Chapter 26 Zombies vs. Writers
Old Man Han's sudden words made Zhang Dadao suddenly alert. This hospital is a service industry after all ! The holiday time is different from other industries. Besides, Old Man Han seems to know something now. If this old man reports to the hospital and sells Zhang Dadao for a roast duck and beer, it will be a big loss.
Zhang Dadao decisively chose to take action today. He had already made all the preparations, so it didn't matter if he did it a day earlier or later. Zhang Dadao, who had made up his mind, quickly went to the activity room next door, squatted by the window, and glanced at the "writer", "zombie" and other guys from time to time.
The sky got darker. It was only two o'clock, but it was as dark outside as six or seven o'clock. Dark clouds loomed over the city, and more lights were turned on in the activity room. Lightning flashed from time to time in the sky, and the muffled thunder made people feel their bones tremble along with it. The air pressure was very low. Although it was not hot, it made people feel very irritable. Every time there was thunder, there would be patients screaming and shaking like little chickens.
The nurses were used to it, and as long as the patient didn't behave abnormally, they didn't bother to intervene. Only a few patients were affected by thunder, and most patients were like Zhang Dadao, with nothing special to see.
Soon it was past four o'clock. Zhang Dadao saw that the time was almost up, so he walked over to the "zombie" who was still standing in a weird posture, stared at him from bottom to top with his dead fish eyes. After a while, the "zombie" felt uncomfortable all over, stared at Zhang Dadao fiercely, and asked: "What on earth do you want? Why are you looking at me!"
Zhang Dadao curled his lips, stretched out his index finger and scratched his chin, saying: "Your joint standing method is useless. What you said is all nonsense, right?"
The "zombie" seemed to have its tail stepped on. It became excited and couldn't even maintain that posture. It waved its hands and said, "What do you know? This is the direction of human evolution! The method of developing our unknown potential. Human potential is unlimited! The old lady lifted the car, Einstein's brain. As long as we can perfectly control every cell in our body, everyone is a superman!"
Zhang Dadao yawned and waved his hand in disdain: "Nonsense, controlling every cell! This kind of thing is impossible! Your method is completely wrong, otherwise you are a psychopath!"
The "zombie" said angrily: "I am not a psychopath, they are wrong!"
Zhang Dadao saw a nurse sticking his head out and looking at them, and said calmly: "Why don't I believe it?"
The "zombie" laughed in anger and asked, "What will it take for you to believe me? I'll show you some of my skills!"
Zhang Dadao was delighted, quietly pointed at the "writer" in the corner and explained to the "zombie": "See? The one in the corner is the chief instructor of the Chinese Martial Arts Museum, one of the most powerful people in the world! Since you are so powerful, why don't you compete with him? If you can beat him, I will believe what you said and follow you in the future!"
The "zombie" was stunned, and said stupidly: "What did you say? The Chinese Martial Arts Museum? Wasn't it disbanded a long time ago? There is no such organization now! It is the Chinese Wushu Association, right? I have studied martial arts, which is also a way to develop and utilize human potential, but it is much less efficient than the method I have researched!"
Zhang Dadao curled his lips and said nonsense, "How come he's gone? The successor is right in front of us, right ? He is a master who inherited the teachings of three masters, Li Jinglin, Li Shuwen, and Sun Lutang. Ip Man and the like are nothing to him. I will only believe you if you can beat him. Unfortunately, you certainly don't dare, and you certainly can't beat him!" Zhang Dadao was happily stirring up trouble. The caregiver in the observation room seemed to suspect that something was going to happen here, and was retracting his head to open the door to take a look.
However, his movements were obviously a little slow. After being provoked by Zhang Dadao, the "zombie", who was already slightly manic, was obviously provoked. He angrily "snorted" at Zhang Dadao and walked towards the direction of the "writer". The nurse was also interesting. When he went out and saw that Zhang Dadao and the "zombie" had separated, he turned around and went back to the observation room.
The "zombie" took a few steps to the "writer" and squinted his eyes and said, "I heard that you are an expert. Would you like to fight with me?"
The "writer" was stunned. Zhang Dadao was waiting to laugh. He looked calm, but he was actually trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his stomach hurt. The corners of his mouth were twitching. The "writer" claimed that he had written everything. It was unknown whether he had expected this or not. Zhang Dadao happily pulled out a blue pencil from his pocket, turned it in his hand, and nodded . In his eyes, the writer had a faint red glow on him, and it was obvious that he was in bad luck.
The "zombie" challenged the "writer" who was also stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly and said with a smile: "You want to act too? You know martial arts? Then I can arrange a role for you. Wait for my script to come out! I'll arrange a fighting scene for you!"
As soon as the "writer" said this, the "zombie"'s face darkened instantly. The "writer" had been pestered by the "movie king" for the past few days, and they were no longer as close as they were in the isolation layer. It was also his first time in a mental hospital, and he had no idea about the patients' conditions. He thought that the "zombie" and the "movie king" had the same problems! He used the method to deal with the "movie king" as soon as he opened his mouth, but he didn't know that in the seven hospitals, the "zombie" hated Zhang Dadao the most, but hated the "movie king" the most.
As a result, this sentence unknowingly hit the "zombie" in the sore spot. The "zombie" shivered and said coldly: "Okay, you look down on me? Don't want to take action? Then I'll force you to take action!" The zombie's expression suddenly became ferocious. The "writer" knew it was not good at this time, and just when he wanted to run away, the zombie kicked the table in front of the "writer" and turned it upside down, and the manuscripts on it flew everywhere.
The patients were in a mess, screaming, laughing, and shouting. The "writer" fell to the ground. Before he could react, the "zombies" had already pounced on him and started punching and kicking him! Although the "writer" was called a "writer", he was not a weak scholar. He didn't care about pretending to be a master at this time and immediately started to fight back.
In terms of physical fitness, the "zombie" is much better than the "writer". After all, he also exercises frequently for that bullshit theory! When they started fighting, he immediately suppressed the "writer", but the "writer" had the fountain pen as a weapon in his hand, and he poked a few small holes in the "zombie" in a few strokes!
Such a big thing happened, and the radio immediately rang with the piercing sound of birds. The four nurses in the observation room rushed out, and the nurses in the next room also came to support them. If the "zombie" theory was really useful, these people would not be able to play any role. Unfortunately, his theory was actually useless! The "zombie" and the "writer" were separated and pressed to the ground.
Zhang Dadao squatted in the corner, looking at the "writer" with a bloody head and the "zombie" with many bleeding holes on his hands and body. He couldn't help but chuckle and whispered, "Three birds with one stone, three birds with one stone. I am indeed a master who can win a battle thousands of miles away!"
