"Hurt~~~"

The fat pig gradually regained some consciousness from the coma.

I have the impression that I have bad luck.

Get tips from the postal brochure.

The hunt died, and the hunting dog group he joined was forcibly disbanded.

This news made the fat pig couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

This guy is actually dead??

This news undoubtedly surprised the fat pig.

At the same time, I can't help but wonder how this guy died.

Even if the strength is divided into three, but the hunt is the hunt after all, this guy is said to be born in reality, he was born in the Lian family, and after becoming a postman, he went all the way up, and his luck exploded.

Soon, he made some name for himself in the horror space.

It was also for this reason that he joined the hunting dog group, wanting to find an opportunity to steal his luck.

But because this guy is difficult to get close to, he is even more of an ascetic maniac in reality, and returning to reality is to close himself and go to fanatical penance.

I didn't have a chance to get close to him at all.

It is precisely because of this that the fat pig knows how fierce the strength of the hunt is.

But this guy is actually dead? It really surprised the Aojiao, and in a trance, he didn't pay attention to his route and walked to the refugee camp unconsciously.

As a result, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the huge deep hole in the refugee camp, and he almost swept himself into the cave.

The fat pig noticed that something was wrong for a while, and his heart was half cold at that time.

He also fought with all his strength before he struggled to escape.

Almost died in that hellish place.

As a result, before he could catch his breath, his feet slipped and he fell directly from the rubble, hitting his head on the ground first.

It is also thanks to his head that he retains the ability of his King Kong corpse, otherwise he would have blossomed long ago if he fell from such a height.

Even so, he was choked by the fall, and he fainted directly.

Dizzy, I seemed to hear someone yelling excitedly, as if to say something...... Found an antibody or something.

The rest of the things, the fat pig has no impression.

I only remember that during my coma, these people always seemed to love to prick themselves with needles.

It's a pity that his body is not bad, and he was separated by the other two prostheses, otherwise he wouldn't be embarrassed to this extent.

At this point, consciousness returned, and the fat pig shook his head.

I found myself lying on a metal chair.

And around, instead of the ruins in my impression, a white glass house.

Through the glass, the fat pig could see that all kinds of people wearing isolation suits were surrounding the glass room, staring him up and down from time to time.

Occasionally, I use a pen and write something in my notebook.

"People? Living? ”

Although it is strange, when the fat pig sees these living people, he feels very kind.

Even if I don't know where I am now.

At least you can sleep soundly, take a hot bath, and no longer need to worry about whether there are living corpses while you are asleep.

I was attracted by my own deafening snoring.

"Tick!"

At this time, the glass door was opened, and two soldiers entered with guns and guarded the door.

Then the doctor and nurse followed.

The fat pig is very calm, not just calm, but also relaxed.

Doctors, nurses, and their own bad luck seems to have finally been consumed, and seeing these angels in white (white isolation suits) fat pigs is extremely down-to-earth.

"Hello, there are two pieces of news to tell you, the first is the bad news, your injuries are very serious this time, when we found you, your lower body was gone, but the good news is that among the soldiers in the army, there is a person who has studied medicine, and he helped you heal."

The doctor held the notebook, and after speaking, he did not forget to look at the fat pig itself.

After a closer examination, he praised: "Amazing surgery, the operation was very successful and exquisite, and I believe that there will be no obvious scars in the future." ”

"What? Cured! ”

The fat pig didn't understand what it meant at first, but when he saw the doctor look at his lower body with appreciative eyes, the fat pig came to his senses.

His eyes couldn't help but light up, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he hurriedly propped himself up, sat up and looked down.

"............" fat pigs.

Indeed, as the doctor said, it was delicate, it was perfect, and it was still pink......

But let the fat pig be like five thunderbolts, stupid there.

"That's what it is...... Cured? With a suspicious look, the fat pig confirmed to the doctor again.

