The stuffy oil bottle grabbed Wu Xie's phone on the bedside table, Wu Xie's phone was very ordinary, just like the one he used before, the old-fashioned Nokia, the faint blue screen light exuded a melancholy color on this night.

Wu Xie's phone did not have a lock screen, and there were only two people's numbers stored in the phone book, and the stuffy oil bottle did not hesitate, and immediately dialed out, and a beep rang, and the other party quickly answered.

"Xiao Tianzhen, you don't look at my little brother in the middle of the night, why did you remember to call me? Don't tell me that my brother is missing again, he is a professional missing household, don't worry, he will come out hungry in a few days. The fat man's voice came from the other side of the earpiece.

“…。”

"Naive, why don't you speak? What happened? The fat man didn't hear Wu Xie's voice, and hurriedly asked.

"Fatty." The stuffy oil bottle screamed.

The fat man was startled, and on the other side of the earpiece, he immediately jumped out of the bed, sat down, and hurriedly said, "Little brother, why are you?" What about naivety? ”

"Wu Xie is sick, what should I do?" Stuffy Oil Bottle asked.

"Sick? He has been chasing you for ten years, and I haven't seen him lie on the couch for a day when I run in the sky and on the ground, why did you come back and he fell ill, what do you tell me about it? The fat man asked hurriedly.

The stuffy oil bottle thought for a while, took Wu Xie into his arms completely, put one hand around him, held the phone in the other, and said, "The body is very hot." ”

"Hurry to the hospital!" The fat man shouted.

The stuffy oil bottle was stunned for a moment, he pressed the phone speakerphone, dragged it aside, and hurriedly picked up his clothes and was about to put them on Wu Xie's body.

The fat man listened to the sound of rustling on the other end of the phone, and knew that the little brother had begun to act, and he hurriedly shouted at the phone: "Little brother, remember to wear your wallet and mobile phone when you go out, and wrap your innocence tightly, the fever will be serious when the cold wind blows!" ”

The fat man didn't get a reply from the little brother, and he didn't know if he heard it, he didn't worry about this guy who couldn't take care of himself at the ninth level of life, and he was naïve and sick, the fat man jumped out of bed, put on his coat, grabbed his wallet and mobile phone in one hand and ran out of the door, shouting at the lobby: "Book a plane ticket to Hangzhou for Lao Tzu!" ”

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Qiling did hear the fat man's words, but he was in no mood to reply to him, and he didn't have time to dress Wu Xie slowly, so he directly rolled Wu Xie into a quilt roll with a wave of his hand, and ran out of the door with his mobile phone.

He remembered that Wu Xie said that there was a third-class hospital nearby, and the stuffy oil bottle was standing in the middle of the road, and he saw a red cross sign from a distance, and he ran away in the right direction.

The stuffy oil bottle was moving at a speed of 100 meters per second, he rushed into the hospital like an Olympic athlete across the guardrail, and the emergency nurse on duty at night only felt a gust of wind blowing, and a man holding a quilt appeared in the corridor, his face was very gloomy, and he was holding a mobile phone in his hand.

On the way, the stuffy oil bottle was calling the fat man, and the fat man's mobile phone was turned off, but at this time he hesitated to stand at the registration payment office and dialed another number in the phone book.

Tuh, just thought about it, the other party's phone was quickly connected, and a ruffian voice came from inside: "Oh, little third master, don't come unharmed." ”

"Blind, it's me." The stuffy oil bottle said directly, if he waited for the black glasses to finish speaking, it was estimated that a battery would not be enough for him to talk nonsense.

The black glasses were stunned for a moment, and shouted uncertainly: "Dumb? ”

"Hmm." The stuffy oil bottle replied and said directly: "I'm in the hospital, Wu Xie is sick, send me some money!" After saying that, the stuffy oil bottle hung up the phone directly, looking like no one was approaching, on the seat in the hospital corridor, holding Wu Xie in the roll, looking at the ceiling in a daze.