Chapter 185 The Little Means of "God Stick"

Wang Hai drove his taxi and pulled several people to the gas station not far away. Through the window, several people looked at the gas station and couldn't help but be stunned. The gas station closed.

"I don't know." Wang Hai declared.

"Do you have a phone number for someone you know?" Moreover, Feifan asked with a glimmer of hope.

Wang Hai took out the phone and turned it over, found a number and called it.

Sure enough, the gas station was closed for two days for some reason, and the buddy Wang Hai knew on the opposite phone didn't know the specific situation.

"Ask him who was the staff with Luo Jingjing the day before yesterday? Can you get in touch?" Moreover, Feifan whispered.

After asking, I knew that Luo Jingjing was working late that day, and the staff with her went to the hospital early the next morning. Although they knew that there must have been an accident that night, no one knew about the specific situation.

Wang Hai continued to ask. He learned that the person who was hospitalized was also familiar with him. When he went to see him during the day, he still had a high fever and kept talking nonsense. It was estimated that he was still hanging water and in the hospital at this time.

"I have to see him." Putting down the phone, Wang Hai said, "The man in the hospital is alone, without relatives."

"Now? It's almost twelve o'clock now." Miss Zhang is a little unhappy.

No wonder, it was originally said to exorcise evil spirits and take refuge for other two people, but now it's good. I didn't do anything but cause trouble.

"How about tomorrow?" Moreover, Feifan asked Fengtian, and the person who was hospitalized was also the key, because there were only two people on the evening shift. As soon as Luo Jingjing died, I'm afraid only he knew what happened that night.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hai said to his girlfriend, "I'll take you home first, and then go to the hospital to see him. I usually eat and drink, and I have a good relationship."

It seems that Wang Hai is still a very affectionate person. Although Miss Zhang is not happy, she didn't say anything more.

Fengtian suddenly said, "Let's go and have a look together. The high fever will not subside, but it can be big or small."

Wang Hai was stunned for a moment and asked Feng Tian in surprise, "Are you still a doctor?"

Feng Tian smiled and did not answer.

Wang Hai said that the man's name was Zhao Hongcheng. Coincidentally, the hospital he lived in was also the affiliated hospital, but he only lived in the general ward.

Although the hospital has a fixed visiting time, the inpatient ward is inevitably accompanied, so even late at night, there are still people coming in and out, so no one stopped the three people from appearing in the corridor of the hospital.

Wang Hai knew the number of the ward. Three people went straight to the door of the ward and looked through the glass window on the door. There were three patients in the whole ward, and Zhao Hongcheng lay on the nearest disease**.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was still a bottle of infusion hanging by his bed. At this time, the light in the ward should have been turned off, but his bedside control light was still on. Probably the nurse stared at the infusion and did not turn it off.

You can't make noise late at night, and the three people tiptoe in. Standing in front of the hospital bed, they looked at Zhao Hongcheng. They didn't know whether he was thin or tortured by a high fever. His cheeks were sunken, his face was pale, and his cheeks were sickly flushed. Although his eyes were closed, it could be seen from his locked eyebrows that he was very uncomfortable.

At this time, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open. A nurse with a tray came in from the outside. At a glance, she saw three big men standing in front of the hospital bed. She couldn't help but be stunned. Then her face darkened and she asked coldly, "Who are you? What do you do?"

Wang Hai hurriedly piled up a smile: "I'm Zhao Hongcheng's friend. I heard that he is ill. Come and see if he needs someone to take care of him."

The nurse looked at him and then at the extraordinary situation: "What about you two? Is it also his friend? So many people come to take care of him?

Xang Feifan sighed secretly, took out * and shook it, and whispered, "Let's learn something."

said, pointing his finger outside the door.

I vaguely saw that there seemed to be a * on it. The nurse had no choice but to change the medicine used by Zhao Hongcheng, pulled the door and went out.

"What do you want to know in the middle of the night?" The nurse asked impatiently that she was not afraid of the police.

What's more, he rubbed his nose. Indeed, no one will come here in the middle of the night if there is nothing urgent, but he is not a real policeman, and he can't be too serious with nurses.

"Sorry, let me see if the patient is awake so that we can understand something."

The nurse shook her head: "When I was sent here, everyone was in a coma. Now the fever has subsided a little, but my mind should still be confused. I don't think you will understand anything for a while."

Hu Feifan frowned: "The fever hasn't subsided yet? Will it be life-threatening if it burns like this?

The nurse hesitated and nodded: "Now that antibiotics have been taken, but if the fever does not subside, the patient's brain will indeed be in danger, and we are also paying close attention to it at present."

Seeing that he could no longer ask anything, he said, "Then let's stay here for a while."

"Don't disturb other patients." The nurse warned and left. For the sake of that, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been expelled long ago.

Looking at the nurse going away, he asked Feng Tian in a low voice: "Can you see what's wrong with that man? Is there anything I can do?"

Feng Tianyi's teeth: "I guess it's over frightened, but in general, hospital medicine can almost solve it, and it won't get better in two days."

After thinking about it, he went into the ward to ask Wang Hai for his taxi key and came out to Fengtian, "Go, go back and get something."

The two drove back to the Taoist temple to get Fengtian's bag. For safety, Fengtian did not hesitate to ask for two charms from the old Taoist priest. When they returned to the hospital, Zhao Hongcheng's infusion had temporarily stopped.

Slid into the ward, and Feifan stepped back to the door of the ward. Fengtian walked to Zhao Hongcheng's bed and reached out to tighten the curtain beside the bed.

"You..." Wang Hai looked at the two in a staring and didn't know what they were going to do.

Moreover, he put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture.

Feng Tian said in a low voice, "Let you see the ability of my 'divine stick'."

With that, he took out his wallet from his bag, opened it full of silver needles used on acupuncture, took out a lighter, lifted the sheet covered by Zhao Hongcheng, took a needle, roasted it with fire, and then pricked him.

"Oh, you..." Wang Hai was shocked and stretched out his hand to stop him, but Feifan hurried to stop him.

"Don't worry, we are measured."

After Fengtian put a few needles on Zhao Hongcheng's head and body, he pricked Zhao Hongcheng's ten fingers with a thick silver needle, and then squeezed blood out.

After all this was done, he carefully observed Zhao Hongcheng.

"Wow..." About 15 minutes later, Zhao Hongcheng, who was sick, suddenly made a low moan, as if he had woken up.

Wang Hai looked at all this he had done, and his expression was a little silly.

But this was not over. Fengtian got up and poured a glass of water, then put the two ashes that the old Taoist priest asked for into the water, shook them, and then poured them into Zhao Hongcheng.

Wang Hai grinned, but unexpectedly, after drinking the glass of water, Zhao Hongcheng soon saw the expression on his face relaxed, and soon watched him fall asleep.

"I... damn... how did you do it..." Wang Hai opened his mouth in surprise.