143 Chapter 8, Hateful Job

It was July 16, and the weather was as gloomy as eggplants beaten by frost.

Hoffa, who got up early in the morning, yawned, walked around the path surrounded by green trees, and walked towards the gray and white castle in the distance.

For some reason, going to work is always associated with sleepiness. Although he hasn't sat in the office yet, Hoffa is yawning just looking at the old castle in the distance.

Around you, you can see some tinkerers like Edward Scissorhands trimming and trimming the plants and mending them into various shapes, and there are also some old wizards with wrinkled faces like avocados, sticking sticks, walking on the path Walking at the speed of a turtle, there are all sorts of strange medical equipment stuck in his body.

St. Mungo's Hospital was founded by Mungo Pohan in London, England, in the late sixteenth or early seventeenth century. It is the most important and perhaps the only large-scale general hospital for magical injuries in the wizarding world. The symbol of the hospital is a cross of a bone and a wand.

After greeting the nurse along the way, Hoffa came to his office on the first floor.

After entering St. Mungo's Hospital, Hoffa saw all kinds of patients with strange magical injuries. Some patients had an arm growing out of their heads, some ran around dragging their lizard tails, and even their entire upper body was wrapped in ice. The gods here. (He opens and closes his lips in such a way that nobody knows what he's talking about.)

Visitors from various consulting ward numbers and floors busily shuttled through the crowd, and therapists in dark green robes hurriedly walked.

In the reception area there is a desk marked "Information Desk".

He sat down behind the table, and soon, a man with several lush plants growing on his head sat opposite Hoffa with a sad face.

Hoffa was startled by the color of the hair, and asked, "Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Give me the opening certificate, I was cursed by others."

The man despaired: "The hair has turned into leaves."

"Um"

Hoffa quickly pulled out a list and wrote down a few words.

"Reverse Curse Injury Department, fifth floor, find Dr. Bode. Fill in your name here."

"How much?"

The green-headed man asked sadly.

"Thirty silver coins if you are hospitalized. Ten silver coins if you are not hospitalized."

Hoffa replied, "By the way, how the hell did you do that?"

"My wife cheated, I went to catch the adulterer, but I never beat the adulterer."

The man briefly told a heart-rending story, handed Hoffa thirty silver coins, turned around and took the list, and walked to the elevator.

Looking at the bleak back of the other party, Hoffa suddenly felt that there would be no harm without comparison. Thinking about it this way, his life seemed to be pretty good.

Yep, that's Hoffa's job.

His job at St. Mungo's was simply to arrange beds for various patients and assign them to various areas. If there is an emergency, it is also necessary to arrange the location of the hospital bed and help the patient contact the doctor to prevent confusion and unfortunate events.

Location is important, but it's also very busy. Especially in this war-torn era, scheduling beds is a very busy job.

He hadn't wanted to do the job, but it was the only job that could be done without a wand.

The reason why Hoffa agreed to Aglaia to come to the hospital for an internship was very simple. He wanted to get a new system reward, the spell fragment or the great knowledge of theology rewarded by the system.

But when he actually came to this hospital, he realized that he had taken it for granted.

The system did give him a reminder when he arrived at St. Mungo's, but the size of the hospital was far beyond his imagination.

There are six floors above the entire hospital, and three basements, adding up to nine floors. Except for the semi-open shops and tearooms on the top floor, idlers are basically not allowed to enter other places.

Not to mention the dispensing and experimental areas on the bottom floor of the hospital, which are not something an intern can just enter.

This made him feel frustrated. After coming to St. Mungo's for a month, the exploration speed reached 30%, and the rest of the exploration speed was not improved at all. It would take until the year of the monkey to get rewards.

But when he discovered this problem, it was too late, and Aglaia had already gone home.

She didn't tell herself exactly what her family was doing in St. Mungo's, so there was no good way for Hoffa to resign from the position.

But tonight's Aglaia's birthday, this is a good opportunity.

He plans to resign from this job tonight, and quickly use the rest of the summer vacation to find a wizarding secret realm with a smaller area, preferably about the same size as the Nine and Three Quarters Station, where you can get rewards for just walking a few steps mystery.

