant, so the superior-subordinate relationship was fairly harmonious.

However,

after waiting for so long,

the person still hadn't come.

Zhou Ze didn't plan to wait any longer.

Yingying had already gone upstairs to lie in bed and warm up his cold kang.

Now that the weather was getting warmer, it would be a pity if the cold kang got warm.

After taking a shower, Zhou Ze went upstairs to rest.

Lawyer An and Feng Si'er exchanged glances,

and said,

"Did he stand us up?"

Feng Si shook his head and guessed, "Maybe I miscalculated the time he needed to bathe Di Ting."

Lawyer An deeply agreed,

"That's true. There seems to be a bit of a difference between bathing Di Ting and scrubbing someone's back."

"Perhaps."

"Then just stay here tonight and sleep in the same room with me. It's been a while since we've slept together."

Feng Si agreed without thinking,

"Okay."

……………

It was almost noon when the old Daoist finally got up.

Usually, he was the first to get up and open the bookstore, but he probably used up too much vital energy unclogging the toilet last night, so he slept so soundly that he didn't realize the sun was already high in the sky.

After washing up, the old Daoist walked down the stairs.

His legs were a little weak,

giving him the feeling of having visited a young lady seven or eight times in one afternoon.

I'm old, I'm old,

I'm really useless now.

The old Daoist thought to himself.

Xu Qinglang was already sitting in the rocking chair, with a facial mask on his face, rocking back and forth;

rocking out the rhythm and luxury of twenty-odd apartments, rocking out the low-key and profoundness of twenty-odd apartments.

"Old Xu, morning."

The old Daoist greeted him while yawning.

"Let's have lunch together later," Xu Qinglang said.

These days, many people eat brunch.

Which is to say, they combine breakfast and lunch into one meal.

"Yeah, okay."

The old Daoist stretched his muscles and bones on his own,

and asked curiously,

"Where's the boss?"

Usually at this time, the boss should be lying on the sofa by the window, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. This habit was even more reliable than a rooster crowing at dawn.

"The pharmacy next door took in someone for an appendectomy, and the boss went to relive his youth."

…………

An appendectomy is just a minor surgery. Although acute appendicitis can be life-threatening when it flares up, to be honest, its difficulty is probably only slightly higher than circumcising a penis.

But for Zhou Ze, that was enough. Surgery was all about keeping your hands warm and practiced. He hadn't done many surgeries in recent years, but he definitely had more than enough skill to remove an appendix.

He used forceps to pick up the appendix from the tray and carefully examined it under the light.

What you see is an appendix,

what you don't see is a lost youth.

After the surgery, he habitually reminded the patient's family of a few precautions, focusing on not drinking water or eating anything until the patient passed gas.

Anyway, the glucose drip was always on, so nothing would go wrong.

After taking a shower in the pharmacy and changing back into his clothes, Zhou Ze walked out of the pharmacy. The sun was bright, shining on him, and Boss Zhou, who had just finished the surgery, suddenly felt a little dazed.

It was as if he was still a Doctor Zhou, as if he hadn't opened a bookstore that was actually losing money.

But life is life. You can look back, but the car keeps moving forward.

The reason people like to reminisce is because those things can only be reminisced.

Although Fangfang was pregnant, she was still working, but she also knew that she was fat, which was not good for childbirth, so she had been increasing her exercise lately.

For fat people, getting them to exercise is really, really difficult, but as a mother, she really had more motivation.

At this moment, Fangfang had just returned from her walk and happened to meet Zhou Ze, who had just walked out of the pharmacy.

"Boss, I'm making lima bean rice for lunch. Should I send some over to you?"

Lima beans cooked together with rice, combined with some diced meat and a little seasoning, make lima bean rice that is fragrant but not greasy.

You don't even need any side dishes, because it's both a meal and a dish.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

"Look at what you're saying."

"By the way, where is your husband stationed?"

This was considered a polite exchange.

"Oh, I don't know. I asked him once, and he said it was classified."

Fangfang covered her mouth and smiled, with no embarrassment, only pride.

Zhou Ze nodded, chatted with Fangfang for a while, and then returned to the bookstore.

And at this moment,

at an intersection not far from South Street, there was a traffic accident.

The cause of the accident was simple: a moronic pedestrian running a red light ran into a stubborn driver trying to beat the yellow light.

Then the car's bumper and flesh and blood had a close encounter.

In recent years, with the backlash effect of online public opinion, there have been fewer cases of pedestrians running red lights being hit by cars and the police trying to smooth things over, but that's only if the car wasn't speeding.

A police car stopped in the intersection area, and the middle-aged policeman in uniform immediately controlled the car that caused the accident, because the car seemed to have a tendency to flee.

After controlling the car, the policeman held up his ID, signaling the driver to turn off the engine and get out of the car, but the driver refused, and the car didn't turn off.

The policeman directly chose to forcibly break the window, very decisively;

The driver was so scared when the window was broken that he shouted,

The policeman smelled alcohol.

Generally speaking, there are more drunk drivers at night and fewer in the morning, but this person was clearly an exception.

