Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The situation of the old man no longer allowed them to make any further troubles, and now even if they wanted to go back the same way, it would be difficult.

Now Song Heng is the only thing to be thankful for.

It is the equipment I rented from the hospital at a high price.

After all, the conditions of the hospitals here are far inferior to those in the Mainland for cash.

The old man's daily medicine and all kinds of nursing care are naturally unconditional here.

Fortunately, the equipment that Song Heng rented at a high price, as well as the accompanying doctors and nurses, were able to stabilize the old man's condition.

As for going back the same way, I'm afraid it's unrealistic.

"What about the urn?"

At this time, Song Heng couldn't help thinking of the urn left by Zhao Ke.

"I was afraid that it would be bad luck, so I threw it in the car!"

Luo Qing actually wanted to throw the urn away, but later found that the urn couldn't be opened, and didn't know what was inside, so he just threw it in the car and planned to study it slowly.

"Hey, forget it! Say more good things to the leaders in the city, and see if you can recruit more people to help."

Song Heng is like a deflated ball.

This is not his one-acre three-point land, and he can get in touch with the leaders of the city only with the help of his old friends.

As for whether Zhao Ke can be found, it can only be said that it is resigned to fate.

"Eldest brother! The old man woke up last night and was still asking for the letter from the second senior brother. I said he went to work, but I'm afraid it won't be long."

Luo Qing looked sad, every time the old man asked him about it.

Luo Qing's heart felt as uncomfortable as if a cork had been inserted.

I couldn't help but blame Zhao Ke in my heart, what does it mean to leave an urn without leaving a fart.

Thinking of this, Luo Qing swore inwardly, don't let yourself see Zhao Ke again, once you see him, beat him once, even if you can't beat him.

"Hey, bear with it for now."

Song Heng rubbed his numb face with both hands. For this sake, he was really tired.

"I bought a bottle of water, what do you drink?"

As if he didn't intend to entangle so much with Zhao Ke's question, Song Heng opened his mouth to divert the conversation.

"Uh, mineral water is fine, if you have instant noodles, bring me some instant noodles by the way!"

Luo Qing is not very used to the food here, and he doesn't have much appetite, so he hasn't eaten anything for a day.

For his junior brother's habit of eating instant noodles, Song Heng would definitely scold him head-on and face-to-face in normal times.

But today, Song Heng just nodded, turned around and walked down the stairs.

Once out of the hospital building.

I felt the cold wind blowing on my face like a knife.

Looking at the majestic mountain range in the distance, Song Heng, who doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, can't help but put his hands together.

Not only praying for the old man, but also hoping that Zhao Ke can return safely.

After buying things at the small shop, I specially brought two buckets of Laotan sauerkraut, which I like most, to Luo Qing.

Step up the stairs.

From a distance, I heard: "Crack!" The sound of glass shattering.

Although the voice was far away, for some reason, Song Heng suddenly had a bad feeling in his mind.

He rushed up the stairs with a stride, and rushed to the old man's ward as fast as he could.

"Quick, come on!"

Before the person arrived, the screams of the nurses came from the ward.

This made Song Heng even more impatient and couldn't care less, "Bang!" kicked open the door of the ward.

There were two people lying on the ground, one was Luo Qing, and the nurse in charge of monitoring.

Looking at the window again, I found that the window was actually broken.

"Old man!"

Seeing this, Song Heng threw all the things in the pile on the ground, rushed up to have a look,

Looking at the empty hospital bed in front of him, with a letter left on it, Song Heng felt his eyes darken for a while.

Feeling exhausted, he covered his dizzy forehead with one hand, and sat down on the ground.

Looking at the appearance of Luo Qing and the nurse on the ground, it is likely that this old guy did it.

Although I don't know how the old man did it.

But obviously, the old man deliberately left them behind. This old guy is determined and doesn't intend to let them continue to follow.

When he thought about it, he had just lost a junior in front of him, and in a blink of an eye the old man was also lost here.

Thinking of this, Song Heng only felt a rush of hot air running down his chest and heading straight to his head.

"I don't care about you!!"

Shouting in one breath, Song Heng's eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't help lying heavily on the ground.

Chapter 821 Rapid Progress

"Zi..."

The shredded tobacco in the smoking pot was flickering, and the Yiren outside the forest handed the big smoking gun a cup of tea, curious about the forest in front of him.

Ever since Wang Mazi and Zhao Ke walked into the woods.

It's been almost eight days now.

Every day, I can hear the sound of humming and fisting inside.

But no one knows what happened to the two of them.