But at this time, Wan Zhihua seemed to have opened up the conversation. Seeing Wu Xiangdong's disbelief, he took out a card from his pocket and placed it in front of him.

"Don't believe it yet. I just asked for this card from the temple. It has the same effect as the luck beads and jade pendant. It can help me have good luck again and again, and it will not cause illness."

The card in Wan Zhihua's hand is no different from the ones he usually asks for. The only difference is that there are two lines of words artificially written on the left and right sides of the card.

"Can I have peace at night and peace in my dreams?"

Wu Xiangdong's eyebrows were slightly raised, with a somewhat disgusted expression: "I'm afraid you wrote this word by your own hand. The drawing looks like a ghost charm, which is as ugly as possible."

I saw these two lines of characters, of varying lengths and sizes, crookedly like two black earthworms crawling on the card.

"You don't know something right now." Wan Zhihua looked unconcerned and even said with some pride: "This card was originally written to Xie Sha at night. Of course, the handwriting must be scrawled. The only way is to do it like this

, so that I can get the protection of the God of Night Shift, which can make me feel safe and sound when working the night shift."

At this time, Wan Zhihua didn't look like an intellectual at all. This nagging look was very similar to those of later generations who wandered the streets and alleys selling sacred objects, which made Wu Xiangdong feel speechless.

However, Wan Zhihua kept introducing the "things to note" when working the night shift, as if he were on the receiving end of blood.

"You know you can't order late-night snacks at night. It will make you busier and busier. Fruits related to busyness, such as mangoes, are absolutely taboo. You can't eat them even if they are given to you, otherwise you will be busy all night.

No sleep."

Hearing his remarks, Wu Xiangdong couldn't help but feel a little funny: "It seems that you were the most enthusiastic about the late night snack just now. If you really follow what you said, then you don't need to eat anything at night and you will be hungry every day at work."

"That's wrong!" Wan Zhihua waved his hand, as if he had expected Wu Xiangdong to say this. Then he stretched out a finger and said mysteriously: "Actually, there is something. When you were working the night shift,

You can eat whatever you want and as much as you want."

"Is there such a thing?"

Wu Xiangdong became somewhat interested as soon as these words came out. Just when he was guessing what it was that Wan Zhihua could praise so much, the latter suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Of course it's dumplings. As the name suggests, it means sleeping. When you eat more at night, you will definitely sleep well and solidly in this night shift."

This is Wan Zhihua's personal experience. He ate dumplings in the previous class and had a calm night and slept until dawn.

And because he didn't eat during this set of classes, he kept doing sit-ups and get-ups in bed all night long. He could even get up five or six times in half an hour. Those who didn't know better thought he had a problem with his prostate. Otherwise,

Why do you keep getting up in the middle of the night?

"According to what you said, do you have to eat dumplings every night during the night shift?" Seeing that Wan Zhihua said something so outrageous, Wu Xiangdong also began to worry a little.

Perhaps seeing Wu Xiangdong's expression, Wan Zhihua nodded and said, "You are absolutely right. Eating it is definitely better than not eating it."

After that, he patted his chest again and said to Wu Xiangdong: "Xiangdong, if we work night shifts together again in the future, you can come to me anytime if you want to eat dumplings."

"Although we don't know other skills, we still know how to make dumplings with fillings." Seeing Wan Zhihua's confident look, Wu Xiangdong was completely speechless after seeing him.

Working the night shift is really harmful. Look at the man in front of you who has been working the night shift for more than 20 years. Not only is his head bald from the hard work, he even seems to have mental problems.

"Hurry up and put away your own amulets. You keep making these fancy and useless things all day long."

"Don't believe it. If you really can't leave after a while, it's your fault." Even so, Wan Zhihua still put the amulet back into his pocket with some disappointment.

But just as they walked to the entrance of the emergency room, they saw a dark shadow not far away running towards them, accompanied by the creaking sound of the car chain driving the gears, instantly breaking the peaceful night.

In the dark night, a sharp cry suddenly sounded, "Doctor, is there a doctor? Please help my dad, he seems to be dying!"

The shrill scream revealed incomparable pain. This slightly hoarse scream was as heart-stopping as Meng Jiangnu crying over the Great Wall.

"What's going on?!" When Wu Xiangdong heard this, he set off immediately. He followed the voice and walked towards the dark night. He saw a girl staring at the tricycle, looking very anxious at this time.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with long black hair, a pair of ponytails, and a pair of large-framed glasses.

When Wu Xiangdong appeared in her field of vision, the girl seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and immediately rushed off the tricycle and ran towards him.

She grabbed Wu Xiangdong's arm and shouted: "Doctor, are you a doctor?"

When Wu Xiangdong nodded, the girl was relieved, and then shouted: "Doctor, please save my dad, he is dying!"

The girl could no longer hold on anymore. Big tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was crying so hard that she was out of breath even when she spoke. Apparently she was suffering from respiratory alkalosis due to excessive grief.

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"Don't panic. Where is the patient?" Wu Xiangdong comforted the woman and looked around. The entire environment was dark, and there was no trace of the old man at all.

Wu Xiangdong frowned. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't diagnose the patient's disease out of thin air without seeing the patient.

"My dad is on the tricycle. He, he can't even speak." As Wu Xiangdong asked, the girl who was crying finally came to her senses. She quickly pointed to the tricycle behind her and replied.

"Okay!" Wu Xiangdong didn't dare to delay, and he immediately ran towards the tricycle not far away.

Because it was too late and the lights in front of the emergency department were too dim, Wu Xiangdong did not notice the patient on the tricycle in the distance.

When he got closer, sure enough, there was a dying old man lying in the back pocket of the tricycle.

Wu Xiangdong saw this and rushed over. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the patient lying on the tricycle. His face was gray and his whole body was stiff. The exposed skin had no trace of blood.

"The situation is not good!" Wu Xiangdong's heart sank when he saw this scene, and he quickly patted the old man's shoulder.

"Old man, wake up! Old man, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!