For a moment,

Old Zhang, who was in uniform, was speechless.

Drunk driving met running a red light,

could this be considered another kind of fighting poison with poison?

After handcuffing the driver first, seeing that the traffic police car had arrived, Old Zhang shouted to the onlookers and went to carry the young man who had been hit while running the red light into his police car.

The siren went off,

"Wai er wai er wai er wai er!!!!"

The cars in front began to consciously avoid and make way.

Generally speaking, when encountering an ambulance, police car, or fire truck behind them, as long as the other party sounds the siren to prove that they are on a mission, the cars in front must unconditionally give way.

Old Zhang had just arrested a driver a while ago. This guy actually played a game of obstruction three days ago when a fire truck in the city center was on a mission, showing off and weaving left and right, just refusing to let the fire truck pass.

With the fire truck's dashcam as evidence, this guy was directly arrested and forced to record a video apologizing and reflecting to the people of the whole country, and then detained for half a month.

The young man in the back seat didn't seem to be too badly injured. At least Old Zhang didn't see him bleeding, but during a car accident, he wasn't afraid of being covered in blood and sitting there "wah wah wah" crying. What he was afraid of was you lying motionless on the ground like a wooden man without saying a word.

Finally,

Old Zhang drove the car to the pharmacy on South Street,

After sending the patient in,

Old Zhang called the traffic police detachment. He would deal with the follow-up matters in the afternoon.

After tidying up his police uniform,

Old Zhang looked up at the midday sun,

Forward, forward, forward,

and pushed open the door of the bookstore.

The sunlight shone on Old Zhang's face at just the right angle, the light of the police badge flashing.

"Oh, what a coincidence, you're eating."

The lunch had just been set on the bookstore's dining table, and everyone had just sat down.

This time, Old Zhang deliberately added a sentence with emphasis and seriousness:

"I just happened to be sending a traffic accident victim to the pharmacy next door for treatment and caught you, haha."

While saying this, Old Zhang sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks placed in front of him, and said with some surprise:

"What a coincidence, you even set out an extra set of bowls and chopsticks."

Xu Qinglang looked at Old Zhang with an idiot's gaze. Usually, he would just say "what a coincidence" and sit down to eat. Why was he talking so much today?

This wasn't Old Zhang's fault,

It was rare to have a real coincidence,

and he was quite excited.

The old Daoist, who was sitting next to Old Zhang, picked up a piece of steamed pork with rice flour and placed it in Old Zhang's bowl,

and said earnestly:

"Old Zhang ah."

"Hmm?"

"Next time you want to come for a meal, just come directly. Don't cause a car accident just to get here."

"…………" Old Zhang.

Boss Zhou had a good appetite today. Yingying was helping him peel shrimp next to him. River shrimp, cooked very carefully, retaining the original flavor as much as possible, not as fresh as seafood, but with tender meat, it doesn't need too much seasoning. After peeling the shell and removing the shrimp vein, it's delicious dipped in vinegar.

After all, he had a surgery in the morning, and as long as he was active, his appetite would be very good.

Old Zhang ate silently for a long time before noticing that there was actually an unfamiliar old man sitting at the dining table.

The old man didn't hide his aura,

but Old Zhang couldn't directly judge that this was Feng Si, who had led them on a mission in Yangzhou,

His body trembled,

but he managed to control himself.

Since everyone could eat at the same table,

there couldn't be any danger.

Now, Old Zhang still felt extremely ashamed when he recalled last night when he pointed at the female ghost and shouted, "Everyone be careful, this is a ghost."

He only felt that he was really stupid at the time.

Feng Si'er was sitting at the table eating,

and like Yingying,

was peeling shrimp for Lawyer An.

…………

The pharmacy received the patient,

The patient had no breathing, no heartbeat, and no signs of life.

But because Old Zhang sent him, even though this patient, in both fact and name, met the requirements of a "corpse," he was still pushed into the ward.

The pharmacy only had two wards. One was specially for people in the neighborhood to get IV drips, and it wouldn't be good to put a "corpse" patient there, so they added another bed in the already crowded battery storage room.

The layout of the ward was like this: 一(Gou Xin) (Note: I cannot explain Gou Xin)

1 (Traffic accident patient) 一 (Qing)

一 (Corpse Number One)

一 (Corpse Number Two)

Door.

It can only be said that the pharmacy was really influenced by the bookstore, which led to the two doctors here actually putting two corpses in the ward for a year, but still didn't feel that there was anything wrong, which also paved the way for sending the third corpse into the ward.

After the doctors and nurses left and closed the ward door, Qing opened her eyes and looked at the new patient, since his bed was right across from hers anyway.

At this moment,

the traffic accident corpse suddenly cried out "Wah,"

as if in a nightmare,

"Wah, my banana, my banana…………"

——————

I lit a cigarette, watching Xiao Jiu, who was lying next to me with his back to me, crying.

Did I hurt you?

No.

Then why are you crying?

The new book isn't doing very well.

What's the name of the book?

《I Killed Myself》