Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

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But just to be on the safe side, Manan still inquired and said, "I'm curious about your abilities as a god of death and where do you work?"

As for this topic, Hua Ke has already thought up the answer: "Why should I tell you about my abilities?"

When he spoke, the expression on his face didn't change at all. In terms of acting, Shen Yi was number one in the team, and he was absolutely second.

"However," he rolled his eyes, and a slightly sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I can tell you that we have the same hobbies, and this time we came here to play with you."

Manan looked at Mr. Sven lying on the bed, and suddenly realized that this strange new clinic had patients on the first day.

He nodded and continued:

"So, you are a healing enthusiast just like me? Why don't we have a little competition?"

He preliminarily judged that Mr. Unhappy's ability was related to destroying the electric shock device, and destroying the device during the test would not affect anything.

"You think the same as I do," Hua Ke pointed to the door of the consulting room, "Then, let's go out together and randomly select patients."

After he finished speaking, Shen Yi hurriedly jumped off the bed: "I'm coming too."

Seeing that there were not many patients on the fifth floor, they expanded the range to the upper and lower floors. When they got off the elevator on the fourth floor, a fat man with fluffy hands and feet suddenly ran over and looked at Hua Ke with admiration.

"Oh my god, you are the god of death who picked me up! I didn't expect to meet you here!"

His expression was slightly exaggerated, and Shen Yi, who was standing behind, raised his hand to greet him: "Hi, senior!"

"Ah... hello..." The fat man froze for a while.

Then, he saw the doctor in a white coat next to him, with a blank face, and asked Hua Ke, "Are you here to see a doctor? Does Death also need to see a doctor?"

"Oh, I'm bringing the new pick-up over here for fun." Hua Ke replied blankly, poking his finger to close the elevator door.

The doctor on the side watched silently, and he was even more sure that this was his kind. He began to wonder how this unhappy gentleman who looked at the young man became the god of death, and what kind of favor did he receive from the boss?

"The death god of the family," he didn't know Hua Ke's name yet, "I don't know which area you are usually active in? Maybe I can visit you next time?"

Reapers generally don't like to get together, and they each have their own areas of life. It's not common for people like Mr. Unhappy to rush to other people's areas.

"I'm in the center." Hua Ke pretended to be mysterious and said, "Where is it, you can ask the boss, he is very familiar with me."

"It seems that you are usually very busy, so I don't want to bother you. After all, the gods of death don't like parties." Manan guessed that he was the one closest to the boss. Those gods of death are very arrogant and don't like being asked about the situation.

Of course, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

The elevator door opened, and Manan was the first to go out. He picked left and right, and pulled out a short, thin man from the blood room on the fourth floor.

"He bled to death, I choose him."

Hua Ke looked left and right, and waved to the man in the light blue T-shirt passing by holding a medical record.

"Come here."

"I...?" Meng Ba pointed at his nose in disbelief.

The "patient" behind him pushed him: "I'm calling you, don't make me lose my temper."

Meng Ba was reluctant to approach them, and the pathology in his hand was taken away by the doctor.

"Well... the blood in my whole body has been drained." Manan nodded, and handed over the medical records to Hua Ke, "You can choose him."

Hua Ke accepted the notebook and told Meng Ba that if he went with them to the fifth floor, he would not have to wait in line and he would get better treatment.

Meng Ba was stunned and nodded, but he still looked back hesitantly.

"Can I bring my friend with me, please?"

Hua Ke: "It depends on whether Dr. Manan agrees, after all, it is his consulting room."

Manan didn't care at all: "Of course, it's fairer to have a few more witnesses."

Five minutes later, the muscle explosion room on the fifth floor was full of people.

Manan: "..."

The blue T-shirt patient seems to have a little too many friends.

And when he just came back, the fat man who was brought by Mr. Unhappy was also waiting at the door, and Mr. Unhappy brought him in with him.

Do so many people want to watch the competition between me and Mr. Unhappy?

"Why, do doctors get scared when they see too many people?" Shen Yi said suddenly.

"Why do you have such an idea?" Manan didn't quite agree with his misunderstanding, "I was just thinking about where to arrange them so that they wouldn't disturb me and... Sorry, what is your surname?"

Hua Ke: "I don't really like telling people's names."

He found that the word "death" was different from everyone else's, and there might be some special nomenclature. To be on the safe side, he decided to pretend to be unfathomable.

"Then I'll call you Mr. Unhappy." Manan was very sure that he was Nabo's god of death who was close to the boss. It's not that he didn't like to tell people's names, it's just that his arrogance made him look down on himself.