The doctor said in a very firm tone: "Yes, the other party's method is very professional, and it can't help but solve the problem of your future urination and urine, and your sex life can also be solved, this is a successful classic case, which has been recorded by me as our precious wealth." ”

The fat pig, who could have been calm, almost ran away after hearing the doctor's words: "Fuck your precious wealth, Lao Tzu TM is a man, this time Lao Tzu has been cured of women, you quacks!" The Putian system is not as black as you! ”

It's a pity that these doctors are not here to comfort the fat pigs or re-examine them.

Ignoring the fat pig's words at all, the nurse on the side had already taken advantage of the fat pig's stunned mind to quickly complete the blood draw.

These doctors and nurses did not listen to the roar of the fat pig at all, and after silently taking two photos, they quickly walked out with people.

The fat pig wanted to rush out.

As a result, he found that he couldn't move at all now, and when he moved slightly, there was a hot pain underneath, and he grinned in pain, and both legs were trembling.

Although the postman's physique, the recovery is extremely fast.

But this kind of major surgery that hurts the muscles and bones is not so easy to recover.

With so many people staring, the fat pig couldn't even drink some recovery potion, so he could only grit his teeth and resist.

As soon as the doctor left, the glass door was opened.

Seeing the fat pig still trying to struggle, I saw a kind smile on the face of the comer, and admonished the fat pig in a gentle tone.

"Don't move, your wound has just been stitched up, move again, the wound will split, be careful of your incontinence."

When the fat pig heard the voice, he couldn't help but be stunned, raised his head and looked up and down at the person in front of him.

Although his face has changed, his voice has not changed, and the fat pig can hear it, this is Zhao Ke's voice.

"You!"

"Of course it's me, or not."

Zhao Ke's identity at this time has been transformed from a front-line soldier to a surgeon.

Because after the two doctors entered the base, they put forward their opinions and transferred Zhao Ke from the front line to the rear line to be the chief surgeon.

There is no way, the sudden war in Australia this time, the casualties are too serious.

In addition, one of the largest hospitals in Australia was occupied by the Riot Corps.

There is now a serious shortage of doctors.

An excellent surgeon is even rarer.

So Zhao Ke was justified and arranged in this hospital.

I saw Zhao Ke step forward, carefully look at the wound of the fat pig, and smiled a little proudly: "How is it, are you satisfied with the B I pretended for you." ”

This sounds twisted no matter how it sounds.

The fat pig almost didn't jump up and fought hard with Zhao Ke.

But at this time, Zhao Ke pressed the fat pig's shoulder with one hand: "Don't worry, look at the tips in your postal album." ”

"Quest Tips."

The fat pig was stunned for a moment, and called out the stamp album to take a look.

Sure enough, a quest prompt appeared.

[Hint: Find 1/3 of the Super Potion being crafted.] 】

Fat pigs are 1/3 parts.

and Zhao Ke's, it is 2/3.

After Zhao Ke entered the hospital, he received a prompt from the task, explaining that the information about the super potion was inevitably related to the discounted hospital.

"Super Elixir!"

When the fat pig saw the task prompt, he remembered that there was indeed such a side quest.

It seems to be looking for a super potion.

But the fat pig hadn't paid attention to it before, and the devil knew where to find it.

But I didn't want to, but I found a clue here.

However, the fat pig suddenly understood what Zhao Ke meant, and smiled coldly: "You don't think that I will help you complete this side quest." ”

The fat pig hated Zhao Ke to the core.

If I can go back alive this time, if I meet someone who is talking in the future, the ginseng postman's luck is really good, and so on.

I must have used my fist to tell him what a calamity is.

The luck of this goods, not to mention good luck, is not unacceptable to the unlucky fat pigs.

But this guy is a complete disaster.

With such bad luck, if you were yourself, you would have died a long time ago.

Hell knows what this guy is like and how he has survived until now.

The fat pig didn't care about this, he just wanted to think of a way to kill Zhao Ke, the bastard.

However, in the face of the fat pig, he looked unhappy, and Lao Tzu did not cooperate.

Zhao Ke seemed to have been prepared for a long time.

Glancing back at the guards around him, he quickly pulled out a remote control from the mail book.

"I know, you're not happy, so when I operated on you, I sewed a bomb into your wound, how about it, do you want to try it, wait for the shock!"