How could the two of them spare any breath for talking? The moment they opened their mouths, they had already suffered badly.
They both squatted on the floor and vomited desperately, wishing they could throw up their stomachs and rinse them clean with water.
Fuck, that was shit the old man had taken.
And it was still fucking warm.
When people cursed someone, they often liked to say that even eating shit, they would never catch it while it was warm.
But this time, they had actually fucking caught it!
No one would dare believe this experience if they told it. Even Old Eight had never received such treatment, right?
After nearly vomiting up their bile, the two got to their feet and staggered out of the ward, rushing straight for the restroom.
They needed to wash their faces, rinse their mouths, and clean themselves thoroughly.
When the two rushed to the restroom entrance, several nurses were standing there with frustrated expressions.
When they saw Ye Qiu and Brother Tiger charging over with warm shit all over their faces, one of the nurses assumed they had come to sneak into the restroom to eat shit. She grabbed a broom, raised it as if to strike, and shouted, "Stop them! Don't let them get in there to steal shit to eat!"
Recently, quite a few patients had been admitted to the hospital. They kept shouting about self-reflection and even ran into the restroom to eat shit.
Disgusted beyond endurance, the nurses had no choice but to stop them like this.
Fortunately, another sharp-eyed nurse recognized Ye Qiu and hurriedly stopped her companion, shouting, "Cuifen, don't hit them. They're the director's honored guests."
"What? There are honored guests who come to eat shit too?"
The sturdy female nurse asked with a stunned