When I asked before, there was only one elevator that could go down to the morgue morgue on the third floor underground.
But it was still fine two days ago, why did it suddenly break?
The young nurse looked at the two of them strangely and left.
"A big man, who lives and eats and lives in the hospital, and he is the only one guarding the morgue day and night. Does he have no family?"
Zhang Yiming felt some suspicion.
At this moment, Zhu Youqian patted Zhang Yiming's arm and said:
"Brother, that old Luo is coming up again."
The elevator door opened and two doctors in white coats walked out of the elevator.
In addition to Lao Luo, there is also a hospital bed in the elevator, but Lao Luo is not under this floor.
The elevator door closed again.
Zhang Yiming stared at the elevator floor and found that the elevator finally stopped on the first floor upstairs of their building.
"Go up and take a look!"
The two of them walked upstairs quickly.
When they arrived at the elevator door, Lao Luo and the bed disappeared.
The two searched for a while.
There are almost no one on this floor.
Zhang Yiming found that in addition to two unpopular clinics on this floor, the rest is the storage room for medical supplies and an operating room.
However, there is no surgery now, it is closed.
Zhang Yiming finally found Lao Luo in the storage room.
At this time, Lao Luo was moving things onto the bed one by one.
After moving about ten boxes, Lao Luo took a piece of cloth to cover them up, and then walked out.
Zhu Youqian and Zhang Yiming hid in the dark and watched him walk past them.
"What did this old Luo take? Is he stealing things from the hospital?"
Zhu Youqian said curiously.
"Well, just look at it and you'll know what he took?"
Zhang Yiming said in contemplation.
Zhu Youqian rolled his eyes and said:
"It's easy to say, how do you think? Should I just lift the cloth up and lift it up? Or should I blow the cloth away from the gust of wind, and it's best to blow down those things too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, lifting the cloth covered by the hospital bed, revealing the neatly stacked boxes.
But it didn't seem to be neat. One of the boxes fell down from the bed in a slant, and then five or six more boxes fell down.
"Oh! Where did the evil wind come from?"
Lao Luo stopped and hurried to move the boxes.
Zhang Yiming, not far away, was stunned when he saw this scene, turned to look at Zhu Youqian and said blankly.
"Fatty, your crow's mouth has appeared!"
The corridors of the hospital are all closed, and I didn’t see any windows open along the way.
So where did this gust of wind come from?
Zhu Youqian was also surprised and covered his mouth, unable to believe it.
After spitting twice, he said in a red voice:
"Can you speak? What is a crow's mouth? I'm a God's prediction!"
"Then you predict the predictions, what should we do next?"
Zhang Yiming smiled.
Zhu Youqian ignored him, but instead made a praying posture, muttering:
"I want to win the lottery, get rich overnight, get rich, and marry another beautiful wife, just like a white, rich and beautiful woman, and you must be kind to me and listen to me in everything."
"God, if my mouth is really effective, you will agree to all these conditions."
Zhang Yiming smiled and patted Zhu Youqian's big belly:
"If you want to be rich and beautiful, turn yourself into a tall, rich and handsome first."
"I still have to have a dream, what if I really become a tall, rich and handsome guy." Zhu Youqian said narcissisticly.
Zhang Yiming smiled and said nothing.
As for his identity as the successor of the Mayi Sect, it is impossible to be rich, let’s talk about the others.
After the joke, Zhu Youqian looked at Lao Luo not far away and said:
"What should I do now?"
After thinking about it, Zhang Yiming walked out of the darkness, came to Lao Luo, and helped him carry the box.
Zhu Youqian also came out.
I thought this big box was very heavy, but I realized it was very light as soon as I started.
With Zhang Yiming and Zhu Youqian helping, they moved quickly.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Lao Luo thanked the two with a smile.
It was only then that Zhang Yiming could see Lao Luo's face clearly.
He had a honest smile on his face, his face was full of wrinkles, about fifty years old, and he bent his back slightly.
The first impression I give is sincerity and honesty.
Will such a person be the mysterious person who helps them?
"You're welcome, are you carrying a syringe?"
Zhang Yiming just saw the name on the box when he was moving.
"Yes, the hospital is short of staff recently. I'll help you to help all departments and nurses prepare all these things so that you won't be useless when you need it."
Lao Luo said.
"Oh? Are you not an employee of the hospital? A temporary worker?" Zhang Yiming asked intentionally.
"I am an employee of the hospital, but my position is different. If the hospital hadn't had a shortage of staff, it wouldn't be my turn to work."
Lao Luo kept smiling.
"Sorry, uncle, seeing that you are not wearing work clothes, I thought you were not an employee of the hospital. Then what is your job?" Zhang Yiming said.
"Haha, I work... Most people don't want to contact each other, so I won't say anything. I'm afraid you'll be afraid."
Zhu Youqian said righteously:
"What's the matter? If you can work in a hospital, it must be related to treating diseases and saving people, even if you are a cleaner."
"If the cleaners weren't there, how dirty and messy the hospital would have become."
"It's not just the hospital, but the same is true outside. No matter what job it is, as long as you make money with your own hands, it's not embarrassing and there's nothing to be afraid of!"
"That's right, just say it." Zhang Yiming agreed.
Lao Luo smiled.
"I work in the hospital morgue. My daily job is to accept the remains of those who died in the hospital, and some who have no place to stop the morgue for the time being will also be sent to the hospital morgue."
After saying that, he felt that Zhang Yiming and Zhu Youqian would be scared, so he waved his hand and said:
"Thank you. I'll leave first."
"Anyway, it's nothing. Let's send it with you. There are so many things, don't drop them again."
"No, no!"
Lao Luo's face turned red and he waved his hand in fear.
Zhang Yiming and Zhu Youqian were tough and wanted to follow.
Lao Luo had no choice but to let them go.
"What do you call uncle? How many years have you worked in this hospital?"
"Just call me Lao Luo, I've been here for more than ten years."
"It's really not easy for such a long time. Since you say that you don't have contact with ordinary people, how could you do it for so long?"
"Hey, I made a mistake when I was young. My wife divorced me. She was alone with no children and wanted to find a job until she died. At that time, she saw that the hospital recruited people and tried it.
I have been working for so many years, and the hospital has been relocated over the years, but I have never changed my job."
Lao Luo was a little disappointed when he said this.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to poke your sad things on purpose."
Zhang Yiming said.
Lao Luo laughed twice:
"It's okay, I don't care anyway."
"By the way, I eavesdropped on the little nurses and said that something big happened in the hospital recently. In the end, a group of people left, which made me feel uneasy. Do you know what big thing is?"
Zhang Yiming tentatively said.
Lao Luo thought for a while, then shook his head.
"I'm in that morgue all day long, and no one talks to me. I don't know what happened on this. If you want to know, go and ask the little nurses."
"Okay, wait until I look back and find some time to ask."
Lao Luo’s work was not difficult and it ended in half an hour.
In the elevator, Lao Luo still looked at the two of them with the honest smile.
"Thank you for helping me today. I'm very happy. After all, I have not spoken to living people outside for many years."