In the hospital bathroom, Karen was washing his hands. He didn't feel dirty, nor did he feel sick. People who have really taken care of the elderly or accompanied patients in the hospital can only call these things ordinary.

After walking out of the bathroom and returning to the ward, the golden retriever was taking a nap and Alfred also fell asleep.

Karen stood leaning against the wall, head lowered, recalling the scene of the gunman shooting and the subsequent explosion on the tram in his mind.

Because I had put up multiple layers of defense on myself from the beginning, blocking my line of sight, it was unrealistic to recall how thrilling it was, but this incident proved from the side the skills that Pu'er and Kevin selected for me to learn.

How practical is the law?

Alfred was blown up like this, but basically nothing happened to him, and even the little girl who was eating crispy potato chips was fine.

After all, Karen would rather be the one who helps apply the "ointment" than lying down and receiving the "ointment" herself.

Maintaining this posture, Karen was in a daze for a long time. It was not because he was tired, but because he simply wanted to relax.

After coming back to his senses, Karen opened the door to the ward. He was going to buy some food. He didn't know if the hospital had a canteen, so he had to confirm it first.

"Hello, where is Mr. Alfred's ward?"

"Sili." Karen waved to the nurse's desk and called.

"Master."

When Hilly saw Karen, she ran over immediately, with beads of sweat on her forehead and Pu'er sitting on her shoulders.

…

"Master, please go home and rest first. I will stay here to take care of Mr. Alfred."

"You take the money, and you may need to pay more. In addition, you can hire another caregiver to take your turn."

"There is no need for a nurse, I am just a maid. This is what I should do."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Master, please go home and rest quickly. On your clothes..."

"I told you, it's the sauce."

"But it also looks scary."

"Okay, I'll go back right now."

Karen glanced at Alfred who was lying on the hospital bed. Kevin's urine could not have such an exaggerated effect as "withered bones and raw flesh", but it solved the infection problem. All he had to do was follow the normal treatment process.

As long as the wound recovers, large-scale burns can turn into "skin wounds", which is already a gift from God.

Well, it is truly a gift from God.

"Master, I will try to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible." Alfred looked at Karen and said.

"Stay a few more days and take good care of yourself. As you said, it's best not to replace parts."

Karen walked out of the ward, with Pu'er sitting on her shoulders and Kevin at her feet.

"Stupid dog left a note at home. Although it was written in dog crawl, I could barely understand it." Pu'er said, "Xili is actually literate. I didn't say anything and just took a taxi."

"Well, thank you for your hard work this time, Kevin."

"Woof!"

Karen arrived at the entrance of the hospital and happened to see two hearses parked facing each other on the roadside at the entrance. The proprietress in a red sweater was arguing with the driver of the other party.

Peake and Dincom rolled up their sleeves and competed with the two guys opposite.

It should be about the ownership of the "guests". The content of the quarrel is that Pavaro Funeral Society stole the order from others.

In fact, various funeral services companies in a city have clear "spheres of influence" just like a dog urinating on a telephone pole. Especially "client centers" such as hospitals and nursing homes basically have long-term

Cooperation objects.

There will be competition among funeral societies, but this kind of direct "grabbing for orders" rarely occurs.

Because in the funeral industry, the lowest limit is the cremation company, and what the funeral company does is "high profit". In the competition with each other, lowering the profit will be even more uneconomical. Therefore, peers will

There is such a tacit understanding.

But it is obvious that Pavaro Funeral Society is destroying this tacit understanding. According to the other party, they failed to send the guest in to rescue and confirmed that he was dead. As a result, after walking around the hospital, Pavaro Funeral Society came

, and directly deceived the family members into carrying the "guest" into their own hearse.

The quarrel continues;

Karen saw Mr. Pavarro standing in the distance smoking a cigarette alone, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

"You guys stay here for a while," Karen said.

Pu'er jumped off Karen's shoulder. This time, it didn't land directly on Kevin.

Karen walked up to Pavaro. Kevin had previously brought five thousand reals in cash. Karen left two thousand reals for Hilly and still had three thousand on hand.

But considering that he had to take a taxi back, Karen took out two 100-denominated reals and put them back in his pocket, then walked to Mr. Pavarro with the remaining money.

"Huh?" Pavaro saw Karen walking over.

"This is the money you helped me advance, and the rest is the fare. The money my family just sent is not a lot. After a while, I will bring gifts and cash to express my solemn gratitude."

Although Mrs. Pavarro asked and hinted in the hearse whether she had church coupons, in any case, it was someone who helped send Alfred to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible.

In addition, Mr. Pavaro also paid for his medical expenses.

The more help there is between "strangers", the more we need to remember other people's feelings.

Mr. Pavarro first glanced at his wife who was still quarreling over there, took a step forward to block Karen, then grabbed the money in Karen's hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Mouthing in his mouth:

"This is my private money that I hid to eat snacks."

However, just like this, Mr. Pavaro seemed to have figured out the specific amount and said directly:

"Okay, okay, the ambulance fee is enough, you don't need to thank me for anything else, it's too much trouble."

"It's different, we should still formally thank you." Karen insisted.

Mr. Pavarro smashed his mouth and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He silently took out the cigarette case, poured out two cigarettes, clamped one of them and handed it to Karen.

"Sorry sir, I don't smoke."

"Oh."

Mr. Pavarro laughed, lit another one himself, and said, "How is your boss?"

"Rescued."

"That's embarrassing." Mr. Pavarro sighed, "You can find a way to contact your boss's friends. Maybe there will be something you can do."

"Thank you for the reminder."

The quarrel over there continued, and the family members of the deceased also came over.

The proprietress shouted: "What do you mean by stealing your customers? Do you know who was the first to arrive at the scene of the accident? It was the hearse of our funeral society, but we were not in a hurry to attract customers, but were looking for those dying patients."

Time to send it to the hospital for rescue!

It’s just you people who only think about your guests. I think you wish your guests would die in the middle of the journey!”

Karen took the initiative to step forward and bow to the landlady:

"Thank you for your help, the doctor was able to complete the rescue in time."

The landlady felt a little embarrassed when she heard Karen's words.

Karen turned to face the family of the deceased and said: "The first thing this funeral service did after the accident was to transport the injured to the hospital for rescue. I can testify to this. My family is also one of the victims of the accident. Now

Right in the custodial unit;

Therefore, this is a funeral company with humanistic care. I think that with such a quality funeral company, their funerals will definitely be appropriate and will not disappoint anyone."

"Well, let's choose this one."

After helping to attract customers, Karen walked to the side of the road, and Pu'er and Kevin followed.

At this time, the hearse drove over, and the proprietress sitting in the passenger seat asked:

"Young man, are you ready to take a taxi?"

"Yes." Karen responded with a smile.

"Haha, what a pity. If it weren't for transporting guests, I would really like to give you a ride back."

Karen looked at the slightly narrow road in front of the hospital, as if it was difficult to get a taxi, so he simply said to the proprietress:

"I live in Allen Apartments, Blue Bridge Community."

By the way.

"Ha." Pavaro laughed out loud while sitting in the driver's seat.

The landlady pinched her husband, and finally waved her hand: "Get in the car."

Under the "warm invitation", Karen got into the hearse.

"Your pet?" Pique asked curiously.
To be continued...