The express delivery box was slit open with a fruit knife.

As the old Daoist used his fingers to pinch the opening, tearing it open to both sides,

what was revealed inside

was an exquisite boy doll,

wrapped in transparent plastic paper,

with skin that could be broken with a puff of air,

wearing a small black and white suit,

a tie around its neck,

and its hair combed like an adult's.

Hey,

this inflatable doll

is actually quite cute.

Yes,

the old Daoist's first reaction

was that some all-powerful internet friend had found out his approximate address and sent him two things as a joke.

But really,

why a boy?

So tasteless, so tasteless.

Yes,

from beginning to end,

the old Daoist never considered another possibility.

Nonsense,

how could a normal person receiving a package think they'd receive something like that?

It's like when you order takeout and find a cockroach or hair in the container, you think it's normal, but would you ever think you'd find the boss's gold ring?

The old Daoist rubbed his hands.

Yo-ho,

this one's a boy,

so the other box should be a girl, right?

Actually,

the old Daoist isn't that much of a beast,

but people, at times like this, will inevitably have those kinds of thoughts. In reality, only a small minority have ever actually used an inflatable doll, but there are still plenty who are willing to take a look or touch one to broaden their horizons.

The old Daoist grabbed the fruit knife.

"Pfft!"

This time,

he stabbed it directly into the middle of the box.

Then,

the old Daoist grabbed the opening with both hands and started tearing the box open.

He opened it and took a look.

Tsk,

sigh,

another boy.

The old Daoist thought this internet friend was really bad, secretly bad, clearly just messing with him for fun.

Forget it,

these two inflatable dolls can be given to Hei Xiaoniu and his wife as scarecrows.

Although it seems they don't really need scarecrows...

"Sigh, how did I stab this one too?"

The old Daoist reached out and smacked his own forehead.

Impulsive, so impulsive!

He'd cut the first box horizontally, why did he stab the second one? He'd even punctured the doll's plastic wrapping and ruined its clothes.

"Is it broken? Won't it leak air? Can it be repaired?

It should be, right? Where's the manufacturer's address? Is there a warranty?

Huh,

why is it bleeding?"

Bleeding,

bleeding...

Bleeding!!!

Good heavens!!!

The old Daoist was so scared that he sat right down on the floor tiles.

This wasn't a doll at all,

it was a living person!

"Fangfang, Fangfang, Fangfang!!"

"What's wrong, Old Daoist?"

"Help! Help someone!"

…………

The surgery

was a success.

The two pharmacy doctors who came out of the operating room

went in expressionless and came out expressionless.

They unanimously decided to go back tonight and continue studying papers on "suspended animation."

Because when they went into the operating room, the injured person had already lost vital signs. After their rescue efforts, the injured person still wasn't breathing.

This would normally be a terrifying thing,

but with Qing's example before them, these two doctors weren't particularly surprised.

No one called the police, and no one even considered it.

This couldn't be explained by the pharmacy's good benefits alone. No matter how good the benefits, they wouldn't make everyone so calm. There must be some special reason that the pharmacy's nurses and doctors themselves didn't realize, but instinctively began to treat every patient sent by the Late Night Bookstore with "special consideration."

Perhaps, even if one day the bookstore sent a pig to be rescued, saying it was Bajie, these doctors and nurses in the pharmacy would shout, "Marshal Tianpeng, hold on!" while doing their best to save it.

The already spacious ward, after adding one more bed, had two more added.

Four in a row, enough to play a game together.

This made the four beds almost next to each other.

After the doctors and nurses settled everything here, those who were off work left, leaving only Fangfang to watch the night. After she finished watching the dramas she wanted to watch, she would go to sleep.

The old Daoist sat on a chair in the corner of the ward,

spread out his right hand holding the knife,

looking,

looking,

feeling guilty as if he had just killed someone.

Actually,

the old Daoist wasn't that stupid.

There must be something wrong with the person who sent him the package,

but no matter what the problem was,

it couldn't deny the fact that he had just stabbed one of them in the chest.

Clumsy,

bah,

so clumsy,

couldn't he have just taken the package apart properly!

Gou Xin leaned against the bed.

His bed had now been moved to the innermost part, close to the wall. Looking to the right, there were three beds, and in his hazy vision, they seemed to be his own shadow from half a year ago.

The old Daoist couldn't sense it because he was just an ordinary person,

but Gou Xin was different.

The moment Qing was sent over,

he could sense the unusual aura on Qing.

Now,

these two new patients

were no less impressive than Qing in terms of aura!

Gou Xin suddenly had a feeling

that he was being outdone as a battery.

Before,

he was the only one generating electricity,

but now,

three high-powered ones had arrived,

and he was really just a little brother...

