Although the appearance of that house was a bit strange, as the raindrops were falling, Mo Chen and the other two had to ignore this problem and run directly to the house to shelter from the rain.

It was a four-story low building. Judging from the color of the wall, it looked like gray and occasionally had a trace of copper on the wall. It looked extraordinary.

The building is well preserved. At least when the buildings around it are crooked, only one corner of the roof of this four-story building has been shaved off at the same time, and the steel bars in the wall are exposed at the fracture.

The rest of the walls were almost not damaged much.

Mo Chen and the other two came nearby. Only the door frame of Bai Gang was left at the entrance of the building, which was stubbornly closed, and the original glass on it had already been shaken to pieces when it exploded.

Li Chao stepped forward a few steps and divided the two white steel door frames into each of them. Then Mo Chen drove the sprinkler truck directly into the spacious door.

As soon as Mo Chen and the other two settled, the rain became heavier and heavier, and a new rainstorm began.

Mo Chen tried to move the car close to it so that when the wind blew, he would not pour rain onto the car.

The three of them settled their cars and, while ensuring safety, set up a fire, and then they had to have free time. Looking closely, where was this place once.

When looking outside, the building is really not big, and it can be entered, but it cannot deny its spaciousness.

On the entire first floor, Mo Chen and the others entered the building door, which happened to be in the middle.

At the base of the inner wall, corresponding to it is a two-meter-long bar, a three-dimensional triangle KT board, which fell to the ground next to the bar, and there are three big words clearly written on the KT board - triage desk.

On the right side of the entrance, close to the innermost wall, there is a building room.

In the opposite direction, there are some metal partitions, which are pasted on the signs outside the partition, and the words "payment office" and "pharmacy" are recorded separately.

"What kind of hospital is this? Do you still have an impression?" Mo Chen asked Li Chao.

Li Chao thought about it, but finally shook his head, "I don't remember there is a hospital here, but... I'm not a living map. The big streets are quite familiar, and I don't know about small doors or small households."

Mo Chen nodded. Just looking at the dilapidation of the walls of this building, as well as the styles of decorations such as floor tiles, stairs, etc., we told outsiders that this is a very old and has a very sluggish hospital.

Mo Chen speculated that there was a reason why this hospital was not very prosperous before.

According to the current conditions, most hospitals with better business are constantly expanding, decorating and adding advanced instruments.

The building of the outpatient department is getting taller and taller, and the decoration is becoming more luxurious.

Although hospitals are a place to cure diseases and save lives, in the final analysis, they also require profit and money-making business.

Otherwise, there are so many medical staff in a hospital, what should we point to to eat and survive?

Mo Chen walked past the pharmacy door, and some medicines were still neatly placed in their original positions.

Mo Chen picked up a medicine casually and took a look at the name on it. A large string of English letters mixed with numbers, which were listed in the name column.

Mo Chen frowned, but he really didn't understand. He threw the medicine back.

The pharmacy desk was filled with thick stacks of documents, as well as some scattered notes, and the file bags were scattered on the ground.

Out of curiosity, Mo Chen squatted on the ground and sorted out the documents on the ground.

Just as he sorted out a few pieces of paper, Mo Chen couldn't help but say "Hmm?"

It was a drug inventory list, and Mo Chen accidentally saw an English word "tramadol".

This familiar name of medicine reminded Mo Chen of a problematic boy he took over in the second year of his entry into psychological diagnosis and treatment.

The boy was only 17 years old and was taken to Mo Chen's clinic by his parents. When Mo Chen saw the child, he thought his parents had taken him to the wrong place.

Because the child looked quite tired, his face turned pale and his lips turned pale, and he looked very sick.

After his parents' explanation, Mo Chen finally figured out that the child had taken banned drugs for a long time and turned himself into a state of being neither human nor ghost.

The child's parents couldn't bear to send their son to a drug rehabilitation center, so they sent him to Mo Chen. They thought their son had a mental illness, so they took those forbidden drugs.

Mo Chen remembered that the child was taking the drug "tramadol" on the inventory list.

This medicine is used for various moderate to severe acute and chronic pain, cancer pain, fractures, or various postoperative pain, toothache, joint pain, neuralgia, etc.

It has a name that is most familiar to people - tramadol.

Tramadol, which was originally used for analgesic pain, has now been listed as a banned drug. Except for large-scale surgeries or patients with advanced cancer, it will be specially distributed by the hospital. Ordinary people cannot buy it even if they want to.

This is originally a hospital, and it is not a strange thing to have this kind of medicine in the pharmacy, but the number on the inventory list is too amazing.

5000 boxes!!!

What kind of hospital is this? Why does it store so much tramadol?

Immediately, Mo Chen hurriedly searched through many documents on the ground, and he found other inventory lists. In addition to some anti-inflammatory drugs that he did not recognize or were ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs, he actually found other drugs that were also listed in the ranks of banned drugs.

Another inventory list reads - Compound Codeine phosphate syrup, and the note at the end says applicable symptoms, suitable for coughs caused by colds, influenza and other diseases.

But...Fe? This term flashed in Mo Chen's mind. The boy he treated also had the name of medicine mentioned to Mo Chen.

"Old Mo!"

Mo Chen turned around when he heard the sound, and Li Chao came over and said, "What are you looking at?"

Mo Chen Yangyang took the warehouse receipt in his hand, "This hospital seems to have some problems."

Li Chao leaned closer and glanced at him, shouting, "I'm c! I'm selling dog meat with a sheep's head!"

"What does it mean?" Mo Chen asked.

Li Chao shrugged his shoulders, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, "It's very simple! I'll sell medicine illegally in private under the hospital sign. You won't know this, right? Is the old hat?"

Mo Chen didn't say anything, turned around and stepped into the charging room next door, and Li Chao followed him curiously.

In the cabinet at the charging room, there is a safe and four round dials embedded, which competently protect the things inside.

With a bang, Li Chao kicked the drawer on the cashier, revealing the pink and green banknotes inside.

Li Chao sighed and smiled wickedly, "Hey! Lao Mo, we're rich."

Mo Chen glanced at him, and focused all his attention on the bills below the cash register, and casually said, "Everyone is dead, what do you want money?"

"Oh...so." Li Chao sighed depressedly and brought the drawer with him.
Chapter completed!