Vol 12 Chapter 28: hospital

hospital.
"I'm hungry." Ms. West hid the jelly in her hand the moment Madison entered the ward.
"No food is allowed 12 hours before the operation." Madison gave West no face at all, took the freshly torn jelly, and threw it into the trash. "Do you know who will do the operation for you."
"Dr. Grande." West replied, looking at Madison. "Your protagonist's brother."
As if the white paper was crumpled in an instant, Madison stared at West, "I can't write reality!"
Don't know what this means?
"For your friends, are you unwilling to write about the success of the operation." West looked back.
"If you really want a successful operation, write your own! That is your power!"
"It's really convincing, as if a patient about to have an operation would write that the operation was unsuccessful."
Tangled friendship.
West said again, "Did you feed the biscuits? I bought a new snack, did it like it?"
"I don't know." Madison replied irritably. "It's not at home. Anyway, I filled the cat food bowl."
"Where did you write the biscuit again to do fantasy things?" West leaned over Madison. "How about my biscuit, it's just a cute cat."
"Can you stop?" Madison wanted to bite, "Stop! Let's stop accusing anyone who wrote who's life?"
West stopped talking, raising his hand and holding his chest.
Madison stayed with him for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, "It's just a minor operation, and you will be well."
"It's normal for people to die during surgery."
Madison wrinkled a face, glanced out of the ward, and found a vial on his body to show West, "I will give this to Dr. Drake Grande, he knows to How to do it."
West looked at something in Madison's hand, "What is it?"
"Huh! Do you want me to say it?"
West twitched his lips and looked at Madison, "Is your boss blood?"
"Yes!" Madison was just upset. West still said, "Just for insurance!"
West said at the beginning, I do n’t know what I ’m thinking,
My friend Madison is really right, your fantasy stories despised by Mr. Morris are all true.

"Uh ... West, I swear, I really have no mood to argue with you again ..."
"I didn't argue with you." West turned around. "You go, I need to rest."
"Wei ..."
"Go, go."
It is still a hospital.
Trisha, accompanied by nurse Amanda, looked at the child in the nursery from behind the huge glass window, "He is so cute ~ My little Shane ~"
"Yes ~" Watching a bunch of babies breathing has healing effects for everyone, Amanda responded with a smile, and, "Your condition is very good, you can go home today ~"
Cuisha's complexion began to change, "Today, today?"
"Yeah ~" Amanda replied affirmatively, "You are recovering well, and Xiao Shangen is also normal. There is no reason to leave your mother and son in the hospital again, you can go out today ..."
"I ... I ..." Cuisha's body began to bend, covering her chest.
"Cuisha? Cuisha?" Amanda froze for a moment, and then began to play her own professional. "What's wrong with you? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Already doing preliminary checks for Cuisha.
"I ... my chest ..." Trisha patted her chest, "I, I can't breathe ..."
"Okay. Lean here." Amanda held Trisha and leaned against the wall. Amanda's face? It ’s not so strange to describe —
Everything will be fine, breathe, breathe, well, breathe.

