Zhou Congwen does bedtime exercises at home.

Liu Xiaobi was happily eating with a candied haw. She seemed to be unable to hear the buzzing sound of the grinding diamonds, and she did not pay any attention to Zhou Congwen's concentrating expression.

One of her legs was placed on the chair, her chin was placed on her knees, and she happily licked the candy wax outside the candy haws, looking at Zhou Congwen's back.

Twenty-five minutes, Zhou Congwen finished his bedtime exercise and handed over an egg with a complete word "write" with needlework.

"Here, a little gift for you." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"That's it?"

"What if it's otherwise?"

"When will you write the word Liu on it?"

"There are too many strokes, so I don't think it's good to write." Zhou Congwen explained, "Actually, I practiced calligraphy when I was a child, but later I found that I didn't have enough time to write medical records every stroke, so the more I wrote the calligraphy, the more I lost it."

"Don't explain, explanation is to cover up." Liu Xiaobing glanced at Zhou Congwen with contempt and said with a smile, "By the way, I heard that the hospital is full of yin energy. Is this true?"

"No, nonsense."

"Oh? Is there any haunted story about your hospital? Let me tell you one of you going back to sleep."

"..." Zhou Congwen knew that Liu Xiaobie did it on purpose.

Although she would not talk about the awkward experience in the haunted house in person, she always pretended to mention the "peripherals" of that matter inadvertently, embarrassing herself.

"Cough cough." Zhou Congwen coughed twice, and while cleaning the drill, he said, "Actually, the yin energy in the hospital is a bit heavy, but we are used to it. For example, there is a chair in our department, which is worn and covered with water stains."

Liu Xiaobe looked at Zhou Congwen with his big eyes, his face full of smiles.

Her fair and jade-like skin and the red candied haws form a sharp contrast in color, like a colorful painting.

"You know, there are some patients in our department who have late cancer and are on the verge of death shortly after the surgery. Our hospital has no oncology department, and patients are all spending late hospice care in our department.

Is lung cancer? I ended up suffering a little. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t lie down, so I could only sit down.”

“Many old patients died while sitting on that chair.”

"Later one day, one of our nurses said that she saw the old man who had died in beds 1-3 on the chair and greeted her with a smile. She was frightened and the haunted story of our Cory spread."

"Really or not?" Liu Xiaobie asked.

"I don't know, I heard what Shen Lang said." Zhou Congwen was busy and said "carelessly".

"What happened later?"

"I moved the chair back to the doctor's duty room and sat on the chair to ask Shen Lang if the old man 1-3 was in this position."

"Hahaha."

"What's so funny?" Zhou Congwen glanced at Liu Xiaobi.

"You are so cowardly, how dare you pretend to be bold?" Liu Xiaobing asked for a candied haws fiercely.

Zhou Congwen sighed. He must study brain surgery in the future and find a way to delete memories. Liu Xiaobing always mentioned the memories of the haunted house that day. This was a useless fragment for him, and he cut it off directly.

"What happened later?" Liu Xiaobing asked vaguely.

"Later, the chair was placed in the duty room. Everyone was a little uncomfortable at first, but then no one cared. Didn't Zi say that it was strange and insane? Confucius said."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and talk about the key points."

"The point is that one morning I went to work, Shen Lang told me that he was sitting on a chair in the middle of the night to conceive a novel, and suddenly he heard the phone ringing."

"The nurse was startled after answering the phone and asked Shen Lang to go. The phone was called from the laboratory department and said that the blood sample we just sent was clotting and asked another sample to be sent."

"Hmm?" Liu Xiaobie gradually substituted it, a little confused, "Shen Lang didn't send blood samples, or was the nurse sending the wrong one? Besides, the laboratory accidentally contaminated the blood samples?"

"No. There were no emergency patients in our department at that time, and there were no patients who were too serious, so no blood samples were sent at all. Shen Lang and the doctor in the laboratory department called to verify the patient's name. The patient had been dead for more than a month."

"What happened later, what happened later?" Liu Xiaobi began to become interested.

"Shen Lang was startled and didn't sleep well all night after hanging up the phone."

"He didn't go to the laboratory department to check what was going on?" Liu Xiaobie was stunned.

"No, although Shen Lang is gossipy, he is timid. Besides, what if he goes out to the department and suddenly comes to the emergency department?"

"This kind of haunted story is not good."

After packing up the drill, Zhou Congwen glanced at Liu Xiaobie, and didn't know why this girl was so brave.

"By the way, is this house a haunted house true or not?"

"Yo? Do you still remember?" Liu Xiaobei smiled very happily.

"Of course, I have inquired about it with the landlord, but I haven't heard of it." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"My mother dare not tell you, are you afraid you won't rent it? If you didn't rent this house, you wouldn't be able to rent it out for the rest of your life."

"Breaking a word." Zhou Congwen said, "But the house was indeed haunted a few days ago."

Liu Xiaobi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I grind a few eggs before going to bed, and suddenly I heard the sound of an adult scolding the child in the buzzing sound. I didn't pay attention at the time, and thought it was the neighbor next door."

"What's going on later!"

"Similar things have happened for many days in a row, and the sound is not far away. It's just near this table, and I can hear it very clearly."

Liu Xiaobi's eyes were as bright as stars. Zhou Congwen could see that her pupils on both sides were as bright as the circle, which was sensitive to light reflection.

"I had no choice but to ask the landlord and aunt to ask for the homework you wrote when you were a child." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Your handwriting when you were a child is really ugly."

Liu Xiaobi's face suddenly became particularly ugly. His white teeth were biting on the candied haws, as if they were biting Zhou Congwen's body, and he wanted to bite off a piece of meat in one bite.

"I think it's because the evil spirits are not dissipating, so I burned the summer homework to which company." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "They will stop making trouble. By the way, if that ghost is grateful to you, maybe you will find ghost coins under your pillow after you wake up recently."

"Tsk, that's it?"

Liu Xiaobi's face looked a little bad. Zhou Congwen thought it should be enough, and he didn't think about scary jokes to tell her.

"Okay, it's time to go to bed after listening to the story. Tell me how old you are, you won't sleep if you don't coax it."

Liu Xiaobie seemed a little absent-minded and pulled her slippers away.

When she arrived at the door, she looked back at Zhou Congwen, "Zhou Congwen, the water department of the group company has newly introduced a German water purification system. The technology is very advanced and it is necessary to make pure water."
Chapter completed!