Super Dragon Evolution: 72 Follow the bottle and feel the melon

Wen Zilong knew that the hospital could not stay any longer.

Otherwise, if someone finds out, just close the refrigerator door and it will be a turtle in the urn, and it will be impossible to escape.

But if you leave like this, isn't it a waste of the remaining 100 bags of blood to stay here?

Wen Zilong thought about it and decided to move all the blood out.

For a bat, this is a huge project.

Sleeping in the refrigerator until late at night, after Dongfang Zimo on duty fell asleep for two shots, Wen Zilong quietly opened the refrigerator door.

Then grabbed two bags of blood, flapped his wings and came to the door.

I pressed the password to open the door with my mouth, flew out of the refrigerator compartment, and flew outside through the open window of the office.

Grabbing these two bags of blood, he flew out about 500 meters and found the roof of a building.

Almost no one comes up here all year round.

Wen Zilong put the two bags of blood on the roof and returned to the hospital.

He was like a girl busy picking up customers, running back and forth fifty times before finally transporting all the blood out.

Besides, in order not to let anyone find out that he did it by himself, he put all the feces and hair into an empty blood bag and shipped it out.

"Call—"

Lying on the roof, Wen Zilong let out a breath.

Damn, I'm exhausted.

How can you be so tired if your harem is here?

If it weren't for the blood, I wouldn't do this kind of physical work if I was killed.

Stop talking, let's talk about the bag of blood first.

Slashed open a bag of blood with his paw, lay on it, and drank it like a cold beer.

After drinking two bags, he yawned and lay in the middle of the blood bag and fell asleep.

Surrounded by a pile of food, lying on the roof, blowing a small breeze.

On such days, I don’t want to change for a beauty.

Of course, it depends on whether this beauty belongs to the king or platinum level.

……

The next morning, around eight o'clock.

Dongfang Zimo is eating steamed buns and drinking porridge.

At this moment, a nurse hurriedly walked in: "Doctor Dongfang, there is a patient who needs blood transfusion, I..."

"Register yourself and get it yourself."

Dongfang Zimo said impatiently.

The nurse hurriedly registered, and then entered the cold storage room.

But the moment she opened the refrigerator in the freezer, she was stupid.

Dongfang Zimo outside heard that there was no movement inside, and was a little confused, and was about to ask.

Just listen to the nurse inside say: "Doctor Dongfang, blood... where's blood?"

"Isn't it in the refrigerator?"

Dongfangzi Modao.

"But...there is nothing in the refrigerator."

"How is it possible?"

Dongfang Zimo was a little angry, put half of the steamed buns on the table, and walked into the refrigerator.

Walking and saying: "I can't wait to be here 24 hours a day. You told me that there is nothing in the refrigerator? Is it possible that those blood bags will grow wings and fly by themselves..."

When I reached this point, the following words came to an abrupt end.

It's like a basketball commentator. When commenting on the key ball, he was full of enthusiasm, blushing with a thick neck, and wishing that he could not stand up to the sky when he was suddenly pinched by the little brother.

And his pair of eyes stared like a cow who saw a bull in heat.

"This...this..."

……

At twelve noon, the dean's office.

Dongfang Zimo, who has always been in the wind in Yushu, is full of poems and songs, but at this time is like a defeated pheasant, or like a little brother who has been pinched for a day, just let go. Radiant.

He stands dejectedly in the middle of the dean's office.

The dean frowned and knocked on the table:

"Dongfang, Dongfang, what do you want me to say? I put you in the hospital because of your relationship with your dad. If you do it well, this will give me a long face and your dad. But you What? The last time you had a medical accident, people asked you to suspend your job to reflect on it. I put you in the blood bank because I rejected all the opinions. I expected you to reflect on it, and I will find a chance to transfer you back. You are good, one The living man was guarding 200 bags of blood, and he could lose it to Shou!"

"Dean, I work the night shift and spend the entire night in the office. No one entered the cold storage room at all, and disappeared somehow. This is exactly how long has it been to come and dream, and how long has it been? Find a place."

Dongfang Zimo is still quibbling.

The dean suddenly felt a big head when he heard that he was doing lewd poems again:

"Don't **** with you anymore. A 400cc bag of 800 pieces of blood, 200 bags is 160,000. Who is responsible for this loss?"

When Dongfang Zimo heard this, his body trembled slightly.

160,000, this is not a small sum.

"Dean, you know that I have always been breezy with two sleeves, my bag is empty..."

"Okay. In terms of my relationship with your dad, you only need to pay 100,000 yuan. I will transfer the remaining 60,000 yuan from the hospital funds."

Even though Dongfang Zimo's face was bitter, the 160,000 yuan instantly became 100,000. He was still very grateful to the dean: "Thank you dean, thank you dean!"

I don’t know the dean’s next sentence, but it made him feel like falling into the ice cellar: "But you will not use it for work in the future."

"Huh?"

Dongfang Zimo didn't react for a while, and the whole person was stunned.

The dean gave him a cold look: "Why? With such a big incident, you don't think you can stay in the hospital?"

"I..."

Dongfang Zimo was poured down like a basin of footwashing water, and a part of it flowed into the mouth, and the whole person suddenly lost energy.

At the same time, the hospital also reported the case.

Through the county public security bureau's on-site survey, no clues such as fingerprints were found.

Wen Zilong has learned from the last time, his anti-reconnaissance ability has been improved a lot.

Clean up all the hair, feces and the like before leaving, leaving them no clues at all.

Because this blood bank has just been put into use, it hasn't had time to install a camera, so there is no way to call for monitoring.

For a time, the theft of the blood bank became a pending case.

……

Furthermore, in the past two days, Wen Zilong was on the top of the building, and it was a comfortable life.

I ate and slept and ate, nothing to do with the moon and a small breeze.

Occasionally, I go to Wen Yuqi to see her.

Five days have passed since this day.

Five days later, Wen Zilong has sucked up all the blood.

He could feel that he was one step closer to being promoted to level 10.

Sucking human blood is indeed much stronger than sucking the blood of other animals.

It seems that you have to find another blood bank, preferably a large blood bank in the city or even in the province, and maybe you can be promoted to level 10.

But it has been ten days since I went back. I don’t know what’s going on with my parents and whether the people at Hongmen are disadvantaged.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong flew towards Longshou Village.

When I returned to Longshou Village, it was around one in the morning.

Wen Zilong came out of the window, probed it with thermal induction, and found that his parents were safe, and he was relieved.

Thinking of the last time, Wen Zilong was slightly annoyed.

If the Song Dynasty celadon plum bottle is not sold, the safety of the family will not be guaranteed, and I will not be able to live a pig-raising life with peace of mind.

It seems that I have to think of a way and find an opportunity to let my father deal with that Song Dynasty plum bottle.

Wen Zilong is a very realistic person.

The plum bottle of the Song Dynasty and the secret of the greatness are not as important as fate in his opinion.

If you lose your life, what's the use of the big secret that day?

While thinking, he saw a Wuling Hongguang slowly stopping at the entrance of the village.

Longshou Village is a relatively remote village. At night, there is almost no human activity.

How could a car suddenly stop at the entrance of Longshou Village?

Wen Zilong's heart was like a young girl with a spring in her arms. With a slight movement, she lay on the branch and stared at the Chinese **** car.