Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that Jiang Zuo didn't react, the abbot kindly explained to him in detail: "The benefactor has such thin arms and legs, wouldn't he fall apart after being tossed for a while?... the professor in our martial arts hall The content can not only enhance your physical strength and become durable, but also improve your flexibility, allowing you to easily try various postures..."

Jiang Zuo: ......... I thank you.

Seeing that Jiang Zuo's face was ashen, the abbot shut his mouth knowingly, turned his head and whispered a few words to the young monk behind him, only to see the young monk nodded, turned his head and ran in another direction with the corner of his robe.

The abbot sent Jiang Zuo to the gate of the temple, and said slowly: "Don't worry, the benefactor, the ghost hasn't hurt you at all, which means it doesn't want to take your life."

"Some people are alive, but the skin ducks have already been brittle..." Jiang Zuo's face was pale, but after hearing the abbot say something normal, he couldn't help but have some hope in his heart: "then the abbot... what can you do?" Is there a way to resolve my crispy duck?"

The abbot paused: "There is no way, just let nature take its course."

Jiang Zuo's eyes became brighter, and he hurriedly asked: "How can we let nature take its course?"

The abbot looked at Jiang Zuo with pity on his face: "...fuck it, the ghost will leave naturally."

Jiang Zuo: ......... I advise you, old bald donkey, to be cautious in your words and deeds.

The abbot just finished speaking, and saw the little monk rushing back with a bamboo basket in his hand. The bamboo basket in his hand was densely woven, without any other decorations or patterns on the outside, it was very simple The top of the basket was covered with a starched, stiff white cloth to cover what lay beneath.

"The benefactor came this time, and the old man didn't do much to help..."

Jiang Zuo was a little surprised: ...You bald donkey still has a little self-knowledge...

The abbot took the bamboo basket from the young monk, and handed it to Jiang Zuo with a solemn expression: "This is a souvenir of the temple, and please accept it with a smile."

Looking at the abbot like this, is it a basket of magic weapons that can protect the body?

Jiang Zuo was slightly moved, he pursed his lips and took the bamboo basket from the abbot with the same solemn attitude, carefully lifted the white cloth on top, glanced inside, and saw a basket full of fried crispy Yellow fish sticks, each fried fish is about as long as a palm.

Jiang Zuo raised his head and blinked his eyes: "Don't you believe in Buddhism..."

The abbot coughed heavily: "This... recently, the heat in the pond has killed a lot of fish in the pond. I saw something very popular on the Internet... don't throw away the dead fish that you don't need, wrap them in egg liquid, Fry them in a pan until they are golden and crispy, take them out of the oil, and the elderly and children love to eat them... I just borrowed flowers to send to the Buddha, and gave them to pilgrims. These fish are not in vain..."

Jiang Zuo: "..." I think you are afraid that I will ask you for money to return the talisman paper...

The matter has come to this point, Jiang Zuo can only buy a basket of fried fish as his own, after thanking the abbot, Jiang Zuo took the small basket and walked towards the station. When passing Xiaolinzi, he specially Wait for someone to walk ahead, then follow behind and walk slowly, watching all directions and listening to all directions.

While walking cautiously, Jiang Zuo pinched a piece of dried fish in the basket, put it to his lips, and gnawed it carefully.

Although the monks in the temple are not serious monks, the skill of frying fish is very good. The fried fish is golden and shiny, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Too much charred and too little is not enough. The meat inside is fresh and tender. It is full of the fragrance of fragrant oil and crisp on the lips and teeth.

Followed the people through the small forest, and this time he did not bump into anything unclean. After getting into the car, Jiang Zuo covered the basket tightly with a white cloth, hugged the small bamboo basket on his knees, and rested his forehead on it. On the car window, thinking back to the few times I hit ghosts.

...seems to be alone every time.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Zuo couldn't help but regain some energy. If he finds someone to live with him during this period of time, and walks in and out with him, will he be able to avoid the bad luck of being a crispy duck...?

