quyong.t

Who is Qu Yong?

Where is Qu Yong?

It's another early morning, so ordinary that it's no different from every day before. It's so ordinary that people can hardly feel that this is the beginning of a new day.

But, a new day has really begun.[

Time is like this, passing by quietly without everyone knowing it. There are still some people who clearly feel the passing of time, but they can do nothing and can only watch the passing of time. This is really helpless. thing.

On such a helpless day, at the gate of Airen Hospital, an ordinary tertiary hospital in Hangzhou, an ordinary young man walked in slowly. At first glance, this person seemed nothing special, but if you are careful, You will find that every step he takes is exactly the same, one foot at a time.

He walked so steadily that even if three bowls of water were placed on his head and shoulders at the same time, not even a drop would spill out.

But that's not the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that he is clearly walking towards you, but you can hardly feel the distance between the two getting closer.

The young man signed in with his fingerprints and walked straight to the cafeteria. Beside him was a fat, staggering young man.

The obese young man suddenly bumped into his friend and said: "Brother Xiaoyong, believe me, no matter how you look at your face, you are destined to achieve great success and be rich and powerful. There is no reason to stay here with me every day and treat it like nothing." A promising doctor.”

Of course, this young man was Qu Yong. He came back from Anhui that day. Cao Yi tried his best and finally restored some of the pictures on the silk.

"I'll go! Double 11 has already passed. Who is this? Such a crazy, big courier." The fat man couldn't help complaining: "Could it be Lin Yue's package again?"

Lin Yueyue is another intern doctor. She bought 18 items in one go during last year's Double 11 Singles' Day sale. As a result, she received a month's worth of express delivery. This incident became a hot topic among the interns, and she was nicknamed Lin. One month, homophonic to "one month to receive a package", this incident also discouraged several boys who wanted to pursue her at that time. After all, if it were not the rich second generation, no one would be able to resist such a crazy woman.

"This is not express delivery." Qu Yong looked for it and wondered: "There is no express delivery list on the carton, could it be?"

"Could it be something given by the patient?"

In the hospital, there are many patients who send some fruit baskets and flowers to the doctor's office, but they have never sent such a big cardboard box. Speaking of which, by the way, I would like to mention the doctor's red envelope. This thing is like a hymen. I know there is one, but not many people have seen it, especially **Sis, which is something you will never see.

"No, this seems to be for you." The fat man saw the card on the table and picked it up. It actually said "Benefit Qu Yong" written on it.

"Gift, this is for me." Qu Yong touched his nose and looked through the card twice, but except for these four words, there was no other information, "This handwriting fat man, look carefully, this card paper and handwriting.”

The fat man didn't see anything special and said, "What's wrong?"

Qu Yong sighed softly. Back then, someone also sent some gifts to their dormitory. They were also as puzzled as the fat man now and couldn't find any clues. But now, he can see the gift card at a glance. In many cases, it is not time that changes, but people.

He said slowly: "This kind of card is only found in Bo Hotel. Although it has the hotel's logo printed on it, the paper has a hint of rose fragrance, which is a bit special. If you look at this handwriting again, it is written in

Written in black pen, the font is shriveled

Strength, each stroke is written very clearly, and every time the strokes turn, there is stiffness. It can be seen that this person does not often write, but there is a sense of violence in the words he writes. I guess this person is not practicing martial arts.

They must not be ordinary people."

"I wonder, you can talk so much with just such a small thing. Brother Xiaoyong, it seems that you are more suitable for learning fortune telling than me." The fat man admired: "But according to what you said, isn't this a gift from a person in the world?

"Could it be from Jingtai?"

Jianghu, the Jianghu that has been played.

Qu Yong shook his head and said, "It's not like that. Boss Cao is in Hangzhou now. If Jingtai has something to send, he will definitely say hello to me."

"Who could that be?" The fat man said suddenly, "We can ask the nurses to make sure they know who sent it. After all, it's such a big thing."

"It's used. The delivery person can be a random passerby. Just give him some money. Even if the nurse sees it and Ye Wen can't tell anything, we'd better not guess yet. We'll know after taking a look." Qu Yong shrugged and said: "

Since it was given to me, I should have already opened the package and asked."

Qu Yong looked at the door and noticed that people were paying attention here. His right hand was like a knife and he scratched the seal of the carton. With a "stab" sound, the plastic glue was cut in half. The fat man wanted to hold that hand in his hands.

He stood up to worship and said with emotion: "This guy is so sharp."

"Whatever it takes, as long as the speed is fast enough, the angle is accurate, and a little secret strength is added, it can be done." Qu Yong said and opened the package, but the situation inside was something he had never expected.

"How could this be the case?"

"Bang," the fat man's face changed horribly. He took three steps back and bumped into the desk before he managed to steady himself. His legs were shaking, "There's a person in here."

There is really a person in the carton, not a living person, but a dead person.[

He is about thirty-five years old, male, with short hair and ordinary clothes. He is lying calmly in the cardboard box, as if he is lying in the most gorgeous coffin, and even has a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Originally, a smile was the most beautiful makeup for human beings, but when this smile appeared on a dead person's face, it was indescribably weird.

"This thing is starting to get weird."

"Smiling dead man, isn't this the smiling murder case that has become very popular in the past six months?" The fat man remembered the murders that happened in Hangzhou City during these days, and he shouted: "Brother Xiaoyong, is this a frame-up?"

"

"What's the blame?" Qu Yong forced a smile and said, "I have to call Boss Cao. If it weren't for his prank, I'm afraid there will be trouble again."

"Dudududu." The call was connected. Boss Cao's side seemed to be very noisy. From time to time, women's cheers and the sound of the TV "Dad, where are we going?" were heard. "Brother Xiaoyong, this

It's almost time for ward rounds, why do you call me?"
Chapter completed!