Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Hospital Rule [-]: If the person knocking is a nurse, please do not open the door.

It is true that the door of this ward has been kicked down by Sanguinius and Norton, and is now tremblingly embedded in the wall of the ward.But obviously the shapeless thing at the door doesn't care about these twigs. It still knocks on the doorframe perseveringly according to the constraints of the rules.

If you can't tell the identity of the person knocking on the door, people who don't follow the rules will definitely be in bad luck (big boo).

So, how to determine whether an incorporeal thing is a doctor or a nurse?

Sanguinius and Norton looked at each other, and both of them looked at the latex paint in the Dragon King's hand...

Whoa!

The thick liquid paint poured all over the thing at the door, clearly outlining its concave and convex body curves.White liquid flowed freely on the face of the nurse at Jushan Hospital, and her crisp nurse hat looked like a puddle of rotten skin at the moment.

"Sorry," Norton said confidently, holding the paint bucket, "we can't open the door for the nurse!"

Sanguinius poked his head out from behind Norton, still throwing berries into his mouth, and reminded with a smile: "This is the rule of the hospital. Miss nurse, you don't want to be found by the director to violate the rules, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless nurse with a good figure began to tremble violently, and she let out a heart-piercing scream from nowhere on her body. The peephole windows on all the ward doors in the entire corridor burst open and shattered. Glass rained down on the ground.

However, she was bound by the rules. As long as the people in the room did not open the door, even if she was furious on the spot, she could not do anything to the playful Sanguinius and Norton.

With nothing to do, she could only "glare" at the two lawless guys with resentment. She walked as stiffly as a plastic model, dragging her body covered in white latex paint, "step by step" towards the depths of the corridor.

"Tch, that's it."

Norton spat disdainfully, clasped his hands in a trumpet shape beside his mouth, and shouted to the faceless nurse's back: "Come again, I have a bucket of paint here!"

The faceless nurse paused for a moment, as if she was seriously considering whether to break the rules and go back to kill this guy, but in the end she walked away bit by bit until she disappeared into the darkness.

"Boring..." Norton muttered.

"Loud noise, not wearing a mask, eating in the ward..." Sanguinius crossed his fingers, "Apart from letting the nurse in, we only have the rule 'staying in the ward for more than 15 minutes' that we haven't violated. .”

"Then what are you waiting for?" Norton sat down cross-legged in the air with great interest, and took out a stack of bronze playing cards from his arms, "Let's just kill some time by playing cards. Can you play Texas Hold'em? Fried Golden Flowers too. OK."

Sanguinius looked at Norton strangely, as if the Dragon King were an Ogryn who could add and subtract within ten—smart, but not entirely smart.

Before Norton was stunned by the archangel, Sanguinius pointed at his own ebony eyes: "Are you sure... you want to play cards with a prophet?"

The White Emperor Dragon Master put away the newly washed poker cards angrily: "Pretend I didn't say..."

The patient in the ward, the pale human figure that Norton used as a cushion, no longer looked as arrogant as when he summoned countless shadows. While the Blood Angel was talking to the White Emperor Dragon Lord, it had been shrinking on the sprinkler. Shivering on the latex paint-covered mattress.

As time passed, the patient's trembling became more and more severe, and even the iron frame bed under him made a creaking sound.

As Sanguinius pondered whether to tie up the patient, the shabby old TV in the ward suddenly lit up - its plug was still lying on the dusty floor, at least three feet away from the socket. !

"Ah! Finally!"

The bored Norton couldn't wait to look at the TV screen, but there was only dense noise and snowflakes, the speakers were filled with harsh current noise, and there was not even half of the picture at all!

"Maybe we-" Sanguinius only said two words before he was interrupted by the White Emperor Dragon Lord.

"I know how to deal with it." The King of Bronze and Fire rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically, "Ferrus taught me that as long as the screen cannot display the picture, I only need to find a 45-degree angle, and then -"

Norton slapped the skull of the old-fashioned TV. The screen, flashing with snowflakes and noise, shook violently twice, and then went completely black without any light left.

The Lord of the Second Legion could imagine the expression of the Blood Angels without looking at it. He coughed twice in embarrassment: "Maybe the home appliance Resurrection Palm is not suitable for - oh oh oh!"

The TV screen suddenly glowed brightly, and dazzling white light shot out, completely engulfing Norton and Sanguinius!

When the light dissipated, only the patient who suddenly calmed down was left in the ward.

Looking at the empty ward, it grinned its toothless mouth and let out a terrifying hoarse laugh...

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+Huh? +

Ohm frowned solemnly, slowly put down the black tea in his hand, and looked at his wife seriously: +f·f...+

Fiorina, who was taking out the clothes one by one from the suitcase, froze on the spot, turned around extremely slowly, and said with a stiff smile: "What's the matter, dear?"

+I feel bad...+

Ohm's palms trembled slowly, and the teacup and the tray collided, making a series of "clucking" sounds: + Sure enough... I shouldn't... +

"No, stop talking." Fiorina walked over quickly and hugged her husband's shoulders, with a sad look on her face, "Stop talking, my dear."

+I must...must say, f·f! +

Looking at the tea cup in his hand, Ohm's whole face wrinkled up: + The black tea I brewed by myself is too bad to drink! ! !This is simply swill—no, not even worse than swill! ! ! +

"I told you a long time ago, you have to make it yourself..." Fiorina sighed helplessly and rubbed her husband's cheek, "But I'm glad you finally have some self-awareness. Put down the tea cup. Come on, my little fool, I’ll make you a new pot later.”

With that said, Fiorina left her husband, who was constantly wiping his tongue with bread, and walked to the bedroom window.

She was just about to close the open window when she suddenly caught sight of an unusual color from the corner of her eye. It was the only fixed color patch among the dozens of sheets fluttering in the wind in the yard. It looked so cold in the afternoon light... …

Looking down, I saw a tall man wearing a dark blue overalls, looking up at the window where Fiorina was sitting with his pale face without any expression.

Fiorina gasped: "Oh, God... No, never, never!"