"We're going home!"
Grandpa Tuo shook the tattered burlap sack off his back and swaggered down the hospital corridor toward the exit.
As he passed one examination room after another, Grandpa Tuo kept taking swigs of Erguotou.
Suddenly.
Grandpa Tuo stopped in his tracks.
As though a recording were rewinding, he slowly backed up. Outside one examination room, Grandpa Tuo slightly turned his head and peered through the glass window with bleary drunken eyes.
On the spotless table inside lay a bloodstained prosthetic eye.
"This little thing isn't bad."
Grandpa Tuo narrowed his eyes, then looked around at the empty surroundings. "It's got blood on it. It should be something they threw away, right?"
"But if I just take it, wouldn't that be stealing?"
Grandpa Tuo pondered for a moment, then gulped down the Erguotou to the last drop. Nodding to himself, he said, "I'm a scholar. This can't be called stealing. This damn thing is called borrowing."
Grandpa Tuo's little eyes flickered as he slowly reached for the doorknob.
Datafied Liu Di stood nearby, a dry smile appearing on his face. "So that line came from you."
The next moment.
Liu Di walked out of the hospital entrance.
He saw Grandpa Tuo standing drunkenly in front of the doors, holding the prosthetic eye up to the sky and squinting at it in the sunlight.
Grandpa Tuo muttered, "I've got to keep this. Maybe one day I'll run into some unlucky little bastard whose eye got stabbed blind, and then I can stuff this thing into his eye socket. Hehe, a healer's benevolence. I'm truly great."
Liu Di shook his head helplessly.
But the next moment, Grandpa Tuo staggered, and the prosthetic eye fell to the ground, rolling straight toward a nearby drain.
Liu Di's heart abruptly tightened.
Splat!
Grandpa