Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

No matter what this potion is, as long as it can strengthen him, Zhao Ke will inject it into himself as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

After the medicine was injected, Zhao Ke's body suddenly felt hot and dry.

Holding the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, he sat there without saying a word.

Suddenly, beads of sweat began to permeate Zhao Ke's clothes.

Seeing this, the old man hurried to the water dispenser and made Zhao Ke a glass of water.

Pass the water glass to Zhao Ke.

"Do you feel very hot? This is normal. You need to drink plenty of water, otherwise it will cause you to be severely dehydrated."

Zhao Ke reached out to take the water cup, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at the pure water in the cup and looked at the old man: "So, is this how your colleagues were poisoned to death by you cup by cup?"

Chapter 747

"Boom!"

The moment Zhao Ke finished speaking, the old man was taken aback: "What colleague?"

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the glass of water Zhao Ke put on the table, and became emotional immediately.

"You suspect me of poisoning?"

The old man quickly grabbed the water glass, took a big gulp, and put the glass heavily in front of Zhao Ke.

"I am a medical student, and I have been dealing with these life-saving medicines for half my life. In order to develop a medicine to treat diseases, I spent half of my youth in this hospital. I am a doctor, not you executioners, please respect me! "

excitement!

I saw the old man standing upright, his fists clenched together.

As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated.

He is afraid of death, but he values ​​his reputation more than life and death.

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, the sweat on his forehead was still dripping out, and he felt a burning sensation in his body.

Burning his internal organs.

Zhao Ke felt like he was in a sauna.

Facing the tough look of the old man in front of him, Zhao Ke took a deep breath and pointed behind the old man with his hand.

"I don't doubt you, but they say so."

An understatement, but the old man's face suddenly became strange.

"Did you take too much medicine and have hallucinations?"

Saying this, as if to prove his innocence, the old man turned around and pointed at the black and empty room behind him.

"Look, there's no one here at all."

After finishing speaking, the old man seemed to suddenly understand something, and stepped forward to put his hand on Zhao Ke's chest.

"Your heart is beating fast, drink up the water quickly, otherwise a lot of water will be lost and you will have hallucinations."

After saying this, he handed the water cup to Ke Zhao.

"Trust me, I'm a doctor!"

In a word, I am a doctor.

Zhao Ke was really moved. Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him with vicissitudes of life and his focused expression, he perfectly explained what a doctor's parental heart is.

If it's true, it's even better.

Yes, there is no one in the room.

But living here will always leave a lot of traces.

For example, there are three or four thermos cups placed by the table in different colors.

There are also two pink and red ones.

Could it be that he needs to use so much alone, and the colors are so bright and lovely?

Besides these, Zhao Ke also saw the daily necessities on the desk in the corner.

Forget about anything else, the package of unopened aunt's towels is naturally the most dazzling.

Facing the inquiry that Zhao Ke referred to.

Instead, the old man breathed a sigh of relief: "You are too nervous, there is indeed no one here, it was all before..."

"Shut up, tell too many lies, sometimes you will believe it yourself!"

Zhao Ke interrupted the reason why the old man continued to defend himself.

Stand up and push open the glass door behind the old man.

I saw an empty room with messy equipment lying on the ground, but there was nothing else.

But this is not what Zhao Ke wanted him to see.

But something else.

I saw Zhao Ke took out the signal stick that Fat Pig had given him before from the stamp album.

Break it off and throw it in the lab.

Immediately by the strong light of the signal stick.

On the black glass, lines of bright red blood characters were written crookedly.

"Don't drink water!" "Don't drink water!"

"Don't drink water!" "Don't drink water!"

The glass was covered with blood, fingerprints, and faces branded with blood.

The empty eyes seemed to be telling their own tragic experience, and angrily questioned their most respected teacher.

Why kill us!

"No! No! It's... it's none of my business, it's none of my business."