In the ward of the Army General Hospital
The comic convention was like a zombie coming back to life; I opened my eyes and sat up abruptly.
"Holy shit!"
Because her head was wrapped in gauze and she had an IV drip in her hand, she pulled the needle out too quickly, and small beads of blood kept flowing out.
The nurse was terrified. "Wake up, wake up, are you awake?"
After observing the comic convention for a while, he lay back down, his thoughts gathering. "The one surnamed Zhao, Little Moon? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!"
After calling for a while without getting a response, the anime convention worker hurriedly put on his shoes, shouting, "I want to be discharged! I want to be discharged!"
Hou Taotao was carrying dinner and had just reached the door when the comic convention organizers rushed out and almost bumped into her.
After a moment of stunned silence, he tried calling out, "Tao... Brother?"
Hou Taotao, his chubby body full of questions, asked, "President Man, what are you doing? When did you wake up?"
Swallowing hard, the anime convention worker asked, "He just woke up. Where's Zhao Xiaoyue?"
He prayed silently that nothing bad would happen.
"The captain went out this morning and hasn't come back. He didn't even take his phone."
The anime convention worker clutched his hair, exclaiming, "Oh no! Tao-ge, get someone there right now! Hurry! If we're too late, something terrible will happen!"
The anime convention worker was extremely anxious. When that guy went berserk, he could really kill. Don't be fooled by his usual muddle-headedness; once he had an episode, his mind would become incredibly meticulous.
There was a huge LCD TV in the hospital corridor, broadcasting a news report.
In the wealthy area of the Third Ring Road, a villa in the Weishui Palace villa district caught fire. Fortunately, none of the owners were home, except for the daughter, who seemed to have been knocked unconscious by the smoke and was rushed to the hospital.
The scene was chaotic, and it took firefighters several hours to extinguish the fire.
The man at the comic convention nervously asked the receptionist, "Do you know which booth caught fire?"
The nurse sighed regretfully, "I heard her surname was Wang. Tsk tsk, that little girl was probably cooking when she started the fire. Look, the news even said her fingers were cut off by a knife, the cuts were clean. Tsk tsk tsk, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, she must have been in excruciating pain."
I almost fainted at the comic convention. What should I do? I'm in an unfamiliar place. What if someone dies?
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