In this way, Jiang Zuo thought more and more energetically. After returning home, he called the two bodyguards guarding the door to come into the room, and poured a cup of tea for each of them very graciously, so that they don't have to stand at the door and just stand Just stay in the small living room.

Convinced by his ingenuity, Jiang Zuo cocked his legs and hummed a song, watching TV with great peace of mind while eating the small dried fish sent by the temple today.

Jiang Zuo divided two bodyguards into a few, and when the basket was empty, he reluctantly licked the oil stains on his fingers, washed his hands, and decided to sleep on his stomach in the room to catch up on sleep.

However, after sleeping for less than half an hour, Jiang Zuo felt his stomach growling. He grabbed his stomach and got up, ran to the toilet, took off his pants and sat on the toilet, looked down and found the pants There is a circle of blackened oil on it.

Jiang Zuo, who saw this situation for the first time, was taken aback.

Generally speaking, shouldn't eating the wrong food cause diarrhea... Why did he leak oil?

Jiang Zuo, whose mind suddenly went blank for a while, sat on the toilet. After regaining consciousness, sweating in his hands, he used his mobile phone to search Baidu, and finally concluded that he was either suffering from gastrointestinal inflammation or chronic enteritis.

He rubbed his warm little stomach, and he could feel that it was slightly swollen, but it didn't hurt, just a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Zuo clutched his stomach, came out of the toilet with his face twisted, and called the proprietress to ask for leave. He caught a glimpse of the two bodyguards who were sitting in the small living room and disappeared. dried fish...

These damned stinky monks...

Jiang Zuo, who had been physically and mentally traumatized all day, couldn't hold back a drop of hot tears. He leaned on the closet in a desolate manner, changed a pair of underwear for himself, and was about to put on the trousers. After thinking for a while, he pulled out again. A pair of clean underwear is put on over the original underwear.With double insurance, Jiang Zuo put on his trousers and stuffed a pair of underwear in his pocket.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Zuo took the keys and changed his shoes, intending to visit the nearby Linzhuang Clinic.

As soon as Jiang Zuo walked out of the community, a red taxi stopped him at the door. The driver uncle rolled down the window, revealing a face full of blue beard and tanned, but very honest and honest, and shouted at him. Said: "Where are you going, little brother, shall I take you for a ride?"

Jiang Zuo moved slowly and cautiously with his buttocks between his legs, worried that if he walked too fast, he would burst out of gas again. Hearing the driver's uncle's call, Jiang Zuo hesitated for a moment, instead of getting close to the car window, he stood at the same place with a distance Talked to him about the price: "15 yuan, go to Linzhuang Clinic, do you want to go?"

The uncle driver looked him up and down and smiled: "Okay, let's get in the car."

Looking at Jiang Zuo's livid face and the hands covering his abdomen in the rearview mirror, the uncle driver asked a little worriedly: "Little brother, do you feel uncomfortable in your body? Are you pregnant or have a stomachache?" Problem?"

As soon as the driver uncle finished speaking, the car swayed as it passed a dent in the ground, and Jiang Zuo felt as if something was flowing out uncontrollably.

Jiang Zuo's face froze, he straightened his body, his voice trembling: "... Stomach problem... Brother driver... Can you drive faster?"

"Little brother, your condition doesn't look serious. I don't think it's very reliable to go to these small clinics..." The driver uncle glanced at him again, seeing that his face was really ugly, he persuaded him enthusiastically, "Two days ago I read in the newspaper that a young man was ill. I thought it wasn't a serious illness, so I went to a private clinic nearby to see it. As a result, he was misdiagnosed and made his condition worse..."

Jiang Zuo felt a little guilty after being told this.

"Little brother, listen to what I say, and go to the big hospital. My daughter also had a bad stomach two days ago, and she was cured in Shen's Hospital. It only takes a few minutes to go there by copying Huashan Road. It's not as good as me." Let me take you there, little brother?"

Jiang Zuo covered his stomach with his palm and rubbed it, gritted his teeth: "But I didn't take my medical records, and Shen's Hospital has to make an appointment to queue up, I don't know when it will be..."

