144 Chapter 9, Irritability

Bitten by a dragon?

Seeing the hideous and terrifying wound on the Muggle soldier, Hoffa was startled, and immediately ordered left and right: "You, hurry up, register, you bring him in, and I'll contact him for treatment."

Seeing that the young man was quite calm, the group of employees of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have found a backbone. Get busy at his bidding.

Hoffa rushed through the glass wall and rushed back to the lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital. He took out a stack of papers from under the table, and hurriedly began to fill in the information, preparing to arrange surgery for the wounded.

The employees of the Ministry of Magic also came in with a stretcher from outside, and the surrounding nurses gasped and surrounded them.

After filling out the information, Hoffa quickly separated several nurses and walked to the employees of the Ministry of Magic: "You guys, go to the biological injury department on the second floor to find therapist Smethyk, hurry up!"

However, at this moment, a cold snort came from outside the crowd.

"Wait a moment."

When Hoffa turned his head, he saw a short and fat man walking slowly away from the crowd. It was his boss, Kerrigan Bolton, the chubby penguin man who had just talked to him this morning.

"Let's talk later."

Hoffa turned his head away. It was a matter of life, and he didn't want to argue with the other party.

But his attitude undoubtedly hit Kerrigan Bolton's nerves, he narrowed his eyes: "What are you talking about, kid, who allows you to criticize hospital bills indiscriminately?"

Hoffa ignored him, he was resigning tonight, he didn't want to embarrass too much.

Seeing that the Muggle soldier's breathing became weaker and harder, he pushed the employees of the Ministry of Magic and said, "Hurry up, hurry up to the second floor, don't worry about anything else."

A few Ministry employees just lifted their feet.

"Who dares to move!!"

The penguin barked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He flew into a rage and snatched the registration certificate from Hoffa's hand. Startled the few Ministry of Magic employees carrying the stretchers.

The list was snatched away by stubby fingers.

"I don't care what his injury is, are you here according to the rules?" Kerrigan Bolton stepped forward and repeated: "You, according to the rules, come, are you?"

He was about to drool on Hoffa's chin.

Hoffa was furious: "He's going to die! Don't you see the injury?"

Cregan Bolton had a gloomy face, and stuck to Hoffa, whispering in a low voice: "Boy, I don't care who introduced you, but if you work in St. Mungo's, you have to follow the rules! Learn!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Hoffa away and put his hands on his hips, looked at the employees of the Ministry of Magic, and said old-fashionedly: "What is your relationship with the injured?"

Several Ministry of Magic employees were stunned, "We are just doing things according to orders."

"What about the family members of the injured, why are there no one there?" He asked sternly, "This operation is no joke. We must sign a responsibility agreement before we can proceed with the follow-up work."

dependents?

Several employees of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, seemingly not knowing what to say for a while.

Hoffa couldn't take it anymore, the old thing's dilly-dallying attitude was simply reckless. He grabbed Bolton Apothecary by the collar: "This is a Muggle, a Muggle soldier! Are you going to let a sober Muggle come to St. Mungo's to sign?"

"What's your attitude?"

The fat man gave him a deadly stare, his nose hairs trembling angrily.

Hoffa exerted strength with his arm, and under the astonished eyes of the penguin man, he was lifted up little by little.

What do you want to do? " he scolded.

Hoffa: "Arrange surgery, immediately!"

"What's your attitude, do you want to be fired?"

"Fire and fire."

However, the tension between the two was interrupted by a Ministry of Magic employee who suddenly said, "No need."

Huo sighed and looked at the employee.

"He's dead," said the Ministry employee.

Hoffa let go, squatted down and pressed the soldier's neck. The soldier who had been bitten in half by the dragon let out his last breath, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the ceiling. There is no more ups and downs in the chest, and it is already dead beyond death.

The surrounding nurses shook their heads, sighed a little, and then dispersed. In the war years, this kind of thing is too common.

Hoffa stood up, bowed his head, and said nothing.

Kerrigan Bolton frowned and said, "Carry it down and hand it over to the people in the logistics department to deal with it. Don't affect the normal work here. Also, we don't accept Muggles during this period, so don't drag everyone over."

Several Ministry of Magic employees let out an oh, looking very depressed.

Bolton straightened his tie, snorted to Hoffa in a low voice, and said, "Learn a bit, understand!?"

These words were like sparks from an explosive powder barrel. The blood rushed straight to the top door, and the adrenaline began to rise slowly. Hoffa turned his head: "He probably didn't have to die."

"Not dead? Who is not dead?"

The man sneered: "Do you know France, do you know Belgium? Do you know Poland? People die every day in the world, tens of thousands of people die every day. Go and save them, can you save them?"

"You are responsible for this." Hoffa squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Funny, I am responsible, what am I responsible for? Who is responsible for Mr. Bohan, who is responsible for the shareholders, and who is responsible for their medical expenses. I am warning you. Since you came here, the hospital has been opened up because of you. Proof that at least eight hundred plus have been lost"

Snapped! !

His neck was held.

Immediately, Bolton saw a pair of scary golden eyes. The boy standing in front of him suddenly grew taller.

Before he could think about the reason carefully.

next second.

boom! !

A heavy punch hit him in the face, knocking the bridge of his nose crooked.

Before he could even react, he was punched to the ground.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Immediately, Huo licked the leader's thigh, like waving a big stick, and smashed him left and right. In the splash of gravel, he only had time to let out a piercing scream, and then collapsed like a deflated ball down.

In everyone's horrified eyes. The pharmacist at St. Mungo's Hospital, the man named Kerrigan was smashed into the floor tiles by his interns, his front teeth fell out, and his limbs twisted into an incredible arc.

Hoffa was panting furiously. He stood on the spot, looked at the two pits on the left and right, threw away the broken shoe in his hand with a livid face, and spit on the penguin man: "I really think I'm here!" Waiting for you? Go eat shit!"

Three hours later.

The fifth floor of the hospital.

Hoffa sat on the bench, looking at his palm without blinking, as if wondering why he would do such a thing.

Yes, he really hated that immediate boss, and he had a deep grudge, but this was the first time he had seen such a violent self.

Is it the first time?

Hoffa's head hurt, and for some reason he thought of the final fist-to-body fight with Sylby. It was also a huge violence, wasn't it? he asked himself.

But soon, he shook his head again, no, no, this is doing a good deed to me, these people deserve what they deserve. Thinking of this, he seemed to feel a lot better, yes, they were all guilty. However, in his subconscious mind, a hidden anxiety was slowly flowing.

What is sin.

What is evil.

He stared at the crowd coming and going, his eyes lost focus for a moment. It seems to be separated from this world.

Suddenly, there was a heavy pat on the shoulder.

He was startled, turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged woman in a white coat, wearing a mask, holding a list, looking at him without blinking, and holding his shoulders, He pushed to the door of the dean's office.

"Dean Bohan called to see you, go in."

After speaking, she handed some black and white printing papers to Hoffa, turned and left.

Hoffa looked at the mimeograph papers. In the picture, Kerrigan Bolton was wrapped in bandages all over his body, like a mummy, and his appearance was appalling.

There are rows and rows of inspection reports at the back, which are two pages long. Hoffa rubbed his forehead and sighed secretly.

What should come always comes.

He regretted it, but he didn't regret beating Kerrigan Bolton at all. He regretted that he had promised Aglaia too hastily, and he was not suitable to work in the unit at all.

God knows what awaits him.