After sending that unfortunate sad man away, another figure appeared in front of Hoffa's desk, and he knocked on the table.

Hoffa raised his head, but this time it was not a patient who appeared at his desk, but a bald short man with a pot belly. He was dressed in a suit, not like a wizard, but like a Muggle manager. His stubby fingers are clasped across his chest like an old penguin.

He stared darkly at Hoffa, as if trying to poke something out of his clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. Bolton."

Hoffa said cautiously.

This man's name was Kerrigan Bolton, he was the director of the hospital's logistics department, and he was in charge of dispensing potions and herbs. The immediate boss who appeared in his nightmare in the early morning, Hoffa believed that he was at least 50% responsible for his nightmare.

Sure enough, the man pulled out a list with his stubby fingers.

Snapped!

Throwing it on the table, his expression was very unkind.

Glancing at the list, Hoffa knew why he was here.

Kerrigan Bolton: "You approved Hannah Kent's hospitalization application yesterday?"

Hoffa: "Yes, Mr. Bolton."

"At thirty silver cashes?"

Hoffa hesitated for a moment: "No."

"asshole!"

The big fat man in front of him stood up suddenly, just like the scene in his dream, his lower abdomen trembled, and he walked angrily in front of Hoffa.

"What did I tell you? Thirty silver coins a day, this is the standard, if you don't meet this standard, you are not allowed to stay!"

"She's a Muggle, where can I get Yin Kexi?" Hoffa asked back.

"Muggles, don't Muggles have sterling?"

Kerrigan Bolton waved his arms excitedly.

"Or you don't even understand the most basic currency exchange, my God, today is like this, yesterday was like this, and the day before yesterday was like this, do you have to let me do it once a day to be happy?"

Hoffa turned his head away, frowning displeased.

Kerrigan Bolton can be regarded as the man who grades his internship. This person's greatest hobby is not molesting beautiful nurses, or bragging with his colleagues. His greatest hobby is staring at himself and pulling his pigtails.

Hoffa still remembers that when he first entered the hospital, he looked like a big boss, and questioned his image in public, whether he was qualified for the position of dealing with various wizard patients.

(Your eyes are "scary". Do you want to see a doctor first?)

This is what he said on the first day.

There were rumors that one of his nephews who graduated from the seventh grade wanted this job, but he was accidentally rejected by him, which made him feel particularly displeased.

But Hoffa did not confirm the authenticity of this kind of thing, he felt it was unnecessary. But during his one-month internship, this annoying guy really made him quite unhappy.

"look at me!"

said the chunky man.

Hoffa turned his head and spoke very fast: "She was cursed with vicious tentacles by a dark wizard and got dragon pox. When she was sent by a team from the Department of Abuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic, she was about to die. How could I have that?" Kong asked her for money"

"First, pay the money, and then, live in the hospital!"

The man gritted his teeth and said word by word. "It's a rule, a hospital rule, Bach!"

Hoffa silently squinted at his rosacea.

Kerrigan Bolton: "I just checked that ugly woman's account. Her treatment costs are as high as seventeen galleons, and she can't afford the money! She only has 2 pounds and 15 pence for her whole body!"

Hoffa said: "My work rules say that if a Muggle is hexed, I should unconditionally solve the problem quickly. I don't think my behavior violates the code."

"That's normal!"

Bolton almost jumped up.

"I told you the first day you came here, there is a war going on outside, bastard! Do you know how tight the beds are now, and how much galleons a bed is worth now?"

Bolton tapped the table with his stubby fingers.

"We're a hospital, not a charity! Don't let me see any Muggle admissions that shouldn't be approved put in front of me, understand!?"

Hoffa suppressed the urge to beat the man into a pig's head, and reluctantly nodded.

"Damn it, who are these people?" Kerrigan Bolton jumped off the chair and strode to the door. "As stupid as a donkey, I can't explain it."

The voice disappeared around the corner, and several female nurses on the morning shift looked at Hoffa sympathetically.

