Anyone brave enough can take a vacation in the world of horror

Because yesterday's diagnosis and treatment process was quite irritable.

As a result, Eno has only 6 patients today.

That's a good start.

Because as long as he diagnoses and treats quickly enough, he has enough time to actively dig up more clues.

But plans often don't keep up with change.

Eno hadn't had time to greet his first patient of the day.

was called by Zhao Chengan to the conference room on the 5th floor.

In addition to the 4 players, there are also some medical NPCs from other departments, which crowd the small conference room, which looks quite formal and rigorous.

Of course, the content of the meeting is inevitably boring and boring.

It is nothing more than the development direction of the hospital and the service attitude and other non-nutritious things.

But it was not without its gains.

For example, after 3 days, there will be a very important person who will come for surgery.

The hospital itself knows how low the cure rate for surgery is.

Therefore, one of the five players will be selected to score the highest patient as the surgeon of this operation.

Jiang Ye wanted to complain in his heart.

Will anyone really get sick according to the doctor's department?

But it's a relief to think that the horror world has no logic at all.

"Is there anything else you want to ask? If not, adjournment! Zhao Chengan sorted out the information in front of him, stood up expressionlessly, and prepared to leave.

"I have!" Eno raised his hand.

A trace of unhappiness flashed on Zhao Chengan's face, but there was no way, he could only sit down again: "Doctor Jiang, what other problem do you have?"

"Why did this big man patient come to our hospital?"

A trace of stunned flashed on Zhao Chengan's face, he thought that Jiang Ye would ask about the patient's physical condition, or what reward there was after the operation.

He didn't expect to ask a question that he didn't want to answer.

Since there were many colleagues from other departments on the scene, he could only answer: "Because this patient is friends with the dean."

"Previously, his illness was personally responsible for by the dean."

"But the dean is missing!"

Zhao Chengan said calmly, and the conference room was also calm.

This matter has become a tacit secret for everyone, and there is nothing to hide.

"Is there anything else Dr. Jiang would like to ask?"

"Yes, where is the patient's medical history?"

"Dean's Office!" Zhao Chengan's face had obviously shown an impatient look, and he even began to knock on the table regularly with his "bone-defined" hand.

"But not everyone can enter the dean's office."

"Today is your third day on the job, until the end of today, we will select the surgeon of the operation based on the scores of the patients for these three days."

"Only this chief surgeon is qualified to enter the dean's office, understand?"

Zhao Chengan obviously didn't like Jiang Ye's thorn, and he was hinting in and out of his words that Jiang Ye would not necessarily be the chief surgeon, so he didn't have to be so positive.

Similarly, Jiang Ye didn't like an old fox like Zhao Chengan, if he didn't ask a few words today.

The opportunity to explore the dean's office no longer exists.

At the end of the meeting, doctors from various departments instantly occupied each elevator.

Jiang Ye was a little speechless, this group of ghosts are dead, how can they still be afraid of being tired.

There is no way but to choose the stairs.

"Eno, are you interested in becoming a surgeon?" Zhang Hongjun's face still had his slightly arrogant smile.

"My strength doesn't allow me not to be interested?" Eno glanced at him faintly, and his tone was cold.

"Do you think that yesterday's incident was done by me!" Jiang Ye's attitude has changed 180 degrees since this morning, Zhang Hongjun is a fool, and he can guess that Jiang Ye blamed everything on him.

"Do you know that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall?" Jiang Ye suddenly turned his head and smiled politely and affectionately at Zhang Hongjun.

In Zhang Hongjun's opinion, he only felt a chill down his spine.

He didn't even know what was going on in this man's head.

Eno returned to the examination room.

A broken would waste him a full two hours, which was really irritating enough.

Jiang Ye rubbed his face, pressed the corners of his mouth with his fingers and gently lifted them up until he revealed a standard smirk, and then pressed the button on the table.

"Hello Dr. Jiang!" A little boy timidly pushed open the door of Eno's treatment room.

Jiang Ye looked up, and the standard smirk that had just been pinched disappeared in an instant.

The little boy in front of him had messy hair, and his clothes were gray, which seemed to have been worn for many years, and was hanging loosely on his skinny body.

And what made Eno's smile disappear was that the child's face, arms, and legs were full of marks of whipping.

Even if it is a ghost, there should be light in his eyes at his age.

But the little boy ghost in front of him only had hollow and timidity in his eyes.

"Come in!" Jiang Ye sighed.

The little boy ghost did not walk in directly, but turned his head and led a male ghost with a crooked face and a crooked mouth and two heads to walk in.

"Dad, you sit here!"

The little boy ghost dragged his father to sit down at his desk, while he obediently stood aside.

I don't know if it's too young or not nourished enough, this little boy ghost is about the same height as Eno's table.

"Does your dad like to drink?" Jiang Ye frowned and compared the registration slip.

From the moment the boy's father came in, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol and had a rough guess in his mind.

"Yes!"

"Your dad has had a stroke!"

"You... You fart, I'm not a stroke! Without waiting for the little boy to speak, the little boy's father, the stroke ghost, suddenly trembled and roared.

Jiang Ye was also not angry, and asked with a smile: "Is the money enough?" This thing on your head has to be removed, and the cost is very high!

The little boy ghostly struggled for a while and asked, "How much?" "

888 pieces!"

"I..." The

little boy ghostly looked embarrassed, and before he finished speaking, he was violently pushed to the ground by the stroke ghost.

"Lao Tzu saves the money to buy wine for you to eat and drink, and you fucking mother has to hesitate to even treat Lao Tzu."

"That's the tuition fee that my mother and I picked up for a whole year of garbage!" The little boy's words became quieter and quieter, and he cried out until he finished speaking.

"Why didn't your mother come?" Eno asked.

"Mom didn't give Dad money to buy alcohol, I broke my leg by my dad, and I'm still lying at home!" The little boy cried even harder.

"You talk nonsense, you little rabbit cub, see if Laozi doesn't kill you..." The stroke ghost stretched out his hand tremblingly, and before it could be pumped on the face of the little boy ghost, he was pinched by Jiang Ye and thrown on the operating table.

"Don't be angry, it's not good for your body to be angry."

"I'm just a doctor, and I'm more interested in this thing on your head than in your family affairs." Saying that, Jiang Ye put on gloves and pinched the large tumor on the side of the head of the stroke ghost.