The noise of the hospital and the busy medical staff working almost 24 hours a day can make the entire rescue system work reasonably, but this is only the appearance. In this context, even in the foreground, such a slightly gunpowder conversation still does not stand anyone's attention.

"Little girl, I can understand how much you care about your friend, and you can rest assured that she is much safer than you and me. A brief and vague answer.

"So, you want me to leave this matter alone, that's your reason?"

The eyes in her glasses were full of anger, and she was already very tired, and her self-control naturally decreased. Didn't think too much about it, was impulsive, and the tone was unfriendly.

Now faced with the situation that Xiao Lan's life and death are unknown, and it is very likely that he has made sacrifices because of others, Zhang Ting is even more unlikely to be dismissed because of the other party's perfunctory words.

"I'm very busy right now, and I've said everything I need to say. He didn't seem to pay any attention to Zhang Ting's desires, or it was unnecessary.

As an armed peacekeeper, he has a lot of affairs to deal with, whether it is maintaining order or the tasks issued by the above. Xiao Lan's matter is only a very small part of his work, and everything that should be done has been done, and he will not care about the rest.

Life and death, he has seen a lot in the past few days, almost numb, Zhang Ting's mood he can understand, but only understand.

......At this time, the walkie-talkie of the armed officer in front of Zhang Ting pinned to his waist rang out so loudly, so abrupt that Zhang Ting pressed back the rebuttal that was about to spit out his throat.

The armed officer did not disappoint, seizing the moment to pick up the walkie-talkie and talk sideways. The originally calm and serious tone became rapid, even a little excited, and he put down one side of the hand to his waist, and subconsciously touched the pistol, looking very uneasy.

The intercom ends.

"Okay, I'm in the hospital now, I'll arrange a guard immediately. This was the only sentence that Zhang Ting could understand in the whole conversation, and after she reacted, the conversation between the two of them was over.

"Now the hospital is ready to pull the cordon. The armed officer consciously repeated this sentence to Zhang Ting again, and then ordered in a heavy tone, "Little girl, I advise you to go back to your original place and stay obediently, don't go anywhere, and remind your friends." ”

The armed officer finally looked at Zhang Ting's words, strode away, went to several other armed men in the distance, and organized a few people to walk to the location of the safe exit of the corridor. Zhang Ting originally wanted to ask why, but reason told her that it was best to obey, but she didn't. She quietly followed, and with the big white coat on her body, no medical staff paid special attention to her, let alone stopped her.

Zhang Ting came to a halt when the safe passage of the stairs stopped, and she knew that several armed officers always walked here, and there was usually a morgue on the basement floor of the hospital. Staring at the fluorescent exit sign on the safe passage, the decision was made one step faster than the thought. She followed the sound she had walked through and walked down the uncharted area of the negative floor.

The movements of the armed officers were swift but widespread. The three or four of them went downstairs quickly, but they left a long sound, and the footsteps were amplified back and forth in the already empty and dimly lit environment on the basement floor.

Zhang Ting suddenly felt a burst of heart, couldn't breathe, and frowned. Before I had completely descended to the negative layer, I smelled a strong rancid smell. Normally, the mortuary environment of the hospital has a strict system and does not have such a pungent smell. The pungent smell of rotting corpses caused her to be momentarily dizzy, and Zhang Ting leaned against the wall to ease up, covered her mask tightly, and continued to walk.

After descending the stairs, there is a wide, but not long walkway that can be seen at the end. The incandescent lights above the walkway are dim and surrounded by white tiles to maintain hygiene and facilitate disinfection. Zhang Ting was facing the end of the aisle, and there were a total of four fans on both sides of her hands, which were very far apart. The rancid smell was so pungent that Zhang Ting had to cover her original mask tighter, and her eyes felt so stinging that she wanted to cry, but she desperately held back and moved forward.

Her footsteps were in the corridor, and there was no movement around her, let alone a person.

Passing by a doorway, she could look through the glass window on the door, and her vision gradually became clearer. After watching it for a long time, she realized what it was, her pupils dilated instantly, and for a moment the whole person was stunned in place, her expression gradually blurred, standing stupidly, without moving.

"What are you doing here!"

A shout from behind dissipated all her fears, and a strange armed officer stood behind her and asked in a loud voice: "Where's the formation? Nurse? Can't you come here?"

"Sorry, I made a mistake. Zhang Ting wore a mask with an unclear expression, but her tone was pleading for forgiveness and reacted quickly, "I'll go out right now." ”

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Zhang Ting almost left here in a fleeing posture.

She sprinted all the way, and the few stairs from the first floor to the first floor made her feel tired from the bottom of her heart. The picture just now has been flashing in my mind, refusing to disperse, and the ghost will not disperse. When Zhang Ting ran to the negative floor, she was already out of breath, and her uneasiness did not let her stay for long, and she ran to the post-medical hall with the largest number of personnel, which made her psychological fear dispelled a little.

She sat down on an empty chair and took off her mask to get some fresh air. Looking up at the ceiling, panting and his eyes dry, he thought back to what he had just seen.

A living person burned to death, that's what she saw.

A patient, who was still alive, but was unable to move in the advanced stages of his illness, was pushed alive by a medical staff into the incinerator. Before the half-conscious patient could react, the incinerator had already been shut down, but it made a very small scream, like a young mouse being bitten to death by a cat in its mouth, subtle and weak. What was supposed to be a hospital that saved lives has now become a crematorium for the wounded.

How so?

Zhang Ting thought that she had been desperately trying to save people at the aid station before, and finally sent them to the hospital to declare the operation failed, and she even believed it stupidly. Tiredness made her body unable to move anymore, and her emotional upsurge was uncontrollable, and she even had to cover her forehead to relieve her dizziness caused by fatigue.

I'm so tired......

She thought to herself.

This is the only time Zhang Ting has been tired from the bottom of her heart these days. She found that she couldn't do anything, and there was no point in doing it.

"Hello, are you a nurse here? Excuse me, I have a kid here, he's been in a coma with a fever all morning, can you help us?"

The sudden request interrupted the sad moment and pulled Zhang Ting out of her out-of-control emotions.