Entering the ward with Jian Nuo, the moment the door opened, Song Jing felt a kind of coldness.

This kind of cold is inside the room - the air conditioner is turned on too low.

It's close to ice.

The main thing is that there is a particularly unpleasant smell in the room, which would have been particularly pungent if the temperature had not cooled down a bit.

I don't know how to describe it, but it's about something that is broken, but it's not rancid, it's a bit like a sour smell.

Inside, there is only one white hospital bed.

On the hospital bed lies a skull frame that makes horror movies without any sense of drama.

In fact, he is still a person, but he has lost so much weight that there is only a layer of skin and flesh left.

He is Zhuo Yuanzhi.

He lay there, very old, the flesh on his face could not cover the skin, his cheeks and eyes were sunken, his eyes were like holes, and only two cloudy eyeballs were still turning, indicating signs that he was alive.

Zhuo Lunyuan went over, but he called out sincerely: "Dad, I brought someone to you." ”

At that moment, Zhuo Yuanzhi raised his head with difficulty.

Even after a few years, Song Jing had a slight impression of the old immortal, but recently he had seen too many terrifying things, and he was so worried about Zhuo Yuanzhi that he didn't panic at all, and when he saw Zhuo Yuanzhi looking at it with great effort, his expression was indifferent.

Zhuo Lunyuan was a little surprised.

Sometimes even the nurse who took care of her father was a little afraid to approach such a Zhuo Yuanzhi.

The moment Zhuo Yuanzhi saw Song Jing, the eyes that seemed to have lost their luster suddenly burst out with a huge light, a dying old man, as if bursting with the strength of life, he looked at Song Jing, the same shriveled, toothless mouth closed one by one: "...... Surname...... Song ......"

One of his arms struck up with great effort, no different from a skeleton.

With a "click", Song Jing suddenly heard the sound of the door locking.

"Hurry ......"

Zhuo Yuanzhi pointed at Song Jing and laboriously said a word, just this one word, as if all his strength was exhausted.

Zhuo Lunyuan straightened up, took off his watch, and looked at Song Jing, as if with regret on his face: "Miss Song, it's good to be vigilant, but you still shouldn't come." ”

He clapped his palms, and with a "bang", two people came out of the toilet cubicle that came with this room.

Dressed in black and sunglasses, with a strong body, he is a bodyguard.

The force of the flesh that is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Song Jing looked at Zhuo Lunyuan, and then at the two black-clothed bodyguards behind him, with strange expressions.

Just [51 fo] two people?

Hey, that's not afraid!

When Zhuo Lunyuan was smiling, Song Jing quickly picked up a teapot placed on a table on the side of the hospital bed, and threw it at Zhuo Lunyuan with great precision.

With a "bang", Zhuo Lunyuan's forehead was connected steadily.

He subconsciously touched his forehead, a touch of blood flowed down, he rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and fainted.

Zhuo Yuanzhi next to him: "......"

His eyes widened in panic, as if he was a little excited, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength to jump up.

In the next second, Song Jing had already met the two bodyguards head-on.

The two bodyguards have some ability, but they can't help Song Jing, in the midst of a clang, Jian Nuo didn't make a move, Song Jing tied up the two bodyguards, and blocked a piece of sheet torn from Zhuo Yuanzhi's bed in his mouth, it was about too smelly, the air was still bearable, and he couldn't bear it in his mouth, so he was directly fainted by the smell.

Song Jing snorted, and was proud: "Waste, dare to come with only two people, look down on Dad!"

Back then, she even screamed at the senior brothers of Shaolin Temple.