I lay in the hospital bed, thinking about it all afternoon, and when I looked up, the sky had begun to gradually become covered in night, a few stars were shining in the sky, the street lamps by the street outside the window were also lit up, and the lights of the residential buildings outside were also shining with warm light.

Looking at the scenery of these thousands of lights, I can't help but feel a little sour in my heart.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, I heard a "gurgling" sound in my stomach.

I was so hungry, I was so bitter with a bitter face, picked up the apple that the boss had washed for me in the afternoon, and gnawed on it tastelessly. Just then, the door to the ward opened.

I thought it was the nurse who changed my dressing, but I ignored it and continued to nibble on the apple in my hand, thinking about everything that had happened before.

"Come back to life, let's eat. A cold voice sounded out of the scenery.

I hurriedly looked up and saw Bing Cu Ling walking in through the door with a lunch box. Looking at his appearance of not getting oil and salt, an evil fire arose in my heart for no reason, and I said hatefully: "Beggars don't eat the food that comes to me!" At this time, my unassuming stomach began to protest to me, "Gollum-"

My old face was red, I clutched my stomach in embarrassment, and scolded in my heart: I don't call in the morning, I don't call in the evening, but at this time, why is it so difficult for Lao Tzu to pretend to be a force?

Bing Cuo Ling looked at me and didn't say anything to me, but put the lunch box in my hand by himself, then turned on the wall lamp, sat on the chair and read a book.

At this time, I don't care about losing face, so I will fill my stomach first. I opened the lunch box and muttered while holding the chopsticks in my left hand: "You shouldn't poison me, do you?"

"If you want to die like that, I'm going to throw you down now. Bing Cube Ling heard my muttering and said coldly.

I quickly shut up, I had a hunch that if this guy said it, he would definitely do it. While greeting the eighteenth generation of my ancestors in my heart, I devoured the food.

After eating, I put the lunch box on the cabinet and patted my stomach with satisfaction. Bing Cu Ling glanced at the lunch box as clean as a dog had licked, and said, "Let's be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." ”

Hearing him say this, I realized that there were many problems that had not been solved, and hurriedly said, "I have a problem......

Bing Cu Ling immediately interrupted me: "This is not a place to preach and teach and solve doubts. ”

With that, he closed the book, took the empty lunch box, got up and walked to the door. Before opening the door, his cold voice sounded again: "After being discharged from the hospital, see you at 11 o'clock that night, downstairs." After that, I opened the door to leave, and my mind was confused: What is the bottom floor?

Hurriedly yelled: "Hey, you didn't say which floor is at the bottom?"

He turned his head and said expressionlessly, "The bottom of the building where you shouldn't go." "Then he left me alone, opened the door and left.

I suddenly remembered that the dark eyes of the cloudy eyes! I felt chills at the thought of it, it was not only the beginning of all nightmares, but also the place where Lao Tzu was violently beaten.

Wait! How did he know about the existence of Juyin Eye? Could it be that he did all this?! That Lao Tzu was locked on the roof, and he was beaten into a dog, all TM did it?! As soon as I thought of this, I wanted to tear the ice cube Ling Sheng alive, but when I thought of him throwing me around like a chicken cub in Juyin's eyes, I discouraged this idea in shame, and thought hatefully: TMD, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, and after Lao Tzu NB, throw your kid as a ball!

So, if all this is really Bing Cube Ling's doing, what is his purpose? No one would dig a tunnel under the girls' dormitory for no reason, and also use the feng shui terrain to gather yin qi? When I think of this, I can't help but have a big head, but after thinking about it, I will confront him tomorrow, and I know a little bit of his secret, and if he doesn't tell me, I will threaten him to tell me, sleep!

I immediately closed my eyes, covered myself with the quilt, and slept with my head covered.

However, what I don't know is that the "secret" I know about Bing Cube Ling is just a drop in the bucket about him.

I woke up to find that it was already bright and the sun was almost up to my buttocks. I rubbed my sun-stinging eyes as I struggled to sit up—amazing! When I woke up, many parts of my body didn't hurt, but my right arm, which had been wounded by the gun, still ached.

As soon as I saw the bandage on my right arm wrapped around a donkey's leg, I couldn't help but scold Xiao Li's mother-in-law in my heart, while scolding, I moved my old arms and legs over and over again, and my body made a "rattle" sound, so refreshing!

After the event, I was ready to move after four days in bed. The famous sketch artist said: It's okay, it's okay to take two steps.

