The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 119: Damn! You might become a spirit!
[You scumbag, you're not responsible for causing a death. I didn't even ask for the depreciation fee for my new house becoming a haunted house. You should just cut me off and kill me.]

[Fuck! That bastard Zhang Tianming actually dripped wind-repelling oil into the blocking spirit. Wasn't I just trying to blackmail the emperor into giving the princes a piece of your fortune? Are you really guarding me like a thief? Bad luck.]

[Gone? Where did he go? Wasn't he just lying in the intensive care unit? Where did he go?]

The little fox was stunned outside the hospital door, and withdrew his gaze from watching the wish list refresh, raised his head, and looked at the 'Xiadong First People's Hospital' on the door.

".No, can we be normal? The things that appear in the wish list are in Chinese? An thinks you should pay me 300 yuan for mental damages to soothe my eyes that saw those things and my brain that recorded the relevant content."

In addition to the live broadcast room and Tianhou Temple, Ansheng found a new source of income for his wishes.

If we say that the wishes made in the live broadcast room are made with some joking and ridicule, the wishers say that they want to go to the sky, stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and become the center of the universe.

So, in the Tianhou Temple, the subcontracted wishes received are people's most sincere and practical wishes, which are full of good hopes and look towards the sun.

The people who made wishes in the hospital really did not hide their desires at all, and quite a number of them were filled with hysterical rage and were even furious.

Some wishes were so abstract that they made the little fox feel physically uncomfortable.

Want to unblock after ligation?
So why did you get a vasectomy before? It's such a big deal about your future, why don't you think it through?
The little fox clicked on the details and took a look. Then, his eyes widened and he walked into the hospital without saying a word.

The man who hopes that his sterilization and cannulation surgery will be successful is 26 years old. He has successfully bought three houses in Jiule City for rent, a large Land Rover, and has a savings of nearly three million yuan by relying on rich women. He is a financially independent person.

Judging from the details of the wish, it is clear that the person is not sensible.

He is simply too sensible.

Do you love your brothers or gold? After stabbing your brother in the back and gaining wealth and glory, you start to miss your brother.

The little fox hoped that the operation would be successful, but not too successful, otherwise, he was worried that the brother would come and bite his two little balls.

"What do you think about every day? It's too abstract. How can a raccoon like me understand these things?"

An Sheng came to the hospital, took a look at the busy elevator, turned around with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and walked towards the hospital's emergency stairs.

Ansheng came here today and found a patient who is currently staying in bed 7 in the physiotherapy department on the 167th floor.
The hospital's desire to open up new sources of revenue and subcontract is too abstract for the little fox. It is either a family ethics drama, a fight for the throne among nine sons, or using the emperor to control the princes.

After seeing those wishes, An Sheng's first thought was not to earn wish points, but to find the person who made the wish, take his or her mobile phone, and transfer 3,000 yuan for eye cleaning fees from their bank card.

"Not quite right."

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

A large number of wishes, both real and fake, were instilled into my wish list.

Some wishes are nameless, as if they are not really wishes, but simply complaints.

Another group of people brought their families with them, and they almost covered their household registration books on the wish list. The wish of this group is that the patients at home can be discharged safely from the hospital.

The further An Sheng went up, the fewer hysterical wishes he had in his mind, and even some abstract wishes disappeared from his wish list.

An Sheng followed the instructions and came to the ninth floor, squatting at the door of a hall. On the left side of the entrance was the hospital's operating room, and on the right was the hospital's ICU.

In the hall between the operating room and the ICU, the entrance faces the hospital's outer wall.

May no one come here. — The white walls, covered with pure white tiles gleaming with gold, and inscribed with countless sincere wishes, reveal a sense of purpose.

[Wish Fulfilled: Wall Washing (Standing on the white wall between life and death, having weathered decades of wind and rain, it carries countless sincere thoughts and beautiful blessings)]

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

Wishes were neatly stacked in rows and columns on the wall between the operating room and the ICU. Ninety-eight percent of these wishes were for advancements in the medical industry, while the remaining portion was for the recovery and discharge of certain patients.

"I was wondering why the wishes in the hospital were so hysterical and abstract. It turns out that all the serious wishes are hung on the wall, and those inappropriate wishes can't even appear on this white wall."

The little fox looked at the big white wall, and then looked at the fading wish of the nine sons competing for the throne on his wish list.

There are countless wishes on the white wall, but most of them are beyond the reach of a little fox.

And some of the wishes are equivalent to comforting ones that Ansheng can fulfill next.

In the eyes of Master Fuli, that ordinary white wall is just a proper transit station.

It contains the most pious and beautiful blessings.

There are also some that have been screened, similar to hospice care or consolation wishes. A considerable number of them are patients who want to write suicide notes to their loved ones, but are unable to do so, so they turn their thoughts into wishes and hang them on the big white wall.

What Ansheng needs to do is very simple, which is to copy down the messages and then send the letters to the corresponding persons.

"Beep beep-"

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

"嘤嘤!"

Some medical staff looked shocked and hurried out of the intensive care unit, making phone calls in front of the door, as if they were notifying doctors from other departments to come. Seeing this, Ansheng hurried back to the emergency passage.

"It's really too difficult for a fox like me, a lucky civet who may not even meet the hospital's disinfection standards, to hold a scalpel. I'd better choose something simpler!" The fox muttered, preparing to leave temporarily so as 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 patient in the intensive care unit suddenly returned to normal. If it weren't for the electrocardiogram that remained on the instrument, like a raging wave, the alarm that had sounded rapidly before would have seemed fake.

The medical staff looked at the patients in shock, and some of them doubted whether the book they were reading was a fake tutorial.

The vegetative patient jumping up and overturning the bed can be explained as a nerve reaction.

But he adjusted the bed, lay down on it, and covered himself with the quilt. What was going on?

What's the matter? He's under our care. Could it be that he's turning over because he's feeling uncomfortable due to bedsores?

[There are worms. Deworming medicine! Insecticide! I feel worms in my body! — A patient who had just woken up from a coma seemed to want to say something, but before he passed out, he could only leave behind a fleeting thought.]

On the white wall between life and death, a line of words appeared on the wall just after Ansheng left.

　.Ever since I got sick, my body has really lost control of itself.

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

　　Before going to bed, I set the alarm clock more than ten times between three and four o'clock.

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

　　resignedly.

　　After twelve o'clock, I will update two more chapters as compensation.

　　Otherwise, I would feel guilty holding the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)