Breathing and breathing, Cuisha, "Me, can I lie down on the bed, I ..."
"Okay, let's go back."
It is still within the scope of the hospital, but outside the building. Next to the plastic trash can, cigarette butts were thrown.
Derek Grande was smoking in a dull expression.
"I'm looking for you!" Madison rushed out of the door anxiously, glaring critically at the cigarette in Drake's hand. "You don't need to lead by example."
Derek pouted and handed a cigarette to Madison, "You either."
Madison snorted and took it. Then he took out the vial he had just shown at West and stuffed it into Drake's hand. "You know what to do."
Derek stared at the vial in his hand dumbfounded, "No, I don't know what to do."
Madison's mouth twitched, "Zack's blood!"
"Oh." Drake raised his cigarette and took a deep breath. "I know." The plume spewed out.
Madison completed his purpose and was ready to leave. After just two steps, he turned back and frowned, "It's just a minor operation, right?"
"West?" Derrick nodded after confirming his eyes. "Well, minor surgery."
"So Zac's blood is just for insurance, right?"
Drake nodded again, "Yes." Godless.
Maddison took two more steps and looked back again, "So the operation will be successful, right!"
Derek stepped on a cigarette thrown on the ground, waved to Madison, and turned back into the hospital.
Back inside the hospital.
Derek held Zac's blood in his palm and moved blankly in the corridor of the hospital.
"Dr. Grande." "Dr. Grande." Nodded all the way and said hello.
This is what happens when you are recognized by everyone in a professional field-people will respect you.
So it is said that Drake, who is respected by everyone, should be proud now. But Drake was not proud at all. why? Because he was holding this small bottle in his hand to make his entire career a joke-like vampire blood.
Everyone thinks that Drake was just outside and was physically ignorant of someone who worried about his friend (Madison)? Haha, just because of this.
"Dr. Grande!" Amanda's voice was passing the corner.
Drake froze for a moment, subconsciously sorting out his appearance, and with a smile on his face as he turned back, "Hey, Amanda."
"Hey, doctor." Amanda laughed, twitching her hair for some reason, "I just heard the radio calling you."
"Well, I'll have an operation later." Derek's hand holding the vial stuffed into his pocket, "What about you?"
"Oh." Amanda glanced back. "I just came from Tsuisha." The expression was a little abnormal. "She, she, nothing."
Derek seems to be very experienced with this kind of thing, "Is going to take a baby home, a panic attack?" There was a smile on his face.
Amanda also smiled, "Yeah." Then he asked, "Is this common thing common?"
"Of course." Drake shrugged with a smile. "And Trisha is a single mother, she is allowed to panic." This is comfort.
"I get it ~" Amanda looked at Drake. "Thank you, doctor."
"you are welcome."
Wait a moment. Are we missing something, is there anything to be thanked for in this conversation?
The two men ignored each other, blinking at each other, and then separately, "I'm going to prepare for surgery." "I'm going to see the patient." Separated.
Continue to the hospital.
The neatly placed babies looked at each other like themselves. Everyone should understand that in the eyes of babies, adults who can walk around with free will-doctors and nurses, are not a species with themselves.
But among these babies, there is a species that is really different from the creatures in the whole hospital. His name is Shane. He is sad now.
He witnessed his mother in front of him ... well, across the glass, he had a panic attack after learning that they could be discharged home. Bringing yourself home turned out to be a terrible thing for your mother. This can be regarded as the earliest childhood shadow of life.
"Will your mother be afraid to take you home?" Shane put his thoughts into the baby lying beside him. Try to start a childhood friendship.
"Wow !!!" It seems that this topic is too heavy.
"Anything else besides crying." Shane continued to invest in his thinking.
"Wow!!!"
"Uh." Shane needed breathing, and he began to float.
Don't worry, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no spooky event in the hospital. All the babies were in the place where they should stay, a touch of blue, faintly in the shape of a baby, floating out of the nursery room and starting to shake in the corridor of the hospital.
"You shouldn't eat before the operation, you know." The baby in blue looked at West who was eating jelly on the bed.
West seemed to sense something, looked up into the air, then shook his head. Keep eating.
The baby in light blue shook his head and drifted away.
"Stop the electric shock on the poor guy. He is dead." The baby in blue hovered over a bunch of panicked people. "Look, the earth-bound spirit has been dragged away by the dog."
No one ‘listened’ to his opinion and continued to shock an corpse.
The baby in light blue shook his head and drifted away.
"No, it has nothing to do with whether you love him or not. You don't want to be with him." The baby in blue light hangs behind an anxious passerby and rushes into the emergency room with a group of anxious doctors, " Once the doctor starts to confirm the wound, blood, flesh, bare bones ... "
"vomit!!"
The doctors began to shout, "Get this man out!"
Baby blue, "Let me say it." Gone away.
Perhaps, the hospital is really not suitable for a baby to wander around, Shane, hovered in the air for a while, and flew out of the hospital.
Grand ... No, Grandry has nothing to watch now. Unless everyone wants to see the "tensile" confrontation between Zach and Murphy--
"I need your assurance, don't 'promote' promise."
"I don't even know the meaning of" chase ". I just objectively evaluated his state of life. I'm right."
"He doesn't need your evaluation."
"Of course, I didn't say anything he didn't know. His life, he knows it best."
"That's what I mean, don't make a promise!"
"I don't. What the does it mean, to tease? And not to say I won't tease others, even if I want to tease a handsome man with silver hair, it won't be in front of you." And the small supplement, "I'm stating the truth Do n’t think about it.

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Look, ‘tense’ stare.
We go further south, the sanitarium of the inheritors.
Everyone remember that there is a pregnant woman here. Linda.
Linda's belly size is inversely proportional to the relationship between the couple. The rate at which new life gradually matures is the same as the growth rate of the gap between husband and wife.
"There is a wild cat shaking outside." Cliff passed his big-bellied wife without telling him in a tone, "Pay attention." This is not about caring. The care is-the husband will rule out what is dangerous for his wife, and Cliff does it by throwing Linda a broom.
Linda held her waist in one hand and held it in the other. If she didn't catch it, it might be according to the broom flying around her head, her eyes twitching, "So you decided to let me clean the front yard at this time?"
"Mrs. Quinn called, she and Mrs. Patton will be staying overnight, don't you clean now, do you have to wait until someone comes." Cliff has entered the kitchen and is replenishing food-half of the bottled red things (Quin Madam's), stuffed half of human food, should be prepared for Madam Barton.
Linda grunted and went out with the broom.
Meow ~
"Get off." Linda waved her broom.
Meow!
"Go away if you don't want to die!" Continue to wave the broom.
"Huh." The black cat was swept by the broom and tilted to the ground. He lay on his side and looked at Linda, who was already wielding the broom. "Is this your attitude towards everything in this world." Ren Yan said.
The broom paused in the air for a moment, then used a faster speed to swing towards the black cat.
Meow--
A cloud of black flew into the sky.
Linda shook her broom and rushed back into the manor house. "Cliff! Cliff!"
"Howling!" Cliff responded by sorting out the food reserves.
Linda's face flushed, her fisted hands shivered a little, " You! Cliff!"
"! Linda." Cliff didn't look at his wife, and continued to sort out the food.
Linda stood there for a while, stomped her feet, turned around and went out again, looked away, and saw the black cat who came with a lame leg, "You! What a thing!"
"Cookies." The black cat didn't come close to Linda and sat down at a distance of almost five meters. "I'm West's cat."
"! There are only two heirs who don't want to cause any trouble!" Linda stared at the black cat. "We don't want to be involved in anything!"
The black cat did not directly respond to this sentence, but instead, "You know that you are an inheritor." The bent legs hang pitifully on the side. "I thought the inheritor had experienced all the life in this world. Life will have the most basic compassion and respect. Unexpectedly, you are so cruel to something that is the life of this world with you. "
Linda frowned, "You scared me, wait a minute." Turned back to the room. When he came out again, a small bottle of blood was held in his hand. When he prepared to give it to the black cat, the black cat took a step back.
Linda frowned, apologizing, "It's a hormonal relationship, I apologize. This is the blood of a vampire."
"No need." The black cat glanced at Cliff who appeared behind Linda. "Goodbye."