The group in Sheung Shui asked someone for directions and then headed to the hospital. They had tried their best to imagine how crowded the place would be, but when they arrived, they were still frightened by the sea of ​​people. More than 20 long lines crowded at the door.

Although the blood donation room works very quickly and only takes about five minutes per person, it cannot handle the number of people in need.

Princess Shangshui looked a little ugly, "Mr. Ge, can we go in here? Can't we have some privileges? We shouldn't queue up with these common people, right?"

The elder's face changed, and he said sternly: "Princess, you must not have this kind of thinking again! The King of Chu values ​​​​everyone's equality. We Shangshui and Dongdu really have no possibility of challenging us. When we entered the customs, we

We have been warned, here we are no different from ordinary civilians."

The princess pouted, obviously unhappy, "How can everyone be equal? ​​It's just a gimmick, trying to beat us up."

Mr. Ge sighed. He didn't think so in his heart. How could it be possible for everyone to be equal?

At this moment, several people were attracted by the loudspeaker at the entrance of the hospital. They heard it shouting loudly, "Everyone, please note that the Blood Preservation Medical City has been built. There are regular buses at the east gate and the Blood Preservation Medical City is fully equipped.

, no need to queue.

Dongdu Hospital will no longer accept any simple blood storage requests in one month."

The content of the loudspeaker circulated back and forth, and the people in Shangshui were stunned for a while. It seemed that Chu Dong had built another city? He was such a master in building a city, but they didn't get any news, and what was the shuttle bus?

Looking at the crowds of people in front of him, Ge Lao, who was already weak, sighed and silently turned around.

Half an hour later, Shang Shui and his party finally found the East City Gate, where a bus station had been built, with more than a dozen buses ready to go.

After the group got in the car, they looked around like country bumpkins and had never seen anything like this before.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. After seeing the appearance of several people, he smiled and asked: "Is this your first time in the winter capital?"

The old man coughed twice and nodded with a smile. He didn't want to talk to an ordinary worker, but he soon discovered something was wrong. This man actually had the aura of a master?

He immediately said seriously: "I'm at Xia Liangmen, haven't you asked me your name yet?"

"Hey, you don't have to talk to me like that, just call me Lao Wang. Seeing that you are not in good health, I will send you off directly. Don't wait until the crowd is full. Please be careful!"

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded, and people who were riding in the car for the first time shook their bodies. They looked at the scenery outside the window and quickly backed away, with their mouths wide open.

Sitting in the front row, Liang Men looked a little ugly, as if he was motion sick.

He endured the pain and asked: "Old Wang, what are you prescribing? Is it a mysterious magic weapon made by King Chu?"

"Surgical device? I don't know much about it. This is a car. I'm the driver. I just drive."

The bus was going very fast. Lao Wang was wearing a cotton half-sleeve shirt and shorts. He looked like a low-class man, but Liangmen knew that he was a master, a man who could stamp his feet anywhere.

A person who causes an earthquake by stamping his foot.

But such a person is actually working part-time? Sitting in such a boring and boring job?

Shouldn't the Grandmaster stand behind the scenes and strategize, or kill everyone and shock everyone?

Liangmen couldn't bear the confusion in his heart, so he asked: "Old Wang, with your strength, you are not a person who is short of money, why do you do this kind of livelihood?"

Lao Wang chuckled, "I've been asked this question dozens of times, so I'll explain it again, because driving rewards points for saving blood, and there are too few ways to get points now."

"I also have a rough idea. Don't you just need to donate blood to get these points?"

Lao Wang drove with one hand and took out a cigarette from the side with his left hand. He lightly crushed the cigarette butt with his fingers and lit the cigarette. Lao Wang took a deep breath and then skillfully blew out a puff of smoke at the window next to him.

He patiently explained: "There are points for donating blood, but they are not enough. The King of Chu said that storing blood will harm the body, so points must be used to recuperate the body. This reconditioning of the body can restore youthfulness to the body. Restore youthfulness.

Do you know what the concept is? That is life extension!

But even if all the points you save each time are used to regulate your body, it can only delay aging. You must have extra points. Without extra points, you can't do those top projects.

As long as you have enough points, you can live forever."

Lao Wang's eyes kept shining when he said this, and he was obviously looking forward to it.

Zhi Nao controls the points very well. The points obtained from each blood donation are used to regulate the body and restore the body to the state before the essence was absorbed. There is still some surplus, but this surplus is very small.

In addition, Zhinao has customized various high-end service projects for warriors, warlocks and ordinary people, so they must accumulate points.

What a warrior needs most is to clean up the hidden wounds on the body and make his meridians smoother. This is not difficult for the brain, it is nothing more than repairing the nervous system, but for a warrior, it means that the talent has been greatly improved.

Then this can be turned into a high value-added project on its own. If you want to do it, you have to work for Chu Dong.

There are many similar projects, including life restoration, plastic surgery, regeneration of amputated limbs, and even body strengthening. As long as you are willing to work for Chu Dong, Chu Dong will not be stingy. Points cannot be bought and sold. The only way is to work for Chu Dong.

Liangmen was skeptical about these words, because he did not believe in eternal life at all. Of course he knew that there were people with eternal life in this world, but eternal life would never be so common, let alone be obtained through hard work.

Ten minutes later, the shuttle bus arrived at the entrance of Cunxue Medical City. After seeing the city, Liangmen was deeply shocked again. There were many tall buildings, and human beings stood so small among them. The endless city, streets extending in all directions, and

He couldn't even think of architectural styles.

In the previous construction of the winter capital, Chu Dong still took into account Dazou's aesthetics and only used modern architectural styles in some places. However, this blood-preserving medical city is a real modern city without city walls. A city that these people recognize

completely different cities.