I pulled back the covers, got out of bed, and began to wander around the room.

Just as I was having fun, the nurse who was changing my dressing pushed the door and walked in. When she saw me walking around on the ground, she was startled and shouted angrily: "What's the matter with you! I'm seriously injured and always dishonest, hurry back and lie down!"

I moved my thighs and said to her, "I'm fine, except for my arm, it doesn't hurt anymore." ”

The nurse looked at me in shock, as if she had heard something incredible: "Wait a minute, I'll call the doctor to show you, sit there and don't move!" After saying that, she ran out in a panic.

After a while, the nurse returned to the ward with my attending doctor. The attending doctor was an old man over half a hundred years old, with a very strong body, only slightly gray hair, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and walked up to me in a few steps. He motioned for me to lie down, poked me over and over again, and asked me if it hurt.

He poked like this for a while, and I said that there was no pain except for my arm, and the attending doctor carefully examined it again, and found that there was really no problem, so he muttered: "It's really strange, these bruises and bruises will take another five or six days to heal, are young people so good now?"

I looked at his incredible expression, and remembered that I had recovered after being violently beaten by someone, and I wondered in my heart: Could it be that I was hit by Bing Cube Ling with some special function?

I thought smugly as I spoke, "That...... Doctor, if it's okay, I want to be discharged from the hospital today, and I'll just go back to raise my arm, after all, I've been delaying the class for so long, and it's very troublesome if I don't go back. "I tried my best to show myself as a school bully, but I couldn't pretend to be like it, maybe I wasn't born with any school bully genes.

The attending doctor frowned, and couldn't think of a reason, so he had to say, "You come over first, I'll take an X-ray for you, if it's really okay, just leave the hospital and go back, just remember to come and change the dressing." ”

After that, he motioned for the nurse to take me to take the film. After the filming, I followed the nurse to the old man's office and showed him the film.

The attending doctor couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the film: "It's really strange, this physique, it's really fast!" I hurriedly said, "Then I can be discharged from the hospital, right?" The attending doctor pushed his reading glasses, looked at me and said, "Okay, I can be discharged, I will issue a certificate for you now, and you can go to the inpatient department to go through the discharge procedures." ”

With that, he took out his pen and wrote "Wild Grass" on the certificate. I thanked him and fled the old man's office as if I flown out, muttering to myself: If I don't leave, maybe this old man will stay with me as a guinea pig.

I turned left and right to find the inpatient department, and after completing the discharge procedures, I walked out of the hospital gate.

Walking to the side of the road, I was just about to take the bus back to school, when I dug into my pocket and found that I didn't have a penny, and I couldn't help but sigh. Originally, I wasn't going to bother my group of roommates anymore, but now it seems unrealistic. I quickly dialed the dormitory boss, and it was noon time for school to end. The boss answered the phone and asked me a few words, and then said that he would be there immediately and asked me to wait.

I crouched on the side of the road, holding up my bandaged arm, and passers-by looked at me with sympathy. I couldn't stand being stared at so sympathetically, so I hid behind a big tree, which happened to be in the shade.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, I saw the boss get out of a taxi across the road. I hurriedly called out to her and waved at her, and when she saw me, she also hurriedly waved at me and motioned for me to pass.

I waited for a while, caught a red light, and hurried down the aisle to the side of the taxi.

"Come on, let's go back in this car, be careful with your arms. The boss said with concern as he motioned for me to get in the car first.

I got into the back seat of the car, and the boss quickly got in, closed the door, and the car started and sped away in the direction of the school.

The taxi driver in Harbin is very enthusiastic, and this one is also a warm host. Looking at my bandaged hands, the driver said, "Oh, girl, what's wrong with your arm?"

I smiled wryly, "I fell while volunteering." ”

"Ouch, it's so careless, you say, let your parents know how distressed it is! You have to be careful in the future, although you say it's a good deed, you can't be so desperate......"

I went all the way back to school, and when I got off the bus, my mouth was a little dry. The boss sent me back to the dorm and went to class.

Back in the familiar dormitory, my nervous nerves relaxed and I sat down on a stool.

The instructor has given me a month off, so that I have nothing to do now, and I fell on my right hand, and I can't practice calligraphy if I want to, so I walked to the bedroom window boredly, looked at the people coming and going downstairs, and secretly thought: Now, just wait for 11 o'clock in the evening to see Bing Cube Ling.