Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

However, at this time, I saw the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth slightly raised, nodded and said: "Yes, there is still a main course missing!"

"puff!"

As Zhao Ke's voice fell, a flying knife popped out of Zhao Ke's hand and pierced into Niu Tan's heart.

Chapter 220 The Craniotomy

"smell good!"

In the office, three female nurses and four sturdy nurses sat at a huge desk, looking at the boiling hot pot in front of them, drooling.

A mandarin duck pot, red and white are distinct.

The bright red and shiny butter chili, exuding a special fragrance while boiling.

Unlike other hot pots, which only have a spicy taste, on the contrary, in this pot, there is very little spicy smell, and more of a smell of beef mixed with herbs.

The taste is deep and soft, which stimulates the appetite.

The white clear soup pot is more flavorful. The milky soup, not only does not cover its own fragrance because of the fiery red spicy pot on the other side, but exudes a very mellow and delicious fragrance.

Two green onions float on the soup, the green onions are white, lively and fragrant.

"It's a good thing I didn't go back today, otherwise I would have missed a big meal."

A female nurse's eyes were shining brightly. She was supposed to be able to go back to get off work at 7 o'clock this evening, but she was stopped by two other nurses. She was a little nervous at first, but now she immediately felt that this was definitely a sister.

"Huh? Where are Niu Tan and Dr. Han?"

Today, the female nurse Chen Qi who was bumped into by Zhao Ke raised her head and asked curiously as she leaned on the door with her ear bent.

It's just that when she finished speaking, she was booed by others. Another nurse joked, "Where did Niu Tan go? We don't know, but Dr. Han, I'm afraid it's already in your heart."

"You went!"

After being shouted out of his mind, Chen Qi's face turned red up to his ears.

The silver bell-like laughter of the three nurses aroused the envy of the other four nurses.

They are all relatives with big bosses, and some families send in some money. Apart from a lot of strength, they have to look but have no looks, and if they want to learn but have no knowledge, they will naturally not be favored by other nurses.

"Doctor Han, just said that he will check another patient tonight. After the check, he will bring us a main course. Let's eat first without waiting for him!"

A nurse saw the WeChat on her mobile phone and said.

"Hey, Liu Bing, why do you have his WeChat account??"

Women's views are always opposite to men's. After hearing what the nurse said, Chen Qi was more concerned about why she had Han Peng's WeChat account, but she didn't.

"I was on duty today. When he came over and entered the observation area, he added me by the way. Why haven't you yet?"

Liu Bing said, with a mischievous smile, thinking of Chen Qi: "Sister Chen, you have to work hard, don't let me snatch it away!"

Although the speaker was unintentional, Chen Qi couldn't help but thumped in his heart. He forced a smile on his lips, stood up and said, "You guys eat first, I'll go and have a look."

After saying this, Chen Qi walked out quickly and walked towards the other side of the ward area.

The mental patients here are all in a semi-normal state, that is, as the saying goes, lunatics, they are the real objects of research in the hospital.

When he walked to a ward, Chen Qi suddenly stamped his feet, and saw Zhao Ke sitting in the ward, chatting with a mental patient.

What Chen Qi was impressed with was that this mental patient was dubbed a craniotomy by them.

It is said that he asked someone to do the operation himself, and opened a finger-sized hole in his head, and then said that he could see ghosts.

I only heard that in the ward, Zhao Ke was sitting on a chair, facing the middle-aged man in his 30s, and the two were chatting.

"Are you sure you don't feel uncomfortable after the hole is opened?"

Zhao Ke asked curiously, looking at the case in hand, he was also curious about this patient in his heart.

The middle-aged man shook his head, pushed aside the tangerine that Zhao Ke handed him, and ate it piece by piece, looking very gentle.

"No, the current medical technology is not as simple and crude as it was in ancient times. Mine is the size of a fingernail, and it doesn't affect anything."

Zhao Ke really wanted to ask him why he thought of opening a hole in his head, but he opened his mouth and didn't know how to ask. He came to find ingredients, but he was suddenly curious about the patient in front of him, so he walked in ask.

But when the words came to his lips, Zhao Ke didn't know how to describe them.

Seeing Zhao Ke hesitate to speak.

Immediately, he smiled confidently: "I'm not crazy, and I haven't been in contact with any cults. The area of ​​the cranial cavity is so large. Even if a hole is pierced, the brain volume will not increase, but the pressure on the brain will be reduced. Got more blood and nutrients than before, so I could see something that wasn't normal."

"For example?"

Zhao Ke looked at the middle-aged man carefully, wanting to know what he saw.

However, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth slightly raised, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ke's shoulder, and he leaned into Zhao Ke's ear and whispered: "I saw a person standing behind you, a woman in red, she is staring at you, Waiting for you to find her!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Ke's heart sank suddenly, and he touched his shoulder with his palm, feeling a chill on his back, and goosebumps stood up on his arms.

"Is it true that you can see it just by punching a hole?"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath and continued to ask curiously.

However, the middle-aged man shook his head: "Look at luck."

When the middle-aged man said this, he suddenly stared at the flower pots on the wall, his face changed suddenly, and he screamed: "He! He is here!"

The middle-aged man turned pale, screamed and wrapped himself in the quilt, then poked his head out and looked at Zhao Ke in a low voice, with a tear in his voice, completely opposite to his gentle appearance before.

"He's here, and he's going to dig out my internal organs again. I can't stand it, I can't stand that sound, it feels like my intestines are being emptied by him!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help turning his head in a daze, and even used his golden pupils to look around, but there was nothing.

"Brother Han, he's sick again!"

At this time, Chen Qi walked in, looked at the middle-aged man curled up in a ball under the blanket, shook his head and said: "It's a good life, but I have to open a hole in my head, and I have studied it for four or five years." Nian, I really committed suicide!"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, stood up, looked back at Chen Qi, and said, "What do you think he is afraid of?"

"I don't know, but he always said that he has a mouth full of fangs, and he has to take out his internal organs every day."

As Chen Qi said, he looked up and saw Zhao Ke staring at the middle-aged man on the bed, as if he was deep in thought.

Just when I was talking to ask Zhao Ke to go back to eat, I saw Zhao Ke suddenly stepped forward and put his hand into the quilt. It didn't take long to see that the middle-aged man stopped shaking and began to climb down steadily. Soon there was a burst of nose snore.

This is probably the most solid sleep he has ever had since undergoing craniotomy.