Chapter 120: Damn! You

【The scumbag got someone pregnant and didn't take responsibility. I didn't even ask for the depreciation fee for the new house becoming a haunted house, and you directly went missing. Go die...】

【Damn! That dog Zhang Tianming is actually dripping wind oil in the condom. I just want to hold the Emperor hostage to command the vassals and get a fortune from you? Are you guarding against me like a thief? Bad luck...】

【Gone? Where did you go? Isn't the person lying in the intensive care unit? Where did the person go...】

The little fox stood outside the hospital, withdrew his gaze from the wish list refresh, raised his head, and looked at the "Xia Dong First People's Hospital" on the door.

"... No, can we be normal? Is the stuff refreshed on the wish list Chinese? An Mou feels that you should pay me three hundred mental damage fees to soothe the eyes that saw those things and the brain that recorded the relevant content."

Outside the live broadcast room and Mazu Temple, An Sheng found a new source of wishes.

If the wishes in the live broadcast room are wishers bringing some teasing and ridicule, full of nonsense wanting to go to heaven to compare with the sun and become the center of the universe.

Then, in the Mazu Temple, the transferred wishes received are the most sincere and practical wishes that people hold with beautiful hope and face the sun.

The wishers in the hospital really didn't hide their desires at all, and a considerable number of them were full of hysterical rage, to the point of jumping with anger.

Even some wish content was too abstract, directly making the little fox feel physically uncomfortable.

Want to dredge after ligation?

So why did you tie it in the first place? It's a major event in life, why didn't you think it through?

The little fox clicked on the details to take a look, and then, the fox's eyes widened, and he entered the hospital without saying a word.

The person who hopes that his ligation dredging surgery will be successful is twenty-six years old, a wealthy person who has successfully bought three houses in Jule City by relying on rich women, a big Land Rover, and has nearly three million in savings.

Looking at the wish details, he is not ignorant at all.

He is simply too sensible.

Love brothers or love gold? After stabbing a brother in the back in exchange for glory and wealth, he started to miss his brother.

The little fox hopes that this brother's surgery will be successful, and then the surgery should not be too successful, otherwise, he is worried that this brother will come and cut off his two little hairy eggs.

"Thinking about it all day, it's too abstract. Is this something a Fuli can look at?"

An Sheng came to the hospital, looked at the busy and running elevator, turned around with black lines on his face, and walked towards the hospital's emergency stairs.

The person An Sheng came to find today is a patient currently living in the physiotherapy department on the 7th floor, bed 167...

The wishes transferred from the hospital are too abstract for the little fox. It's either a family ethics drama or a nine-son-seizing-the-throne, or holding the Emperor hostage to command the vassals.

After seeing those wishes, An Sheng's first thought was not to earn wish power points, but to find the guy who made the wish, take his or her phone, and transfer three thousand eye-cleaning fees from their bank card.

"Not quite right..."

An Sheng walked from the first floor to the second floor, a strange expression appeared on the fox's face. The higher he went in the hospital, the more the wish list in his mind flickered.

A large number of wishes, some with and some without, were poured into his wish list.

Some wishes were nameless, as if they were not really making a wish, but just complaining alone.

Another part was dragging their families along, almost pasting their household registration books on the wish list. This part of the wishes was all hoping that the patients in the family could be discharged safely.

The higher An Sheng went, the fewer the hysterical wishes in his mind, and even some abstract wishes retreated from the wish list.

An Sheng followed the guidance to the ninth floor and squatted at the entrance of a hall. On the left side of the entrance is the hospital operating room, and on the right is the hospital's ICU intensive care unit.

In the hall between the operating room and the ICU, the entrance faces a hospital exterior wall.

【Wish that no one will come here. — The white wall covered with clean white tiles and shining with golden light, with countless most sincere wishes written on the wall, reveals a will.】

【Wish fulfilled: Washing the wall (Standing on the white wall between life and death, having experienced decades of wind and rain, carrying countless sincere thoughts and beautiful blessings)】

In the eyes of others, it is ordinary, just a white wall with some slogans, but in the eyes of the little fox, it is like seeing another "wish list".

Rows of wishes are neatly placed on the wall between the operating room and the ICU.

On it, row after row of wishes, 98% are hoping for progress in the medical industry, and another part of the wishes are hoping that some patients can recover and be discharged.

"I said how come the wishes in the hospital are so hysterical and abstract. It turns out that all the serious wishes are hung on the wall, and those unserious wishes can't reach this white wall at all..."

The little fox looked at the white wall, and then at the nine-son-seizing-the-throne wish that was fading on his wish list.

There are countless wishes on the white wall, but most of them are not something a little fox can realize.

And a part of them, wishes that are comforting in nature, are something An Sheng can take on and complete.

That ordinary-looking white wall is a serious transfer station in the eyes of Lord Fuli.

It has the most sincere and beautiful blessings.

There are also some filtered wishes, similar to hospice care or comforting wishes. A considerable part of them are patients who want to write a suicide note to their relatives, but because they are powerless, they turn into thoughts and hang on the white wall.

What An Sheng needs to do is also very simple, which is to transcribe those messages, and then send the letters to the corresponding people.

"Di di di—"

The little fox squatted on the ground, watching the white wall, but just at this moment, a harsh alarm sounded in the intensive care unit on the right, waking up the little fox who was looking at the white wall, and also waking up some people who were sitting in the hall, waiting for many days and mentally exhausted.

"Ying ying!"

Some medical staff looked surprised and hurriedly came out of the intensive care unit, making calls at the door, as if they were notifying doctors from other departments to come. An Sheng saw this and hurriedly drilled back into the emergency passage.

"Let me, a Fuli who might not even pass the hospital disinfection standard, take a scalpel, it's really too difficult for a fox. It's better to choose some simple ones!" The fox whimpered and muttered, preparing to leave temporarily, not to disturb the busy medical staff.

And in the moment when the little fox retreated from the ninth floor to the seventh floor.

The vital signs of a certain patient in the intensive care unit suddenly returned to normal. If it weren't for the electrocardiogram that remained like a turbulent wave on the instrument, the urgent alarm that sounded earlier would have seemed fake.

The medical staff looked at the patient in a daze, doubting whether the books they read were fake tutorials.

A vegetable jumping up and overturning the hospital bed can be explained as a nerve reaction.

But he straightened the bed position himself, lay back, and covered himself with the quilt... what's going on?

What, under our care, could it be because he felt uncomfortable with bedsores, so he turned over?

【There are worms... Deworming medicine! Insecticide! I feel like there are worms in my body! — A patient who just woke up from a coma, wanting to say something, but could only leave a thought before falling into a coma.】

The white wall between life and death, just after An Sheng left, a line of text appeared on the wall.

... Since I got sick, my body really isn't up to me.

... I said I wanted to take some medicine and take a nap.

... Before going to bed, I set more than a dozen alarms from three to four o'clock.

... As a result, damn, I woke up at eight o'clock in the evening.

... Helpless.

... I will update two more chapters after twelve o'clock to compensate.

... Otherwise, I feel guilty holding the monthly ticket.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 121 =====