He looked at the list on the table and remained silent.

This is the reason why he hates going to work. After the initial novelty, he has to face all kinds of inferior bosses. Compared with him, Tom Riddle is cute.

If it was normal, Hoffa might still argue with the penguin.

But tonight he was going to bid farewell to Aglaia and go to find other wizard secret realms.

At this juncture, he didn't want to make trouble with the people in the hospital. After all, the job was introduced by others, and he didn't want to make it difficult for others to do it.

ding dong

The door of the hospital turned, and a wizard with a bandaged arm pushed open the door and walked towards Hoffa.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to start a new day of reception journey.

Lunch time was approaching in a blink of an eye, Hoffa rubbed his eyes, dragged his tired body, poured a glass of water and drank it down, and was about to go to the street next to him to have some lunch. He felt that going to work for a day was more exhausting than fighting ten black wizard Come even bigger.

Hoffa didn't like the hospital's homemade meals. He always felt that it was strange to eat with a group of people with long hands on their heads, and he was afraid that seeing Bolton, the penguin man, would turn his stomach off when he was eating.

Getting in and out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is similar to the partition wall you have to pass through to enter Platform 9 and Three Quarters, you just need to go through a glass window. You can come to a dilapidated factory building.

Through this factory building, you can come to the world of Muggles outside.

At the moment, the Muggle world is turbulent and there is not much color to speak of.

Military trucks rumbled past the streets quickly, raising choking dust. Soldiers in helmets and standard weapons stride along the streets.

Due to the fall of France, the stuttering voices of the King of England, George VI, and Albert Windsor were played over and over again from the speakers on the street.

"At such a dire moment...could...could be at stake...to my people, my people...whether at home or abroad...the news...that we are being forced into conflict...we must protect ourselves protect our country...we, will...will win

Hoffa bought a newspaper for twopence and went to the lunch vendor in the street.

Here, groups of war refugees are queuing up to buy food. They are in tattered clothes, looking numb and desperate.

If he didn't say that this is London, Hoffa would almost think that he came to Mumbai. The whole city is very different from the prosperity when I just crossed over two years ago.

History is always rising, but it is also spiraling up, and now is the low point of civilization.

Queuing for a simple pickle sandwich, he ate the simple food while reading the newspaper.

Germany has already defeated France and is planning a war against Britain. There are countless verbal criticisms in the newspapers, and there are constant scolding wars.

bad day

Hoffa swallowed the unappetizing sandwich, folded the newspaper, and sighed, the uneasiness that the wand left in his heart became more and more intense.

He has to quit his job and find a new Wizarding Rift.

After lunch, when Hoffa was about to go back to the hospital, suddenly, an old-fashioned carriage stopped outside the dilapidated factory building at the entrance of the hospital. Several people dressed as Ministry of Magic employees jumped out of the carriage and carried the stretcher.

carriage?

Hoffa was taken aback. This is not common. Generally, wizards go to St. Mungo's by flooing or apparating.

With an ancient tool like a carriage, could it be said that the wounded can no longer withstand any magic transport beyond the conventional?

When they saw the hospital overalls on Hoffa, they immediately waved anxiously: "Hey, sir, help me!"

Hoffa approached quickly, startled in his heart. Thanks to his experience in the past two years, he was not frightened by the unlucky ghost lying on the stretcher in front of him.

This is a Muggle soldier with only half of his body left. He is wearing a blue military uniform. His body seems to have been cut obliquely by a sharp razor. His thigh and right forearm are gone. There are three crazy scratches on his lower abdomen, which can be seen The internal organs are slightly undulating.

The fracture was still hissing and emitting green smoke, and the charred flesh seemed to be roasted by the iron all the time.

The soldier was lying on a stretcher, his chest only rising and falling weakly, and his appearance was horrible.

"Quick, take him to a therapist."

The member of the Department of Disasters and Accidents of the Ministry of Magic grabbed Hoffa by the collar and said anxiously: "Here is a Muggle soldier who was bitten by a fire dragon!"