chapter 8 obsessed with women

Seeing that I was full of doubts, the man began to preach, "In the morning, when you were found, you were lying on the floor of the ward. Compared with the bloody woman next to you, you were completely unharmed. So far, there have been several similar incidents in the hospital, and you are the only survivor at the scene. We want to know what is the reason for your survival. We think that only by finding this reason can we really stop this vicious incident. Extension, can you tell us a little bit about what happened?"

"At that time. After I gave a general account of the situation at that time, dozens of people in the dean's office began to speculate and discuss non-stop. The final result is of course that this black shadow is very important. From various signs at the scene, this black shadow Shadow may be a hunter who specializes in killing vampires.

The result of the final discussion was that I was converted to a regular position, and because very few people knew about this incident, I directly became a member of the vampire investigation team established by the hospital.

"Why didn't you call the police?" I was a little puzzled. Since someone died, the police must intervene?

"This is not something you should care about." The man said vaguely and secondly. At that time, I didn't know that I had actually been thrown out by the hospital as a bait.

However, the WC in the hospital didn't monitor it. They didn't know that my blood didn't seem to be favored by the vampire man in the sick suit. The man in the sick suit said that I was chosen by him. Is he that black shadow? What is the identity of that shadow, is it really a guessed vampire hunter?

I couldn't help but rubbed my forehead, walked out of the dean's office, and went to the emergency department to confirm on the way. It turned out that the woman just now really died.

"Then may I ask, how did that woman die just now?" Excessive bleeding? Impossible, as a nurse, I still understand that even if she lost a little too much blood just now, she still wouldn't die, right?

"Infectious disease." The doctor I asked answered with a evasive expression, but I knew that the matter was far more than that simple.

I even began to suspect that the hospital deliberately killed the injured, why? Stretching out his hand to scratch his hair, the image of a large number of zombies in the United States flashed in his mind. Could it be that people who are afraid of being bitten will become vampires?

Thinking of this answer, I shook my head in disbelief. The hospital is a place to save lives and heal the wounded, so I shouldn't do such a beastly thing, right? And the wrist of the woman just now seemed to be scratched by the man in the sick suit.

But why didn't the man in the sick suit bite?

His head hurts, and the more he thinks about it, the more confused he becomes. From the emergency department to the super VIP ward, Yi Nikolai has already finished transfusing all the liquids, and the needle in his hand has also been pulled out, because no hemostasis has been done, and there is still some blood left on the back of his hand. The cracked blood made me frown uncontrollably.

Seeing me walk in, Yi Nikolai said, "The liquid has been lost, should I return my phone now?"

"No, as I said before, until you are fully recovered and discharged from the hospital, I will temporarily keep your mobile phone." I just finished speaking, and then a voice next to me spoke a little excitedly.

"F*ck, my fuck, my big fuck, my eyes must be broken, otherwise how could my president compromise on a nurse? This is unscientific, too unscientific, and my president's eccentricity of not letting women get close It’s not been a day or two, is it better now?”

I turned my head to look at the person who was speaking, sitting on the sofa in the ward, and grinning at me, just now I was only focused on Yi Nikolai, and I didn't notice that there were other people in the ward.

"May I ask who you are?" I asked, this person seemed to be very familiar with Yi Nikolai, who was a bad fart on the hospital bed.

I saw the man standing up and walking towards me, he extended his hand politely and said, "Hello, I am the assistant to my president, you can call me Lucian."

"Hello." I stretched out my hand to hold it in embarrassment, but the next second, I found that Lucian's hand seemed to be kneading mine restlessly, and his lips widened, "No wonder my president allowed You touch it, it feels so good."

My face was successfully flushed to the neck because of Lucian's words, and a surge of anger rose in my heart. Is this person very annoying? But after I squeezed my fist, I could only give him a fierce hateful look.

It was someone lying on the hospital bed, whose tone became extremely cold, "Do you want to be sent to Africa?"