Chapter 72: Tangled
"Well, call us if there's something."
"I'm sorry, my brother doesn't have a good temper."
"It's okay, we can bear it!" "It should."
Western and Baker said at the same time, a kind of helplessness, a kind of... It can only be said that it is flattering.
Xiao Xue's expression was a little crying and laughing, so she could only nod slightly.
Western and Baker walked out of 718 with an unhappy face, and Xiao Xue closed the door slightly apologetically, although she was not in the room, she could hear the conversation clearly.
She also collected the checks for the two by herself, one for 15,000 yuan and the other for 20,000 yuan. As a result, I asked a few questions, and I almost didn't get angry with Seun for cerebral infarction and heart disease.
sighed and walked back to the room: "Brother, aren't the two of them your collaborators?" β
Sean looked at her strangely, "Aren't you still objecting to me doing research for them?" β
"But didn't you say yes? I'm against it, but if you don't agree, forget it, you don't need to be like that! These two people seem to be pretty good, you see they're so angry, they're quite polite. β
"That's because they're afraid of me." Xiao En said lightly, looking at Xiao Xue with a slightly stern gaze, "Only if your strength is strong enough, others will not dare to do whatever they want, you must remember this!" β
Xiao Xue was stunned for a moment and pouted: "Okay, I know." What do they want to do, they don't really want to slice you, do they? β
"Do you think they don't want to? It's just a matter of the experimental route for them, cut or not, see what is needed. But what they want to do with me, they have to ask me if I agree! Sean turned his gaze to the wall, Nunu's mouth, "People's hearts are unpredictable, desires are difficult to fill, do we see less such things as inches?" β
Xiao Xue followed Xiao En's gaze, it was the wardrobe, and asked in a daze, "Brother, can you see through?" β
Sean shook his head: "Not yet. But I can hear it, the whole building, basically can't hide from my ears. β
Xiao Xue's eyes were full of little stars, and she ran over to the bed and sat down: "That's amazing!" β
"It's going to be even more powerful in the future!" Sean smiled and patted her, "Go do your homework!" I'm going to look at some information. β
"You've been looking at the map! What's the use? β
"It works." Sean replied lightly.
Xiao Xue puffed out her mouth: "Do you want to eat something?" Really don't? Well, is it always not? It's so boring! β
"What's fun to eat and drink Lazar?" Sean asked rhetorically without raising his head.
Xiao Xue snorted lightly and shook her hand back to the hall.
on the aisle.
Baker shyly raised his hand to look at his watch, it was only half past four.
The half-dead patient last night, the poor ghost who was so poor that he didn't have full medical insurance, and his sister cried into tears, only half a day later, he could now arrogantly drive the two doctors out.
This... It's unpredictable!
Thinking of his check for 20,000 yuan, his heart twitched again.
Western hugged his shoulders, walked a few steps, and said hatefully: "It's unreasonable, he is so arrogant after collecting money and not doing things, we can't afford to pay, is he very rich?" No, you're still a poor ghost! β
Baker's hand waved in the air, gesturing a word on his lips.
"What? Are you sick? Western looked at him inexplicably.
"Shh
Baker then picked up Western and walked forward until he reached the elevator, then gestured, pointing to Ward 718 and pointing to his ears, his mouth wide open with an exaggerated expression.
"Ward, he, ears, big mouth?" Western wasn't stupid either, and when he saw what Baker was going to say but couldn't say it, just guess.
Baker nodded three times, then shook his head again, and then gestured again, the ward, the ears, the hands in the ears opened like trumpet flowers, blooming.
"You can die if you say a word?" Western got impatient.
Baker immediately pursed his lips and motioned to the ward, his ears.
Well, Western understood: "Can he hear me?" β
Baker nodded repeatedly.
"Go and learn professional sign language, it's not standard, I almost thought you had forced otitis media." Western snorted, saw the elevator coming, and let the people who came out walk straight in.
Baker followed.
The elevator doors closed and began to descend.
"You can say it! He can still hear it, I don't believe it. β
Baker looked at the elevator and saw that there was no one else, exhaled, and whispered, "He has really strong hearing, and he can hear Dr. Charles walking in the aisle outside in the scanning room." β
"What?"
"Yes, so we'd better not say too much in the aisle, especially bad words, I can see it, this guy has a bad temper and a small heart!" Baker said with some trepidation.
Western's focus was not on this: "You said Charles went to him?" β
"Well, but I'll get it back."
"I knew this guy was hiding!" Western said hatefully.
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, the door opened, someone came in, and the two were silent.
On the first floor, Western followed Baker to the scanning room, which was actually very soundproofed, after all, it had to block out the radiation, and there was no cell phone signal.
"Tell me what's going on." Western put his things on the table, crossed his shoulders, and looked at the empty machines in the scanning room.
Baker also hugged his shoulders and looked at him: "I gave 20,000, a third more than you." β
Western smiled disdainfully, "Is that the point?" Does he give you half the more power to ask questions? Apparently you were fooled too. β
"I didn't think about taking blood and flesh from him for research, you are the most disappointed!" Baker said leisurely, "I just want to watch a superhero grow up right in front of my eyes!" β
He looked at the blood drawing equipment on the table, everyone in the hospital had seen too much of this thing, and he picked it up casually, and his eyelids immediately twitched: a 500-milliliter bag? Is Western crazy?
"I want to hug my thighs!" Western stabbed him, sat down on the table, and stared at him, "He's yellow, Asian, Chinese,...... Beck, I know you're a superhero fan, but are you sure you like to see superheroes like this? β
Belch... Baker chuckled inwardly, and was momentarily speechless.
"Especiallyβ" Western leaned in and whispered, his expression serious, "your comic book superhero is still on paper, but in the movies, he's already alive!" Think about it, what can he do? What will he do? Has this country ever been friendly to the Chinese? Do you look like a pacifist when you look at him? β
Hiss~ Baker gasped, and the meaning of Western's words was undoubtedly revealed.
Science has no borders, scientists have borders, and national boundaries are in the heart, which is not the same as nationality.
Compared to superheroes, scientists are actually nothing.
Superheroes have abilities far beyond mortals, so powerful that they can't be described with humanoid weapons, and they themselves contain infinite secrets and are an incomparably huge treasure.
In this world, there has never been a real, living superhero.
What does it mean to be a superhero with extraordinary abilities and not be able to fight?
At least it's scarier than a nuclear bomb!
If there really is one, such a person, what does he think in his heart? This is very important, it is a matter of position!
What is his attitude and opinion in everything he faces in the future, will he be a collaborator or a disruptor?
Shaun is a naturalized citizen.
But!
This country has never been friendly to the Chinese, and even now, it is still trying its best to conspire and stir up chaos to suppress the opponent who wants to rise peacefully.
Is this country, the people of this country, friendly to Shaun?
Have you ever been friendly?
A food delivery man, with only one relative, ran around the streets in the wind, rain, thunder, and thunder, earning a meager hourly wage, taking a small tip, and getting into trouble with gangsters, being beaten half to death by lightning, and not having full medical insurance, and being used as a drug test tool.
Do you believe such a person if you make him love this country, the people here?
If this Shaun, this Shaun, who is not a superhero but is also a superpower, loves not this country, but that country..... Trouble!
Although Baker is a house, he is not to the extent of incomprehensible about the world.
He folded his shoulders and looked at Western speechlessly.
This question is a bit heavy!