Looking at the back of the old man going away, Xiaoyuan frowned slightly.

Jinghai People's Hospital.

In the lounge outside the intensive care unit, Zhang Yuanqing was sitting on a high-back chair, with a freshly eaten lunch box and canned beer on the table.

"Captain Wei, how long has it been since you were promoted to Saint, why haven't you been promoted to Deacon yet?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of iced Coke and looked at the man opposite.

The entire floor of the special care ward has been emptied, ordinary patients have been transferred to other wards, and official walkers have been arranged to guard the corridors and elevator entrances.

The insightful Guan Ya took over the monitoring room of the hospital, while Little Green Tea was in the nearby ward, using props to monitor the surrounding movement.

Just waiting for the murderer to arrive, everyone will attack him together.

Wei Yuanzhou was turning a can of beer in his hand, and smiled, "To be promoted to a deacon, you have to achieve more than three C-level meritorious service, or one B-level meritorious service. Everyone says that B-level meritorious service is life-changing, and A-level meritorious service can only be achieved by elders." Obtained. You are a genius, and you don't understand the bitterness of ordinary practitioners."

"No, no, no, my meritorious deeds are also traded for my life." Zhang Yuanqing retorted and said with emotion:

"I thought you, like Long Live the White Tiger, said that you didn't want to get along with others, so you were excluded."

Wei Yuanzhou said seriously:

"Holding your body is the bottom line. I really don't fit in well, but I can't say I was excluded. As long as you concentrate on doing things, the organization will always notice you. It just takes time."

"I'm superficial, I punish myself with a cup." Zhang Yuanqing lifted the can of Coke.

He admired this gentle God of Plague who cared about his feathers, and was considering whether to dig him to Songhai. Although his meritorious service was not enough, he would not be able to be a deacon in Songhai, but he could recommend him to Fu Qingyang and let Wei Yuanzhou be the patrol captain.

Because the patrol team chases the wanted criminals, it is more suitable for accumulating meritorious service. When the meritorious service is accumulated enough in the future, Wei Yuanzhou can return to Jinghai City to serve as a deacon.

It is still very difficult to serve as a deacon in Songhai. As a municipality directly under the Central Government, Songhai usually has level 5 or level 6 saints as deacons.

Level 4 is not much.

Wei Yuanzhou raised the beer can with a smile and took a sip with him.

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Captain Wei, have you considered?"

Suddenly, Xie Lingxi's urgent voice came from the headset:

"Brother Yuanshi, I heard the colleagues patrolling in the corridor fell to the ground. There was a brief sound of fighting. Their heartbeats are still there. They are not dead, they are just in a coma."

The attackers really came! When did Guan Ya sneak into the hospital, why didn't Guan Ya warn, there was no surveillance in the corridor, he chose to clear out the enemies in the corridor first, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly got up.

Wei Yuanzhou on the opposite side of the table also put down the beer can, with a serious expression on his face.

He was also wearing a headset and heard Xie Lingxi's words.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the headset and said:

"Did you hear the attacker's footsteps? Where is it?"

Xie Lingxi's voice came: "He's here, he's coming to our floor. Hmm."

The voice in the headset stopped abruptly, replaced by the cooing of Little Green Tea.

In the next second, Zhang Yuanqing and Wei Yuanzhou at the round table felt their legs go limp, their heads were dizzy, and their bodies felt intensely tired and sleepy. JrNovels.com