The strongest healer

Chapter 217 Daily life in the hospital
Before Song Shi stepped into the door of space, he took one last look at the principal. What caught his eye was the principal staring at her quietly, with a warm and gratifying smile in his eyes.

Song Shi withdrew his gaze and his body disappeared into the blue jelly-like halo.

The door to space opened in the lobby on the first floor of the four-story building of the medical room.

The smell surrounding Song Shi's nose changed from the disgusting smell of blood to the refreshing smell of disinfectant water.

However, if you look carefully, you can see that there is a trace of blood smell left in the disinfectant water.

In the center of the hall on the first floor stands a pure white stone sculpture of a snake wrapped around a scepter. Underneath is a pool of water and a small fountain with almost no sound of water flow.

There was an endless stream of people around the sculpture, and most of the healers were in pure white uniforms.

They all looked anxious and in a hurry, rushing out in twos and threes, and soon a stretcher carrying patients came in.

What's even more exaggerated is that two people from the flying department flew in from outside the door with a stretcher, soared in mid-air, and went straight to the second floor. Their feet did not touch the ground the whole time, and the injured on the stretcher was secure.

The moment the space door appeared in the hall, two healers in uniforms were standing next to it, one after the other, holding the movable hospital bed and waiting.

The one in front, wearing glasses, has his legs in front of one another and his knees bent, showing a ready-to-start movement.

"Remember, I'll rush to Medical Room 16 later. There's only one vacancy left in Room 16 on the first floor." He told the latter.

"Go to the second floor. Yu Aichen just sent a group message. Anyone transported by the space gate at this point will be sent to Room 32 on the second floor." The latter said while looking at the optical brain group chat.

"Second floor..." The boy with glasses scratched his hair and his head was racing, "Then take the east gate No. 2 inclined staircase, which is the closest."

"it is good."

Song Shi stepped out of the door of space and observed the external environment as a habit. The two people holding the hospital bed were also looking at her.

Song Dynasty has lost its human appearance.

After the explosion, the ash on his face was one centimeter thick, his clothes were in tatters, and his hair spread out as if he had been farted.

"Classmate, come up quickly, we will take you to the ward." The boy wearing glasses urged nervously, patting the wheeled hospital bed behind him.

They did not recognize Song Shi.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just ashes on my face. You go rescue others first."

Although she still has some sequelae of anesthesia, such as her unclear speech and unable to control her tongue, everything else has recovered.

But the other party thought she was afraid of wasting medical resources and explained, "Don't worry, students, we have the entire department here, there are enough people, we can save every one of you."

The boy at the back of the car also advised, "Classmate, just because you can walk and move now doesn't mean you're fine. It's probably more serious than those who can only lie down and cannot move."

"Yes, you..." the boy with glasses agreed, glanced at Song Shi's horrible hair, adjusted his glasses, and said wisely, "We are obviously at the center of the explosion. There may be burns, respiratory burns, lung infections, and visceral ruptures. …”

He knows everything about his family.

Song Shi was just about to say that she was Song Shi and was a healer. Even if she had these problems, she had already healed herself after so long. Qiu Ruiqian behind her approached at this time.

He leaned close to her ear and said in the voice of only two people, "Principal Liang hopes that you can stay in the hospital bed for a few days."

Song Shi was very willing to cooperate with the principal and be the tool. He immediately jumped on the bed, lay on his back, folded his hands on his abdomen, and said, "Send me to the ward."

"Hang on, we'll be there soon!"

The two of them rushed to push the hospital bed.

In front of Song Shi's eyes, the corridors were connected into a piece of ceiling lights that were constantly receding. He actually felt dizzy. Everything that happened in the short half hour today flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Room 2 on the 32nd floor arrived.

The door to the ward was opened in advance. After the two pushed Song Shi's bed and rushed in, Qiu Ruiqian slowly closed the door behind him.

Room 32 has a single bed.

There is only one vacancy left in Song Dynasty.

The ward has a luxurious suite with bathroom and sofa. The last time Song Shi saw such a ward was in a TV series.

I experienced it myself today.

The two healers left in the ward were all acquaintances of Song Shi.

High school classmate Yu Aichen and university healing department counselor Jiang Jihong.

"Hello, teacher." Song Shi raised his hand to greet him.

"It's actually like this?" Jiang Jihong walked quickly to the bedside, held Song Shi's dark hand tightly, and input healing power to examine carefully, "Concentrate your mental power and endure it." Although Knowing that Song Shi was a healer, Jiang Jihong was not at ease.

Healers have rejection reactions to their healing power, so she asked Song Shi to try his best to restrain his mental power.

Song Shi did as she was told and waited quietly for her results.

Yu Aichen stood on the other side of the hospital bed.

Ever since Song Shi was sent in, he had been standing in this position, doing nothing but handing Song Shi a pillow.

He looked at Song Shi with furrowed brows throughout the whole process, as if there was something he didn't understand, and he seemed hesitant to speak several times.

Song Shi was annoyed by his stare, "If there's anything you don't understand, just ask."

Yu Aichen didn't answer and handed her a mirror.

Song Shi saw himself in the mirror.

First reaction, national treasure?

The second reaction was the national treasure wearing an afro wig.

Song Shi placed the mirror next to the bed.

Even more unhappy.

"There's no problem," Jiang Jihong let go of Song Shi's hand, "It's just a little weak."

Song Dynasty: "..."

"This problem will occur if mental energy is consumed too quickly at one time. Just sleep for two more days and it will be fine."

Indeed, Song Shi was very sleepy now and just wanted to sleep.

"Change into a hospital gown before going to sleep." Yu Aichen reminded.

……

After taking a bath, Song Shisheng was helpless and lying on the hospital bed.

Her hair needs to be cut.

Her hair was completely burnt, and even an S-class healer like her couldn't repair the denatured protein.

Tang You, who came to see her, performed the surgery herself.

Fifteen minutes later, sitting in front of the dressing mirror, Song Shi looked in the mirror from side to side, looking at the dog-gnawed ear-length hair, unable to express his words, "Xiaoyou, your way of cutting hair is really... uninhibited."

"How about I cut it the same as you?" Tang You said, grabbing her own braid to cut it.

Song Shi and Yang Jinzhen stopped her with one hand and one hand.

Song Shi: "Don't be impulsive."

Yang Jinzhen was heartbroken: "Still cutting, still cutting. Look at the top of your head. The bunch of burnt hair is still so short, like a hedgehog."

Song Shi smiled, not that it didn't grow, but that it grew a little bit every time. When Tang You got angry, it would burn from the end of her hair.

Only then did we have the illusion that the position would never last.

Many fire types are like this, and some older fire types will simply shave their hair to solve the problem at its source.

Yang Jinzhen put it down and sat back, "You go ahead and cut it. After the cut, you two will do a hedgehog position and a doggy position. I will never eat with you again."

The three of them played around for ten minutes, but it ended when Song Shi couldn't control himself and hit Haqie for the second time.

"Contact me when you wake up and I'll bring you food." Tang You said.

"Yeah. You guys go back to class quickly."

"Contact me too," Yang Jinzhen said eagerly, "I'm responsible for all the gossip during this period. I promise to find out everything for you when you wake up."

Song Shi smiled, "Okay."

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Thank you to the leader for the last chapter~
It's a long time late, don't mind it (づ￣3￣)づ