Although it was shameful to have thoughts of vying for favor even when being used as a battery, he couldn't help but want to run in that direction, he couldn't control himself.

In addition,

when Gou Xin cautiously peeked at the old Daoist sitting in the corner with a gloomy expression,

he felt a little shudder in his heart.

Was this bookstore

planning to trade in its bird gun for a cannon,

and upgrade to a nuclear power plant!

Because of the old Daoist's position, he couldn't see Qing's side,

so Qing's eyes had been open all this time.

In them,

was a thick look of horror.

How could it be,

Liang and You,

how did they end up here too?

Weren't they going to capture the Prefect?

How could they be sent here,

and still unconscious,

and sent here by express delivery!

Liang and You were her teammates, this Class B team, the three of them!

Now,

great,

the three bigwigs in the Class B team

had actually gathered in this small ward!

For the first time,

Qing finally realized

that the man eating char siu rice on the opposite bed with such relish

didn't seem to be wrong.

There was something wrong with the bookstore next door!

Many, many scenes began to float in Qing's mind.

The first thing

was that rather handsome Tongcheng constable, was that lazy and leisurely temperament just his disguise?

The most ridiculous thing

was that this disguise

had completely deceived her!

She was a high-level member of the enforcement team, equivalent to the Kuomintang secret agents back in the day, and she had been so foolishly deceived from beginning to end...

But what was going on now?

Three people,

three people,

were all here!

Even at this time,

Qing still didn't realize the pivotal role the old Daoist was playing in all of this,

because the old Daoist was really just an ordinary person.

He had no Xuan cultivation aura, nor the aura of a ghost, not a demon, nor a zombie, really just a genuine ordinary person;

an ordinary person who could perfectly blend into the sanitation worker army after taking off his Daoist robe and putting on a yellow uniform.

Gou Xin turned his head

and saw Qing's gaze.

Gou Xin suddenly smiled.

The pot calling the kettle black,

he shouldn't laugh,

but he still wanted to laugh.

Well,

you saw it, right?

How about it?

Wasn't I right?

Here,

I'm a senior at the power plant!

Look,

you were looking down on me just now,

but now,

you're reunited here,

hehe.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"

The little monkey pushed open the ward door

and ran over carrying a bag of bananas.

The old Daoist had taken it to the suburbs to do a live broadcast today. After returning, the old Daoist first took the things to the pharmacy to see the people, while the little monkey took the scaffolding and other small live broadcasting equipment back to the bookstore first. Now, the little monkey followed the old Daoist's instructions and brought some of the bananas back to the pharmacy.

Seeing the old Daoist sitting there with a depressed look,

the little monkey was a little surprised.

The old Daoist had been in a pretty good mood when they came back,

how could he be like this after such a short time?

The little monkey carried the bananas and scurried in front of the old Daoist.

The old Daoist listlessly reached out and touched the monkey's head.

The little monkey took out a banana,

peeled it with its own hands,

and brought the banana to the old Daoist's mouth.

The old Daoist smiled, opened his mouth, took a bite, and then perked up, picking up the little monkey.

Life

had to go on.

As for the express delivery, he should go back next door and discuss it with Lao Xu and the others first,

and also notify the boss.

At least,

he had to find out who sent him this package, right?

He didn't know which son-less, no-asshole-having bastard was playing this joke on him!

Getting up,

the old Daoist walked to Gou Xin's bed in the innermost part,

facing away from Qing.

"Little Gou ah..."

"You... you say..."

Gou Xin was suppressed by the old Daoist once again, invisibly.

You had to know that

Qing-level big shots were rare even in hell,

but he had seen three of them in the past few days.

And how awesome were they,

you didn't need to invite them to see them,

they were delivered by express delivery!

"The place is a bit small, just bear with it."

The pharmacy had only two wards, and this ward had always been for Gou Xin, and the other was specially set aside to accommodate the people who came to get drips during the day.

"It's okay... it's okay, don't worry, I'll take care of things here, I guarantee nothing will go wrong."

Gou Xin felt that his current lines and expressions

were very similar to the attitude of the puppet soldiers facing the Japanese army back then.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The little monkey jumped out of the old Daoist's arms and sat steadily on the old Daoist's shoulder.

This scene,

this back view of one person and one monkey,

completely fell into the eyes of Qing, who was lying on the bed next door.

Monkey... man... man... monkey... teammates... teammates... herself...

This,

this is...

In Qing's widened eyes,

the original look of horror was slowly fading away,

replaced by

a bone-deep,

terrified feeling!

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I updated one chapter yesterday, and three chapters today actually, so the one I owed yesterday has been made up. Everyone can check the chapter list time, Long will basically make up for what he says he owes, 2333...

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