Feng Yin didn't hang up the phone, and said to Zhang Bo, who was driving: "Go to the police station." ”

"Boss, I'm full and don't want to go to the police station for dinner."

The wind is about to roll its eyes.

"Who told you to go to dinner! Besides, didn't you just finish eating? ”

Zhang Bo pursed his lips aggrievedly, and muttered in a small voice: "You ate first." ”

Hanging up the phone, one hand touching the leather seat, comfortable, atmospheric, air-conditioned.

She endures!

The car turned a corner and drove towards the police station that Feng Yin was familiar with, and Feng Yin, who was sitting in the back seat, fiddled with his mobile phone and glanced at it.

"Lin Yu, are you okay?"

Lin Yu in the front seat suddenly turned around, and shook his head at the wind with a face as white as paper.

"Wind Boss--I--Vomit ———"

The wind groan, which had no way to retreat, was sprayed by Lin Yu.

"Yes - vomit ——- vomit ——-"

"I-gag-"

Lin Yutu's entire back arched, and his stomach was constantly surging up like a water pump, uncontrollable.

Feng Yin, who was vomited, stepped on a pile of vomit, slapped Lin Yu's back with one hand, and grabbed her left hand with the other hand to press the acupuncture points.

"Don't talk, concentrate on spitting!"

"Zhang Boer, stop!"

With a "squeak——— sound, Zhang Bo stepped on the brakes, and Li Sanyi went down first.

Vomiting ———

Again, from outside.

Feng Yin took the time to take a look, and Li Sanyi was holding on to the telephone pole and vomiting no worse than Lin Yu.

Two people?

Is food poisoning?

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Bo'er, it's okay.

"Go down!"

"Hey! Boss, I'm going to do something! ”

"Slap him on the back, don't let him choke!"

Zhang Boer ran down obediently, patting Li Sanyi's back.

"Vomit vomit vomit ———"

Li Sanyi was slapped with a vibrato.

The wind roared, "Be small! ”

"Say you, Zhang Boer!"

Zhang Bo, who was named, finally retracted his strength, smiled at the wind, and vomited stupidly-

Spit again.

Coincidentally, Zhang Boer spit on Li Sanyi's back.

The picture is full of flavor, Feng Yin doesn't feel uncomfortable, but he is smoked by this smell, and his eyes are spicy.

"Vomit ——-"

If you can't beat it, you can join, and the four of you are neat.

The state of the four people was discovered by passers-by, and everyone avoided it as soon as possible, covering their mouths and noses, and some even wore masks.

Within minutes, a traffic policeman came over because Zhang Boer's car was blocking a road, affecting traffic.

When the traffic police saw this smelly scene, the whole person was not good.

"Are you alright? Can I walk to the hospital on my own? ”

Feng Yin eased up as quickly as possible, waved his hand at the traffic police, and said, "We can go, let's go." ”

The four of them vomited one after another, and Feng Yin apologized again and again to the cleaners who came over.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, I'll help you sweep the streets tomorrow!"

The cleaner didn't take it seriously, saying that it was okay to let Feng Yin leave quickly.

The traffic police were also not very relieved, and escorted them all the way to the hospital until several people entered the hospital.

At the same time, many people went to the hospital because of vomiting, and the collective vomiting incident was immediately taken seriously by the top.

In the corridor of the hospital, four people who did not have a bed sat on a hospital bed and received an infusion on the back of their hands.

At the same time, the sound of vomiting in the corridor continued, and the hospital cleaners couldn't sweep it away with a pinch of sweep.

"Take plastic bags, try to spit in your pockets, spit in your pockets!"

The nurse who was constantly busy, the plastic bag in her hand kept waving and reminding.

But the smell in the corridor is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind moan, which was originally the mildest symptom, is a little uncomfortable stimulated.

"Plastic Bag ——-"

"Vomit ———"

(End of chapter)