The uncle driver waved his hand indifferently: "Hey, that's easy to say, I happen to know the attending doctor over there, and I'll just take you there to see him later."

Unexpectedly, he could meet such a kind-hearted uncle driver. Jiang Zuo was a little moved, and hurriedly responded. Along the way, Jiang Zuo did not shy away from telling the driver uncle about his sudden stomach discomfort after eating the wrong food this afternoon. Once.

Sure enough, there was no traffic jam on the way to Shen's Hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, the uncle driver didn't ask him to queue up to get an appointment number, but took him directly to the elevator to the seventh floor.

After the elevator door opened, there was an empty but extremely bright corridor. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the first floor, the seventh floor was extraordinarily quiet.

The uncle driver took Jiang Zuo to the No. 3 clinic, and knocked on the door with his fingers.

"Come in."

There was a clear and cold voice from inside the door, and the driver uncle turned the handle to open the door, leading Jiang Zuo inside.

The man sitting on the chair turned his head slightly when he heard the sound. He was wearing a white mask, revealing only a pair of slender eyes and long eyebrows slanting towards his temples. He was slender and There is a little delicate mole on the top of the eyelid, the lapel of the white coat is neat and clean, a thin light gold pocket watch chain hangs from the chest pocket, one end of the watch chain is casually hung on the third button of the coat, the inner lining of the white coat He was wearing a straight gray shirt and a navy blue tie.

It is rare to see moles growing above the corners of the eyes, but they look very good-looking, so Jiang Zuo couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

The uncle driver led Jiang Zuo into the door, saw the people in the room, but took a step back as if startled, and said tremblingly: "Shen...Shen...Shen..."

"Huh?" Seemingly a little impatient, the man raised his eyelids and interrupted him casually.

"Let's go...go...go...wrong..." The driver's thick lips trembled.

"You didn't go wrong." The man sitting there lowered his face, his eyes darkened, "What's the matter?"

The uncle driver turned his frozen head around with difficulty, and then he understood a little bit, and opened his mouth according to the words he had prepared in advance: "Yes... yes... it's like this... Yesterday my daughter had a bad stomach. You have been cured today. It happens that a friend has a stomach upset and wants to ask you to take a look..."

The voice of the uncle driver was a little stiff, but the speed of his speech was fast, as if he had been picked up by the teacher to memorize in public. Jiang Zuo glanced at the uncle driver strangely, and saw a few trembling hairs on his bald forehead. There were beads of sweat the size of beans, and the little finger of his left hand trembling slightly on the side of his leg.

The air-conditioning in the room was sufficient, and Jiang Zuo rubbed his stomach absently, not understanding why the driver uncle became so hot.

"Cold?" Seeing Jiang Zuo rubbing his stomach out of the corner of his eye, Dr. Shen frowned slightly, and glanced at Jiang Zuo.

The question was short and sudden, Jiang Zuo paused, and then realized that he was asking himself, he shook his head and replied: "...not cold."

Seemingly feeling vaguely familiar with the alienated voice, Jiang Zuo raised his eyelids and took a sneak peek at the pair of beautiful eyes and the small mole on the eyelids of this doctor surnamed Shen. After searching in memory, he confirmed that he had never seen this Dr. Shen before.

"Okay, he stays, you go out."

Hearing Dr. Shen's short sentence, the driver uncle's tense shoulders eased, and he bowed his waist and said, "That's really troublesome for you..."

Seeing the driver uncle bowing his head and looking attentive, Jiang Zuo would have suspected that the one lying in his father's grave was a fake, and that the driver uncle was his own father who had been homeless for many years.

Meeting such a kind-hearted person when he was away from home, Jiang Zuo couldn't help feeling a warm current in his heart, as if to respond to the warmth in his heart, the same familiar warm current in his trousers also rushed in, Jiang Zuo clamped his legs tightly, and leaned forward. Qing was a little unsteady, stretched his hand forward, and grabbed the driver's uncle's hand.

"..." Jiang Zuo only bit the bullet and said that he acted like this because he was so touched, he forced out some tears: "Uncle driver, today is really..."

