I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 101 Abnormalities in the Hospital

Although Watson was able to walk barely, he still had a cane when he left Crossroads Hospital.

The cane is not only a tool and decoration to assist walking, it can also be used to conceal one's identity, and it is also a sharp weapon with hidden murderous intentions.

He just went down to the hall, because today is Sunday, the hospital suspends the free clinic for rest, the pure white hall is empty, only a very small number of emergency medical staff are on duty.

This Sunday, Clovette is in charge of staying at the triage desk again. She has almost equated with the triage desk, and now some hospitalized patients have begun to jokingly call her the lady of the triage desk.

For these jokes, Clovette will naturally not be angry, she will only respond with a clear and crisp laugh... Only the other face in her heart will stare at every patient who can make fun of her with vicious eyes, and it seems that that hippie smile is deeply engraved in her mind. When she regains her body, she will definitely let these guys taste the pain of despair!

Watson has been lying in the ward during this period of time because of the real inconvenience of his legs and feet. He has never left the ward, nor has he tried the act of dreaming in Mansu. He sneaked into Mansu in this place called the Free Hospital, which is actually the stronghold of secret religion... He doubted that it would leave very obvious traces and reveal his true identity.

So he has been recuperating in peace and contentment, just like he was lying in the Royal Free Hospital earlier, but now he has changed to another spartan ward.

It wasn't until the last few days that he was finally able to walk on the ground, and then he started to wander around the Crossroads Hospital under the pretext of taking a walk to exercise his body, chatting with other patients who also lived here for free.

In the eyes of mortals and poor people who come and go, this is definitely a good recuperation place with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

The walls are painted with pure colors, the beds are clean and comfortable, and even every meal is much better than when working outside, nutritious and delicious.

The air is a mixture of disinfectant water and the special fragrance of flowers and plants in the garden. It is pungent and sweet at the same time... But don’t tell me, it still smells good after living for a long time. Anyway, it smells much better than the coal smoke and thick dust in the factory.After smelling it for a long time, I feel my body is light.

Moreover, the nurses and nurses are kind and eager, and they can solve any difficulties for us immediately. They just chewed the bread and sent it directly to our mouths... No, if you have difficulty moving after the operation, you really just break the food into liquid and send it directly to the stomach... Hehe, I didn't expect us low-level poor people to experience the enjoyment of the nobles one day.

If it wasn't for the fact that there are more patients waiting in line outside the hospital, we really don't want to be discharged from the hospital. We really want to stay here for the rest of our lives and continue to live this kind of good life where we don't have to think about anything, don't need to worry about anything.
Said a pale and emaciated patient.

The inpatients who were also chatting in the garden nodded and said yes, they really wanted to live in the hospital for the rest of their lives.

Watson looked at the patients in front of him, at the faint light that was almost extinguished in their skulls.

He's already mingling with the hospital patients quickly with a few crude color jokes that are used around the world.

He learned from this group of patients who had been hospitalized for as little as five days and as long as two weeks, that they were all laborers who worked hard at the docks for a living... However, Watson looked at this group of haggard, seemingly weak, middle-aged men. He patted the shoulder of one of the chatterbox-like patients, and asked tentatively: "Man, I heard that you used to help people unload goods at the dock. Which dock are you at? Is the work there hard? Can I apply for a job in the future?"

Hearing this, the tall and strong patient looked at the new boy up and down, and shook his head, "You can't do it, you look like a firewood, don't mention unloading and loading, even if you are just helping to organize the goods on the shore, I'm afraid you will be exhausted, boy, you have to carry at least a hundred and eighty pounds of goods for this trip, how can your little body bear it!"

The tall patient rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, bent his arms and raised his towering biceps, and patted hard, making a crackling sound.

"Look at my brother's strong muscles, but they have been tempered after years of hard work... I'm not bragging. Usually on the pier, I can do the work of three young men with no beards."

Watson enviously pinched the opponent's strong arm, which was much thicker than ordinary people, but the touch from his fingers was vain and loose, like fat accumulation of fat... No, it was better than fat, and there was still a certain degree of elasticity, more like a water-filled sponge, and there was no sense of muscle firmness without years of exercise.

The tall patient was still showing off his biceps to the surrounding patients, listening to the words of praise, looking at the thumbs up, with a complacent expression on his face.

Watson also praised the venue with a thumbs up, but he actually thought in his heart:
"Is this person serious? His puffy muscles are absolutely impossible to withstand the high-intensity unloading work at the dock, let alone the rhetoric of one against three... Judging from his current situation, it is already beyond imagination to be able to hold a hundred pounds of cargo without being crushed to the ground."

"Or, this person was indeed very strong before he was admitted to the hospital...it was only after receiving treatment at the Crossroads Hospital that he turned into the strong-looking but capable-looking man in front of him?"

"Winfreys and the others are not only secretly absorbing the patient's intracranial light, they even have a way to steal the patient's vitality?!"

He buried his doubts in his heart, and breathed in the strange fragrance in the garden. Those strange plants like pitcher plants seemed to carry the morning dew inside, like a water cup filled with liquid, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

Watson breathed heavily, and gradually revealed a comfortable and light expression, with a faint smile on his face.

But his lung lobes were screaming desperately, wanting to expel these psychedelic gases from the body, the moth in his skull fluttered its wings slightly, sprinkled a little mana scales on the lung lobes, soothing the anomaly and throwing off the intoxication.

Watson inadvertently caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye while chatting. Those strange and fragrant planting soil had recently been turned over. He moved his position randomly, gradually approaching the suspicious turning mark... He smelled a familiar smell, like rust and salty...it was the smell of human blood.

"What kind of plant is this that needs to be fed with human blood? And it can emit a fragrance that affects the mind... Is this a plant unique to the hidden world? Some kind of raw material for making mysterious potions?"

(End of this chapter)