Twelve nuggets of gold

The smuggler looked a little nervous, not for the first time, but since it was such a large quantity -- twelve gold nuggets -- the loss of paper and reputation would have been wasted if customs had found it.

"Open your arms, Sir." The security inspector narrowed his eyes and raised his hand.

The smuggler raised his arms flat, watched the detector sweep from wrist to shoulder, from shoulder to abdomen, and then, just as he expected -- the alarm sounded. "It's a belt buckle." "He explained.

The security inspector shook his head and snorted. "Belts aren't usually tied this high." As he lifts his shirt, a faux crocodile belt jumps out. Instinctively, the smuggler pulls in his stomach, trying to stretch out his seven-year old eight-pack.

"Oh, by the way, I had pig liver for lunch. Isn't that high in iron? It must have been a pig's liver."

The security guard clasped his hands to his chest, looking unimpressed by the smuggler's sudden sense of humor. "It's in your stomach. I think I'd better take it out."

The smuggler lowered his voice. "Thirty-seven."

The security inspector glanced in the direction of the customs office and lowered his voice as he replied, "Fifty-fifty. No counteroffer."

The surgeon looked at the clock on the wall. He knew that the patient was completely anesthetized and could not hear him. "Can you believe it?"

The anesthesiologist raised his head: "Letter what?"

"The claims of these two men. Something about accidentally swallowing two water bottle LIDS."

"I'm sure there aren't many idiots in the world."

The surgeon picked up the scalpel, the sharp blade showing his sharp eyes: "That is waiting outside the airport security officer, although he is not wearing a uniform, but I recognize the leather shoes, airport staff custom-made. And this -- "he pressed his left hand on the man's stomach on the table --" there's something wrong with him."

Anesthesiologist one clap FOREHEAD door: "BE! I told you, we're in the middle of nowhere in this stupid hospital, and people still come."

The surgeon's eyes focused on the blade. "Whatever it is, cut it and find out."

"How many in all?" "Asked the surgeon.

"Twelve dollars." The female nurse looked at the bloody gold nuggets and endured intense discomfort.

"How?" "Asked the surgeon, who had the answer in mind.

"Whatever you say." The anesthesiologist counted how long it took the patient to wake up.

"I'm seven, you're four, she's one." The surgeon's tone was not to be refused.

The nurse frowned, trying to express a little objection.

"You must understand that you are only given one because you are here and happen to be." "Said the surgeon with a smile.

"It's a bottle cap from your stomach. It's a good thing you got him in time. If it had been a little longer, you might have lost your life." As he spoke the last words, the surgeon spoke with extra emphasis, confident that the threat was understood.

However, it didn't matter whether they understood or not. The security guard and smuggler looked at the two bottle caps on the plates and wanted to pop their eyes out.

The surgeon went home, took three gold nuggets out of his bag, handed them to his wife, saying they were from the patient's family, and put them away.

He opened the fridge, looking for something to eat, but found it empty. "Why don't you buy any snacks? I've had a hard day.

The wife half a day did not respond, lower the head to fiddle with the things in the hand, and then looked up: "You don't bring your own food? These three Ferrero pieces, "she peeled off one and put it in her mouth." MMM, "she said," They're not bad!"

'What? The surgeon's heart seemed to be clenched, and his blood pressure rose. He hurriedly took out the other four pieces in his bag and squeezed them hard -- they were soft. Damn it, a lifetime of nerve, and all you got to do is steal seven chocolates?

He was wondering which link in the end was fooled when the phone rang and the female nurse sent a text message: "Doctor, I quit. Is Ferrero delicious? I've taken all twelve. Don't try to find me. I'm not in Walkertown any more, you know."