At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the inpatient department was quiet, Ye Fan pasted a pseudo-spirit talisman and went out directly through the wall, and there were two nurses at the front desk who were on duty at night, she just floated in front of their eyes, bringing a gust of wind over, but the two of them didn't notice it.

Ward 5002 is on the fifth floor, just upstairs from Ye Fan's ward, and it is a critical ward.

At the moment, there is an emergency in the ward, and the doctor on duty is calmly using a defibrillator to do first aid, while looking at the ECG machine anxiously.

"Asynchronous electrototyping, 300 joules. ”

The two nurses assisting next to him immediately operated, and the doctor took the defibrillator to defibrillate the patient again, but the ECG machine still made a rapid alarm, and finally let out a long beep on the ground.

But the doctor did not give up, and he said again in a deep voice: "Asynchronous electroconversion, three hundred and sixty joules." ”

Ye Fan watched this scene in mid-air, without the novelty and excitement at the beginning, her heart was a little uncomfortable, she looked at the patient's head There was something similar to a funnel, that was the countdown to the time of death, no matter how hard the doctor tried, the king of Hades said that you died in the third watch, who can keep people until the fifth watch.

As the last hourglass above the funnel falls, the dripping ...... The ECG becomes a straight line.

The doctor took off his mask in a daze, raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said with a straight mouth on the corner of his mouth: "Announced, time of death, April 24, 2018, 11:13 p.m." ”

The time is calculated in the solar calendar, converted to the lunar calendar, which is exactly the same as recorded by the mission system.

An old-looking deceased floated up from the hospital bed, looking blankly at the busy doctors and nurses below, and the newly appointed messenger Ye Fan appeared at this time.

"Zhao Dajun, I am your messenger of the past life, number YF088, I will open the door to your death, please get ready. Ye Fan floated in front of Zhao Dajun, without any pre-vocational training, she had to copy the opening remarks of the SB who took her before, but she couldn't be like SB, she could still smile in the face of death, and it also gave Zhao Dajun time to react.

After a short period of confusion, Zhao Dajun regained his clarity, and quickly accepted the fact that he was dead, and did not face the fear of the messenger, looking at Ye Fan's eyes peaceful, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it was just a sigh: "I'm ready, Lord Messenger." ”

Ye Fan nodded, took out the identity token, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Dajun looking at his own body, as if with a trace of regret and pain.

The ghost sent the gods, Ye Fan held the token in the palm of his hand with his backhand, and said one more sentence: "Do you still have a wish?" After speaking, she wanted to slap her own mouth, he let you have more mouths, and the seniors warned: Take the rebirth, send it to the door of the rebirth, the merit is in hand, and the small life is saved!

Maybe the obsession is too deep, Zhao Dajun, who was originally very calm, heard this, his spirit body was shocked, and when Ye Fan saw it, he regretted that his intestines were blue, but don't really have an accident.

Because he was too excited, Zhao Dajun showed what he looked like when he died, which was very terrifying.

Oh my god!

Ye Fan took a step back in some fright, stubbornly resisted the urge to turn his head and run, and kept reminding himself: I am the messenger, the mighty and domineering messenger, Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, God Jesus, Taishang Laojun Shengong Protector, bah!

The chaotic incantation was recited in a circle, and the trembling hand had quietly touched the lock spirit chain, ready to be thrown out if the situation was wrong, but fortunately, Zhao Dajun did not act excessively, but just looked at her with a terrible grimace, and said: "Lord Messenger, I want to see my son, I want to know if my son is still in this world, whether he is living well, I, I have been looking for him for twenty-two years, March and five days." ”

Saying that, Zhao Dajun thought of his son who had been missing for many years, and the sadness of looking for his son all these years, he covered his face and cried. There are no tears for the deceased, but the sadness is even more touching under this silent bitter cry.

A tearless cry shook Ye Fan's heart, her eyes gradually became sour, the yin spirit in front of her no longer made her disgusting and afraid, only Rushan's father's love pressed heavily on her, and she couldn't refuse the last wish of such an old father.

"You have seven days to stay in the human realm, during this time, I can find a way to help you find your son, but ......" Ye Fan said, raised the token, lightly opened his thin lips and recited a spell, a vortex suddenly appeared on the surface of the token, and then said: "This is used to imprison the soul domain of the deceased, you must stay in the soul domain for these seven days, if you agree, come in." ”

"Thank you, Emissary. Zhao Dajun solemnly bowed to Ye Fan, and his soul gradually dissipated, turning into a puff of smoke and entering the Token Soul Domain.