This person broke into the hospital, maybe he didn't think that Manan was a god of death at all, so he didn't have any sense of other people's territory.

What a nasty Grim Reaper.

Manan asked the "referees" to spread out and stand against the wall, so as not to affect their competition.

Then, he opened the white metal cabinet, pointed to the densely packed instruments inside and said, "Mr. Unhappy, it's all my stuff, you can use it as you like, if you need anything else, I'll send a nurse to the equipment room to get it."

"It's enough." Hua Ke didn't look at the cabinet, "I don't need too many assistive devices."

A pair of thick eyebrows on Ma Nan's face were huddled together, and there was a big doubt in his heart.

No, isn't this arrogant Mr. Unhappy's ability to heal other than destroying machines?

If that's the case, he's cheating!

Then again, whether it's destruction or healing, it doesn't seem to be helpful for "work". The boss should not bestow this strange ability on Reaper.

Because Mr. Unhappy doesn't like others to inquire, Ma Nan didn't rashly correct him when he could only guess. He decided to wait for the treatment.

"Doctor Manan," Mr. Unhappy said suddenly, "We haven't agreed on what to do for the loser in this competition."

Manan thought for a while and said, "Because the god of death likes to enclose his own territory, I think Mr. Unhappy is interested in this place because he can come here. If I lose, how about letting you play here?"

Hua Ke thought about it for a while, and said, "I'll do well on my side, what do you want to do with you? Dr. Manan seems to be very interested in my situation. If I lose, I will tell you everything about me." , how about we make friends?"

Manan felt that the matter would not be so simple, but he still said: "Okay, then I will tell you my situation if I lose, and by the way, I will add a secret about the boss, which no one in your central area knows thing."

"Teacher! We must win against him!" Shen Yi who was on the side had completely entered the role.

[D13511-Subconscious Extraction-Fifth End]

24. The third sip of honey water

◎【D13511-Subconscious Extraction-Sixth Time】◎

【D13511-Subconscious Extraction-Sixth time】

The weather outside the window has become very gloomy, giving people a sense of the end of the world.I just wonder if there will be a doomsday in the world of death?

The competition has already started. Fortunately, there is a spare treatment bed in the consultation room. The "referees" help to carry it to the center of the room, one on the left and one on the left, and a white cloth screen is blocked in the middle.

The two gods of death operate independently, and the judgment results include time, technique, and treatment effect.

It is currently known that the dead who are physically unwell due to various causes of death can generally return to a relatively normal state after treatment, but they cannot fully recover. After all, this is a deep wound on their soul. Will carry some until reincarnation.

Manan pulled a small pump and a can of oil from the tin cabinet.

In order to prevent it from being damaged like an electric shocker, he deliberately selected an instrument with a manual gear.

He introduced the oil into the pump's reservoir, then walked to the side of the short, thin male patient, and inserted a thick and flexible tube from the left external carotid artery, all the way down to the heart.

Fortunately, Li Liu had restored the circuit, and when Manan touched the switch of the pump with his foot, there was a rumbling sound inside.

Then, the doctor connected the end of the pipe to the pump, and the oil was poured into the patient like water.

Suffering from the overflow of liquid, the short and thin man actually became a little fatter, but he didn't feel better for a long time, and he was foaming at the mouth and struggling on the iron bed.

Seeing that the input was almost done, Manan stopped the machine and looked at his results with satisfaction.

At this time, the screen was opened, and Mr. Unhappy on the other side had finished his treatment, and his patient was lying on the bed as naturally as if he hadn't done anything.

"How?" Manan proudly directed everyone to look at his patient first.

Foaming at the mouth and twitching all over, the oil did create a new circulation in him.

"Other doctors can only restore a small amount of blood through treatment, but I can make him full of 'blood' all over his body!"

"But he is very uncomfortable." Hua Ke interrupted, "You have cured his blood loss problem, but you have brought him new pain, and this person may soon declare the treatment to fail."

Manan said angrily: "Even if the treatment is declared a failure, it is a treatment failure caused by a new problem! I have completed the competition project perfectly!"

As he said, bypassing Mr. Unhappy, he planned to see what happened to another patient. For a patient whose blood has been drained from the whole body, even if the general method can recover to 70%, it is very remarkable.

On the other treatment bed, the patient named Meng Ba sat up in a daze. He was terrified by the attention of so many people.

Hua Ke is in front of everyone