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.
Besides, he didn't even understand what was going on, so how could he explain it to them?
"You don't know? You just pulled my clothes, and then my clothes were gone."
"Aren't you wearing your clothes?"
The man next door said: "Yes, you are wearing a white coat and wearing so many clothes. Isn't it hot?"
Qin Shou smiled bitterly and turned to look at the "warm-hearted uncle".
"Uncle, please stop talking."
"Doctor, I really didn't see your clothes. I was still wondering. I just pulled you and your clothes disappeared in a swish."
The female doctor frowned and stared closely at Qin Shou's eyes.
Although Qin Shou felt guilty, he did not dodge at all. At this time, if anyone showed a little guilty, he would be finished.
In the end, the incident was defined as a mysterious incident.
After Qin Shou paid the medical bills, he left the hospital.
As for where the female doctor's white coat went, no one except Qin Shou knew.
After Qin Shou paid the extra money, he left the hospital with a sad face, wearing a hospital gown and holding his mobile phone.
Apart from his mobile phone, there is not a single piece of his original clothes or underpants left.
When paying the fee, he also learned the legend about him from the nurse.
At that time, he was struck by lightning, and his clothes turned to ash, and he was lying on the ground in darkness. If a kind person hadn't called the police and called 120, he might have been lying there for how long.
When he was sent to the hospital... he was put on a stretcher with his buttocks naked and pushed in.
Qin Shou was speechless, so he could at least cover it up for him.
When he was being discharged from the hospital just now, the nurse who saw him would cover her mouth and smile, and would look down at him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Oh, I'm not guaranteed a good night's sleep!"
Qin Shou stood at the entrance of the hospital, still thinking about the thing he had forgotten.
"What on earth...why can't I remember it? I seemed to have seen Xiaoxiao before I was struck by lightning."
"It should be related to Xiaoxiao."
"No... let's first figure out what that voice in our head is about?"
"Hey, are you there?"
"Speak, I know you're on my mind."
"Don't be a grandson, come out and say something."
Qin Shou's words made everyone passing by him speed up their pace.
"This doctor is so irresponsible. Why should he be discharged from the hospital under such circumstances?"
"Stay away, this guy is the one who was struck by lightning and sent here yesterday. He must have been struck dumb by lightning!"
"Is it him? It was dark when he was brought here yesterday. How did you know it was him?"
"Nonsense, I went to his ward this morning and took a photo with him. The photo is still in my phone."
When Qin Shou heard this, he frowned and walked outside the hospital.
It's better to go home first. Wandering around in this hospital gown can easily be thought that you have escaped from a mental hospital.
Qin Shou walked out of the hospital, hailed a taxi, told him the address of his rental house, and the car drove out.
As soon as the car drove out, the voice in his head rang.
"Hello host, I am the Wanjie Recycling System. If you want to communicate with me, you can do so through consciousness without speaking."
"Damn it, here we go again, I don't care how many worlds of recycling systems you are in, get out of my head."
Qin Shou's voice startled the taxi driver.
Is this guy mentally ill?
"Host, if you yell like that, you will probably be sent to a mental hospital."
Qin Shou was stunned for a moment, looked at the driver in front of him, and found that the driver was looking at him through the rearview mirror.
He hurriedly closed his mouth and turned his head out of the car window.
"Host, I am the Wanjie Recycling System. I recycle all things and reward recycling coins. I also have a chance to trigger special rewards and obtain rewards for special items and special skills."
"Recycling coins can be exchanged for currency, 1 recycling coin can be exchanged for 1 dragon coin."
Qin Shou's eyes widened. Is this true?
"I really exist and have been successfully bound to you, the host."
"Did you recycle the clothes of the female doctor just now?"
"Yes, I recycled it."
Being able to recycle other people's clothes... uncle, if I have a chance to meet Fatty Zhang some other day, I will recycle all his clothes and not even leave him any underpants.
“Can you really recycle anything?”
"Yes, but things that have owners cannot be recycled."
"That's not right. Isn't the female doctor's clothes considered owned by the owner?"
"No, that's not the case. She wears someone else's clothes."
Qin Shou rolled his eyes, can you tell the difference? Isn't that ridiculous?
Qin Shou looked up and saw a magazine in the bag behind the seat in front of him, so he reached out and took it out.
"Master, do you still want this book?"
"No, I don't know which customer put it inside. I didn't take it away when I got off the bus! I have to throw it away when I take over my shift. You can take it and take a look."
"Thank you, master."
Qin Shou thanked him, then lowered his head and looked through it.
A promotional magazine for a men's hospital, with some ambiguous and explicit articles written in it, and some vulgar jokes at the end.
Qin Shou directly tore off a page and let the system recycle it with a thought.
"Ding, recycle a page of the magazine, and you will be rewarded with 1 recycling coin."
Qin Shou was stunned for a moment, then continued to tear...
The taxi driver in the front seat started thinking again.
Is this guy really crazy? Tearing paper for fun?
Isn’t it just Alzheimer’s that likes to tear up newspapers?
Has neurosis evolved?
A thin magazine with only a few pages in the first place soon had only two covers left.
"Ding, recycle two magazine covers and get 4 recycling coins as a reward."