As soon as they got off the bus, a girl came up and asked: "Guys, what do you want to do here? Is it to settle down, treat diseases, or simply save blood?"

This girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a milk-white uniform and holding a small book in her hand. She had no trace of any cultivation experience on her body. Liangmen couldn't help but feel a little contempt.

But he still answered very politely: "We want to treat diseases. What does settling here mean?"

"To settle down, of course, you need to move your household registration here. Only in this way can you settle here. Our Blood Bank Medical City will definitely be very prosperous in the future. It has just been established, so the conditions for settling in are relatively simple, unlike those in Dongdu, which are very difficult.

As long as one of them reaches Yanghun, Grandmaster and other cultivation levels, or has a second-level or above employee certificate issued by Dongdu, you can bring your family members to settle down together. If not, you may have some troubles and can only settle one by one.

Settled alone."

Liangmen was immediately dumbfounded. Yang Hun and Grandmaster could only obtain a residence qualification?

A strong person of this level is always welcomed everywhere he goes and is offered all kinds of benefits. Why does it seem like people are being pushed away here?

"We won't consider these things for now. We want to see a doctor first."

The girl smiled slightly and said, "I understand, this is what it should be. Please give me your ID card."

Several people were a little confused, but the princess was quick-thinking and immediately took out their customs clearance documents. The girl was not surprised when she saw the documents. She just made some notes and then took out seven cards and gave them to everyone.

people.

Being so proficient means that she often receives foreign visitors. An ordinary person can treat people with such magnanimity. The confidence in her bones makes Liangmen very confused. Could she be the daughter of a wealthy family?

The girl handed the card to several people and said: "This is the temporary residence permit. You can stay here for seven days. After seven days, you have to apply again and explain the reason. Brother Hu, come here and take them to the second hospital. Then

There are few people here today."

The girl waved to a middle-aged man next to her, who immediately ran over, and he seemed to be somewhat respectful to the girl?

When Liangmen saw this scene, he was greatly puzzled. That middle-aged man was at least a first-grade warrior. Why should an ordinary person speak loudly in front of a first-grade warrior? Shouldn't it be an ordinary person flattering a first-grade warrior?

Why is it the other way around here in Dongdu?

The man asked a few people to follow him, and he got a relatively simple car from the side. It only had a roof and didn't even seal the doors. It was obvious that Zhinao was cutting corners.

There is nothing that can be done about this. The demand is too great. As long as it can move, safety, convenience, and aesthetics are not considered at all.

A few people sat in the car and drove into the city, feeling the majesty flowing across their cheeks. They were also amazed when they looked at the patchwork green belts on the streets. They didn't recognize almost everything in the city.

Liang Men took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the driver, "Little brother, we are new here and there are many things we don't understand. Please take care of me. My name is Liang Men. I wonder what your surname is?"

The driver glanced at the banknote and his eyes trembled again and again, because this banknote was worth his salary for a year.

But he still turned his head forcefully and said, "Just call me Cui San. You should keep the banknotes. We have disciplines and cannot keep them. Don't worry, I will definitely help you to the end and cure your illness."

What kind of person is Liangmen? He is the teacher of the emperor. Anyone who meets him has to call him Mr. Ge. He has met countless people in his life. Naturally, he knows that the person in front of him is extremely eager for this bank note, but he can actually suppress the greed in his heart.

, incredible.

Judging from his experience, there is only one possibility: something is monitoring him, or he really values ​​this job and cannot lose it, so he does not want to violate the rules.

"Brother Cui, who was that girl just now? It seems that you are very respectful to her, but with your level of cultivation as a warrior, how can you be like this?"

"Hey, tell me Xiaorou, she was one of the first to work for the King of Chu. She is said to be called a civil servant. Now she has a high rank. What kind of contract workers do we call? Anyway, her rank is higher than others, and her rights are not as great as others.

, then you must be more polite."

Even though Liangmen has rich experience, he is still confused when faced with these new words.

After some questioning, he gradually understood that this civil servant seemed to be a clerk in the yamen, and his rights were not that great. It was this contract worker that he didn't understand. Maybe it meant contract work?

But no matter what, for a high-level warrior to flatter an ordinary person has already broken through the Liangmen's perception, and the inherent class division has been broken here.

Liangmen followed Cui San to the Second Hospital with his worries in mind. It was also very lively here, but there were more buildings here. As soon as he entered the hospital, he was led by Cui San to go through the formalities, and then he was sent directly to the blood donation room.

After entering the blood donation room, Liangmen felt extremely nervous. He was wondering if there were any demons and ghosts behind this magical blood storage, some weird people who relied on drinking blood to feed back some things. Of course, he knew this world better than most ordinary people.

Liangmen felt that as long as he took a look, he would know the truth here.

As a result, when I walked in, I saw that there was only a bed in the blood donation room, plus a strange humanoid machine, two robotic arms, and various different knives on the robotic arms that could be replaced, with a needle at the head.

This is a multifunctional treatment tool designed by Zhinao. It can complete most surgeries by one person, and can also draw blood and essence.

Liang Men was a little at a loss when suddenly the strange machine projected a panel with various projects and even human voices on it.

"Please tell me what you need."

Liangmen said tentatively: "I want to cure my tuberculosis."

"Tuberculosis is a serious illness. Treatment requires 10 points. Your blood storage points are currently 0. It is not recommended to save blood due to your current physical condition. You cannot afford it. There is a high probability of sudden death."

Liang Men knew clearly that seriously ill people could not store blood, which made sense. Only normal people could store blood and gain points, but who in the normal world needed medical treatment? So Chu Dong's blood-preserving medicine was just a guise.
To be continued...