Quiet patient rooms, white ceilings, and an unpleasant smell of disinfectant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A ray of sunlight shines through the iron window and brings some life to the room.

The three-person room was the only one lying in the middle bed at the moment. This is a young man of ordinary appearance and medium build. Just like a college student, ordinary and unfounded, you can't find it if you throw it in the crowd.

The sun shone on Zhao Qi's face, Zhao Qi suddenly opened his eyes, he looked at the white ceiling, and immediately turned his head left and right.

The room was empty and deserted. Zhao Qi closed his eyes again, and his heart was pounding.

[I'm in the ward, was it a dream before?] 】

[Blood Book Space, Reader, Mentor, Dead Man's Ditch, Flexible Bonfire, Soul Heart Fire, One Spirit Devouring Thief, Two Spirit Corpse Dogs......] The words beat in Zhao Qi's mind one by one, and he suddenly sat up from the hospital bed and raised his left wrist.

Immediately, Zhao Qi's eyes were slightly condensed, and there were two items on his left wrist. One is the needle of an infusion needle, and the other is a silver watch with a delicate shape.

Patients who have been infused know that they are not allowed to wear any ornaments on their wrists during infusion. And on Zhao Qi's left wrist, the needle and the watch are mixed and matched at one time, which is very weird.

[That's not a dream, in this way, the blood book space really exists, and the generalized world is also ...... It's really there. Zhao Qi smiled silently, and the silver watch on his left wrist reminded Zhao Qi that everything he experienced was not a dream.

"Saline? Why don't you inject me with some glucose? Zhao Qi complained, he used his right hand to remove the needle, but unexpectedly found that he was still holding a stone in his right hand.

A stone burning with a faint blue flame.

[Dark blue soul heart fire! Zhao Qi's eyes straightened, this treasure is something that even the mentor wants to snatch. At the last moment of the Dead Man's Ditch, Zhao Qi was directly stunned by Zhang Meng's spiritual attack, and then he didn't know anything.

Zhao Qi thought that the soul fire he got would be snatched away, but he didn't expect it to be still in his hands.

The dark blue soul heart fire, if it is counted by ordinary people, this is the condensation of 100,000 ordinary people's souls.

100,000 people, if you put it in reality, even if you go to war-torn places such as Syria and Asia, you can't do it.

Zhao Qi's eyes lit up, and then he sighed again, this dark blue soul heart fire was a very precious thing, but now he couldn't absorb it.

Zhao Qi had just opened two souls in the space, his soul was in a saturated state, if he dared to devour the soul heart fire now, he would definitely be strung to death.

[I must find a safe place to put the fire of my soul and heart, this is my most precious thing. Zhao Qi thought to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered Qin Rou's long whip.

Qin Rou's long whip appeared in her hand out of thin air, and Zhao Qi thought it was magic at the time, but now it seems that it should be an ability, or a special storage space.

Zhao Qi immediately looked at his watch, which contained what he wanted to know.

[Let's pull out the needle first.] Zhao Qi looked at the needle and watch on his wrist, smiled bitterly, he put the soul fire aside, and then pressed the call with his right hand.

Injections and infusions are the business of nurses, and doctors are not allowed to do these things in hospitals. Zhao Qi pressed the call, and in less than a minute, a nurse gently pushed the door open.

"Brother Zhao, you woke up, scared me to death." The crisp voice was pleasant, Zhao Qi nodded, he leaned against the wall, and said calmly: "Wu Jing, how long have I rested?" ”

"Brother Zhao, you also scared the director to death. When you step off the operating table, you faint and lie on the ground for a day and a night. Wu Jing said this, and patted her chest: "You don't know that this incident has alarmed the dean, and our director has been named and criticized." ”

"It's good that you're just too tired, if you have a three-long and two-short, it's a big deal." Wu Jing is average-looking and slightly chubby, she is 21 years old this year and has just graduated from school.

Wu Jing's voice is particularly good, soft and glutinous. Zhao Qi has always believed that Wu Jing should be a radio host.

"You're working too hard. We have a lot of patients, and even if you work hard for a month, you won't be able to cure the disease. ”

"Well, I won't fight like this in the future. You help me remove the needle, and I come down and walk around. Zhao Qi raised his left wrist, and there was an inexplicable deep meaning in his eyes.

"Doctor Zhao, you lie down for a while, this bottle of liquid will be finished soon."

"Pull it out for me, you give me some glucose, what's the use of transfusing saline, I don't need fluids." The corners of Zhao Qi's mouth outlined a smile, and his left wrist not only had a needle, but also a watch.

"I'm just a nurse, I'll just give you a needle." Wu Jing pouted and looked very cute.

Zhao Qi ignored Wu Jing's cuteness, he was sure that Wu Jing couldn't see the watch on his wrist.

"Brother Zhao...."Wu Jing looked at Zhao Qi's face, and finally couldn't resist Zhao Qi, she pulled out Zhao Qi's needle.

Zhao Qi immediately lifted the quilt, and with his right hand, he held the soul fire around him into his hand, then put on his shoes and got out of bed.

Zhao Qi is wearing hospital hospital clothes. HE IS ABOUT 175CM TALL AND HAS AN ORDINARY APPEARANCE, AND IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIS STATUS AS A DOCTOR, HE WOULDN'T HAVE ANYTHING OUTSTANDING ABOUT IT.

"What about my eyes?" Zhao Qi glanced around, but didn't find that his eyes were there, Zhao Qi was not short-sighted, he brought his eyes just to make himself look more gentle.

"When you fell, you crushed yourself." Wu Jing naturally walked over to help Zhao Qi, but Zhao Qi waved his hand and refused. He's already had two shots, and he's devoured a lot of corpse fish, and now his body is definitely not weak, but it looks a little thin.

"Brother Zhao is going to eat something, it's almost noon to get off work, I'll bring you some." Wu Jing looked at Zhao Qi expectantly.

"Thank you, I'll just eat some in a while, I remember that I still have several surgeries to do, for whom?"

"You still want to have surgery? You are really not afraid of dying of exhaustion, your patients have been handed over to Dr. Sun. The director told you to have a good rest, he was really scared. Wu Jing had disappointment on her face, but she was familiar with Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi looks like this to women except for patients.

Sometimes, Wu Jing wants to be Zhao Qi's sick number, but Zhao Qi is a neurosurgeon, and she can't be it.

"Oh, you go get busy, I'll go out to the director to ask for two days off and take a rest." Zhao Qi nodded, and then he tidied up his clothes and walked out of the room with Wu Jing.

"Okay then, you rest more, you see your face is pale."