Qin Shou couldn't hear the sounds behind him clearly, and he completely lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again and regained consciousness, he was already lying on the hospital bed.

The smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose and eyes.

"I'm not dead..."

Qin Shou sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and touched himself.

"The head is still there and still warm...the nose, eyes, ears...the mouth is also fine, not a single tooth is missing."

"My neck is fine, my chest is fine...and my stomach is fine..."

Qin Shou touched it all the way down.

"Damn it! Is it wrong? Who changed my brother for me while I was sleeping?"

"This...is this still mine?"

"Is it swollen?"

Qin Shou was a little reluctant to let go... exchange a shotgun for a cannon!

This size can only be seen in movies starring dark-skinned male actors.

"Am I dead or not?"

Qin Shou frowned. If he died, it would be useless to break the sky.

"I can't die...I still have something to do...Why can't I remember?"

"I remember something very important, why can't I remember it?"

Qin Shou's eyebrows knitted together, racking his brains to think about the things he had forgotten.

"Young man, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

The old man lying on the bed next to him really couldn't stand it anymore.

This kid stretched out his hand and touched all over his body, and he smiled like a fool, not to mention how wicked he was!

"Don't take advantage of your youth and act recklessly just after being struck by lightning! You should try to avoid some people!"

"Listen to my uncle's advice, what do you say? You are young and don't know the value, and you always shed tears in vain. You are still young and cannot grasp this aspect. When you reach my uncle's age... it will be too late to regret."

Qin Shou turned around and looked over, smiling at the old man.

"Uncle, are you alive? Or dead?"

The old man's eyes widened and he almost threw the freshly peeled apple in his hand.

"You just died!"

"I'm dead? Can you see me? Do you have yin and yang eyes?"

"He doesn't have yin and yang eyes, he has hemorrhoids."

This was said by the female doctor who came to check the ward. Qin Shou turned around and saw a gentle face wearing glasses.

Behind her was a young female doctor.

"You're not dead, you're still alive! You were hit by lightning. Apart from your clothes being gone, there were no other injuries. Even the cell phone in your pocket was not damaged."

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Lift up your clothes and let me take a look."

The female doctor walked to Qin Shou, put the notebook in her hand on the bedside table, and then put the stethoscope hanging around her neck.

"Doctor...am I really alive?"

"You're still alive. Just touch it yourself and see if you have body temperature. Then you'll know, right?"

"I touched it, and there was body temperature, and it got bigger..."

Qin Shou stopped mid-sentence, blushed and lifted up his hospital gown.

"Abs, he has abs!"

"Oh my God, these muscles and lines..."

The four young female doctors stared at Qin Shou, two of them were particularly unpromising and even gulped.

"What are you doing! You are doctors, be serious."

The female doctor wearing glasses frowned and turned back to scold them.

Qin Shou watched her carefully, and when she turned to speak, he also took the opportunity to swallow.

oppressive rule?

Then she turned her head, put on the stethoscope, took the other end, and put her hand on Qin Shou's chest.

It moved from the left to the right, then from the right to the left.

"Lie down!"

Qin Shou was a little speechless. Are you not satisfied with this? Are you still lying down?

"Let me listen to your bowel sounds."

Qin Shou didn't believe it, listening to intestinal sounds?

Although he didn't believe it, Qin Shou still lay down obediently.

The female doctor's hand holding the stethoscope was trembling a little, and she slowly placed it on Qin Shou's abdomen.

Three minutes later, the female doctor stood up straight and took off the stethoscope.

"Don't get up yet. Come and check him one by one. His heart, lungs and abdomen are all healthy."

As soon as the four female doctors heard this, they reached out to grab the stethoscope.

At this moment, they felt very lucky to have such a good intern teacher. No other teacher would have understood them so well.

"Doctor, I'm healthy, so you don't need to listen, right?"

Qin Shou was a little embarrassed. His heart beat a lot faster when these female doctors stared at him with eyes that wanted to swallow him.

Is this a hospital or Pansi Cave?

When he said this, he turned sideways, rested his left elbow on the bed, and used his right hand to hold the female doctor's arm.

When his hand touched the sleeve of the female doctor, a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Recycle or not?"

Qin Shouyi was nervous and nodded subconsciously, then...

The female doctor's white coat disappeared.

"Ding, recycle a white coat and be rewarded with 10 recycling coins."

"Ding, the first recovery is successful, a special reward is triggered, and a 5-star hotel is awarded."

"Congratulations to the host, the Yuejia Hotel in the East Third Ring Road of Beijing has been transferred to the host's name. The property rights of the hotel and the land use rights have all been transferred to the host's name."

The voice in Qin Shou's head rang three times, and each time it rang, his eyes widened.

"ah!"

The female doctor was stunned for a moment, then screamed.

The four female intern doctors also shouted at the top of their lungs.

The old man in the bed next door was very calm.

"What's your name? You're not wearing any clothes inside."

The old man's words were somewhat disappointing.

But this sentence reminded them, and they shut their mouths.

Then they all turned to look at Qin Shou.

"Where are my clothes!"

The female doctor glared at Qin Shou angrily.

Qin Shou was also confused.

Yes, where are her clothes?

What did that voice in my head say about recycling white coats?

Was it recycled? What happened to the award-winning five-star hotel?

"Where's my question? Where's my clothes!"

The female doctor's voice suddenly rose an octave higher, and Qin Shou came back to his senses.

"Recycling... I don't know, I don't know!"

Qin Shou almost told the truth, but fortunately his mind turned around quickly and he changed his words.

If he told the truth, he would definitely be regarded as crazy.
To be continued...