Dr. Shen, who was sitting on the chair, stood up suddenly, the chair behind him slid out with a crash, and made a loud noise when it hit the cabinet behind him, the driver's hand trembled, and subconsciously, Jiang Zuo's hand slid Shake it off.

When the driver uncle flicked it, Jiang Zuo trembled in fright, only feeling that the warm current surged like unstoppable sea water.

Jiang Zuo feels like a leaking oil bottle now.

Seeing Jiang Zuo standing there in a daze, the driver uncle realized that his action just now was a little big, he laughed and said, "You are welcome, little brother, small matter, small matter...you can rest assured to see a doctor, I will go first."

The driver uncle walked out of the consulting room door, closed the door gently, and then leaned against the wall next to him and let out a long breath, shivering belatedly.

The person in the consulting room is clearly the second young master of the Shen family!The mole on the eyelid, even if he was killed, he would not be able to admit his mistake!

He has been the driver of the young master of the Shen family for more than ten years, who knows that today the young master Shen Zao smiled and threw him a photo, and ordered him to get a taxi to the gate of a certain community to block the person in the photo, No matter what, he had to take it to the consulting room at No. 3 on the seventh floor of Shen's Hospital. He did as he was told, thinking that the young master must be stubborn by nature and wanted to find someone to rectify it. He never thought that he would see the second son of the Shen family when he opened the door. Forget this scary character!

He was really cheated to death by the young master! !

The uncle driver squeezed his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, recalling the description Jiang Zuo gave himself in the car just now, isn't that symptom the result of eating the legendary gay happy fish...?How special is this condition? Why did you ask the Second Young Master of the Shen family to give him a special examination after recovering from the illness not long ago?

The very confused driver uncle was a little dumb, but if Shen Ershao fell in love with this person... Following Shen Ershao's actions, the method of tying people up and bringing them directly to his eyes is considered gentle. Going so hard to get people over?

Could it be the enemy?What kind of new revenge method is this? ?

Unable to figure it out, the uncle driver sighed, and walked away step by step while leaning on the wall with his weak legs.

As soon as the driver uncle left, the consultation room fell silent instantly.

"Why don't you come over?"

Jiang Zuo stood there in a daze, how should he answer this question?Could it be that I was taken aback by the driver uncle just now and couldn't hold back my pants? ?

Jiang Zuo's eyes were full of tears: Hello everyone, I am the head of the tearful panda, I don't swear today, I just sigh.

Realizing that the trousers inside were a little wet and sticky, Jiang Zuo could only work hard to build himself up mentally. He lowered his eyelids, thinking that it was a good thing that he was wearing dark trousers today, and he should have been dizzy outside. I can't tell that if you want to be ashamed, you can only throw it here. After vaccinating himself, Jiang Zuo, who was ready to fight, mustered up the courage and just took two big steps forward when his nose bumped into a wide on the chest.

Jiang Zuo held his red and sore nose and took a small step back, "Hey...", when he stepped back, there was only a "poof", and he trembled and let out a small fart.

Even though Jiang Zuo, who had done a lot of psychological work, still blushed, he raised his eyes, and saw Dr. Shen standing in front of him with an indifferent expression, looking down at him. Can't see clearly the emotions underneath, only a slight mole on the end of the eyelid, which makes the eyelid as attractive as a peach blossom.

Jiang Zuo defended in a low voice: "...Listen to this fart, it's small and cute."

Dr. Shen lowered his head and looked at the young man in front of him with heavy eyes. He saw that not only the tip of Jiang Zuo's delicate nose was flushed red, but also his cheeks and fair neck were flushed with hot blush, and his slightly parted lips were stained with red. Moisturized like water.

His eyes flashed, and the mask covering his face seemed to be hot. He looked away, stared at the doorknob not far away, and said in a low voice, "Take off your pants, and lie down on the table inside."

Thinking of the unsightly panties full of oil, and the leather duck that leaks oil, Jiang Zuo choked up: ...It's so hard to be a person, this time I really don't want to live...

The author has something to say: I'm sorry that it's been a long time since the exam week has been updated... QAQ

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