Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Old Dean
The Heyan County Hospital is located about two kilometers away from the Heyan County Bridge, which is far away and not in the city.
The hospital has been built for more than five years, and it is a new type of hospital with a good environment and a wide area, but the initial reputation is not very good, either the patient's family hacked the doctor to death, or the doctor charged indiscriminately to make a report, and there were even doctors who wholesaled drugs at low prices.
Later, people with flexible minds saw the business opportunity and spent a lot of money to buy a piece of land next to the hospital to build a crematorium, making a fortune and promoting the vigorous development of an entire industry in the surrounding area.
Of course, there are not no good doctors, such as Wu Liang, the former chief physician of the county hospital, who is a clear representative.
He is young and promising, well-born, and has a good reputation and image, and is a model example of young officers promoted by the county hospital after a round of drastic changes, and is also a representative of the backbone of the business of the county hospital after the painful innovation.
It's just that the end times are coming not long after the revolution.
"We must have the courage to self-revolution, strengthen self-requirements, achieve self-improvement, form self-change, and finally achieve self-improvement!" Wu Liang stood at the door of the county hospital, and the loud roar of the new dean kept coming to his mind.
It was an old man who could do things, wanted to do things, and was doing things, always saying the words "everything starts with the patient", and even personally sent a group of demons dressed in white angels to the court and sent to prison.
After that, there were fewer medical troubles and more hospitalizations......
"Minister Wu Liang, it's okay to be handsome, but it's not okay when you're dying." Ran Xiong patted Wu Liang on the shoulder, this man is not small, why is he still so sad and sad, and he can't extricate himself.
"Hey, yes, yes, it's been almost two years, and some memories come back to my hometown." Wu Liang touched his big back, and accidentally took a serious look at his appearance.
Speaking of which, if the doctor doesn't have a good image, the patient's family will be angry when they see you, right? This is clear to everyone.
After all, who would be furious with a beautiful nurse who is delicate and has a voice like a spring sprout? Male doctors, that's even more so.
The team of 300 people slowly advanced, all of them were armed with guns and live ammunition death squads, ready for battle, and the guns were loaded early, but when it was not necessary, everyone was still used to solving the problem with the big knives and spears in their hands.
"Dean!" Wu Liang was stunned, there was still an old man standing at the door of the county hospital, staggering, staring at the administrative gate of the county hospital for a while.
There was nothing special about the old man, except that the glasses hanging from the tip of his nose were broken, and the teeth on his face and neck were either tooth marks or deep grooves.
It seems that he must have been subjected to inhuman torture before he died.
"Wu Liang, he's a good doctor. Set him free, and give him mercy! Ran Xiong motioned to the monk next to him to hand Wu Liang a knife.
Wu Liang's tears can't stop falling at the moment, in the last days, it seems that everyone's tear ducts are relatively developed, and a little thing can evoke infinite memories in his heart, those people and those things are like a century-old tree deeply rooted.
Taking the long knife in the monk's hand, Wu Liang nodded to Ran Xiong, he should come to this matter, and he was the only one present, because in this way he would live up to the old dean's kindness, and in this way, he would not be in vain with the old dean's appreciation for him.
"Falling down in the mud, you can only look dignified and elegant when you die calmly." Wu Liang walked towards the old dean step by step, trembling, reading the old dean's favorite sentence in his mouth.
The old dean also seemed to sense something, and turned around, with disgusting saliva flowing from his mouth, and grinned at Wu Liang.
"Bang!" The old dean's head was split by Wu Liang's knife, and there was a crisp sound of crackling melons, breaking the peace of every second.
The dean mourned and died.
Wu Liang knelt down, his spirit was difficult to calm down, did the dean smile at him in the end? Or do you just want to eat him?
At this moment, Wu Liang is more willing to believe in the first situation, so that the dean can be noble and elegant.
"My day! Patriarch, come and see. A little soldier of the death squad on the side shouted loudly, sounding like he had seen a ghost.
Only then did everyone turn their heads and look in the direction of the little warrior's shock, so everyone gasped in unison.
There, there were dense piles of zombies, including doctors, nurses, patients, and ordinary people, crowding the entire hall of the administrative building.
The hall, on the other hand, was only locked with a card lock.
Everyone looked at the old dean, if it was really him, then how great should he be?
What kind of dedication should a person have to achieve such a great feat? The scars on his body, don't they just say?
Sure enough, the monk touched the key on the old dean.
He is different from it, and he is even more different from them, the old dean is a hero.
Even if they become zombies, they are still sticking to their positions, and they have done their duty to protect the masses, which is indeed noble and elegant.
"Whew! Roar! The zombies also discovered the comer, and their dark green eyes gradually began to focus, no longer confused as usual, and they used all their strength to roar, roar, and go crazy.
"Bang! Bang dang! "The zombie group that woke up is a terrifying new race, there is no reason at all, just blind, just frantically pushing that tempered glass door.
But they are more united than ever before, far more than any living thing in history, far more than anything you ever know!
"Patriarch, what should I do?" The monk's face was full of fierceness, and the grenade on his waist obviously couldn't hang up.
"Don't worry, you have to use your brains first to do things, you can't rely on recklessness!" Ran Xiong motioned for everyone to gradually withdraw from the zombies' sight and returned to the gate of the county hospital.
"Wu Liang, the medicine is only stored in this building?" Ran Xiong asked.
Coming back from his lost state, Wu Liang said; "Yes, after the old dean came, he put forward the concept of separating doctors from drugs, only allowing drugs to be distributed and collected in a unified manner, and other departments or individual doctors are prohibited from touching drugs."
"Then it's troublesome." To be honest, Ran Xiong is reluctant to fight zombies head-on, because there is no need, he can hide, and it is not that killing zombies belongs to the way of heaven, which can add justice and win awards in the news.
"In this way, just block the gate of the hospital, leave a gap between two or three zombies, and quickly form a hundred groups with three rows of combat methods! The number of groups at the entrance is tentatively set at three! Ran Xiong quickly gave the order, this matter must not be delayed until dark.
The action of the crowd was very fast, relying on the two large iron gates of the hospital, and fixing them with large stones on both sides of the large iron gates, revealing the gap where only three or four zombies were left to pass, and a simple fortification was made.
In the words of the second master, it is the tactic of "big flood, small water flow", turning wild into gentleness and fierce beasts into cubs.