Before going out, Xiao Zexiao held Yan Qinqing's hand tightly, as if this could give her strength.

Before the two of them fell into the thick fog, Yan Qinqing could still hear his words, "Don't worry, I will appear by your side soon to protect you." ”

And then there was silence, as if in an enclosed space.

Is this a successful possession?

Well, this flight can be given a five-star review!

Yan Qinqing didn't open her eyes, she was still lying on her side on the somewhat hard bed, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant between her noses.

After extracting the memory of the original owner, I suddenly realized why there was such a taste.

The original owner's name is Song Xiaoqing, 25 years old this year, and she is a nurse.

A nurse in the inpatient department of the ENT department in a small hospital on the outskirts of a second-tier city, she is on night duty today, and she is taking a nap in the duty room at the moment.

Before he could extract more memories, there was movement outside the door.

"Xiaoqing. The door was opened, and a soft voice rang in her ear, and she was pushed, "It's time for the night patrol." Go for it. ”

Yan Qinqing opened her eyes, and in front of her was a colleague who was on night duty with her, a twenty-two-year-old ****, an ordinary, gentle girl.

"Thank you for calling me, Min. Yan Qinqing followed the example of the original owner, smiled gratefully at her, took the form she handed over, yawned and got up.

Shaking his head with a smile at her, he picked up the coat on the bed opposite her and put it on, "I'm mainly here to get the coat, I don't know what's going on, it's a little cold at the nurse's station today." ”

When she said this, she saw Yan Qinqing get up, walked to her side, picked up her coat and put it on her, "It's a little cold, you are also wearing a coat." ”

"Thank you, you are really my angel!" Yan Qinqing smiled playfully at her, put her coat away, and went straight out of the duty room, bypassing the nurse's station, preparing to inspect the wards one by one.

The biggest advantage of a small hospital in the suburbs is that the wards are not yet full, and the work of nurses is relatively easy compared to that of large hospitals.

The biggest disadvantage is that Yan Qinqing, who is standing in the dim corridor at this moment, has already felt it.

Most of the ENT departments are minor surgeries, and major surgeries are rare, not to mention that this is still a remote and unfamous small hospital.

The inpatient department will not be full for a long time, and there will be no congestion in the corridor outside the ward, and there will be few family members accompanying the bed.

In the inpatient units, which are usually less crowded, at night, after the visiting time, the lights will be turned off a lot, leaving one at intervals.

The long corridor with a corner, with only a few lights left, was not brightly lit, but a little hazy and dim.

The things in the line of sight faintly outline a dim outline, and at a glance, it looks like a corridor in a ghost movie.

It seems that footsteps will come from a distance at any time, and there will be a blurred figure from far to near.

Yan Qinqing put on her coat, extracted the memory of the original owner's duty to patrol the night, and hugged the form tightly, and couldn't help but shudder.

Even after experiencing the end times, she is not afraid of the dark, but she is really afraid of this silent and dim corridor, there is no sound, but it makes people feel terrible.

What's more, she knew in her heart what this task was and what she would face.

Even if you know it in your heart, the unknown is the most terrifying.

The horrible thing didn't show up, none of the scary details from the movie, and the hallway was still quiet, with the smell of disinfectant.

She unscrewed the door of the ward and checked the patients from room to room.

The throat patient of the ENT department is the focus of the examination, and if there is a problem with breathing, it is very likely that he will leave this world without realizing it.

Walking through the corridor near the nurses' station, turning to the left, the corridor is even darker without the lights of the nurses' station sign.

She had just come out of a ward, and as soon as she turned around, there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing by the door of the ward opposite.

He has long loose hair, his head is bowed, his body is leaning against the wall, and he is wearing a patient gown.

Yan Qinqing was so frightened that she almost screamed, it's really not that she is not guts, this kind of ghost that is more terrifying than zombies is simply an invincible existence.

But the girl in front of her is not a ghost, she extracted the memory of the original owner, this girl is Yao Yanyan, a patient in the ward.

A poor girl.

Yan Qinqing slowly squatted in front of her, brushed away the long hair hanging on the side of her face for her, and said softly, "Yanyan, it's so late, why don't you sleep yet?"

Yao Yanyan raised her head, her eyes were very beautiful, flashing with the dazzling light of youth and innocence, but unfortunately there was only one left, and the other eye was tightly wrapped in gauze.

Yan Qinqing knew that there was a hole under the gauze, and there were no eyeballs.

"Sister Xiaoqing. It's good to see you. Yao Yanyan's voice was also very soft, as if it was fluttering in the wind, but with a joyful smile on her face, the smile revealed her joy at seeing Yan Qinqing.

Yan Qinqing touched her little face, slightly cold, and whispered distressedly: "It's cold at night, go into the bed and sleep." ”

Yao Yanyan is a rural child, after her parents gave birth to a son, she was like a child who was raised, doing housework, taking care of her younger brother, like a little nanny.

If it weren't for her brother's clamoring to climb a tree, her beautiful eyes would still be in their sockets.

But in order to protect her younger brother, she was scolded as a mourning star, scolded as a debt collector, and even refused to pay.

Yao Yanyan's expenses were donated by Song Xiaoqing and the doctors and nurses in the hospital, and everyone has seen her with branches in her eyes, but she is still being punched and kicked.

Yan Qinqing extracted these memories, and felt that she was also a little sad with the original owner's heart, and when she spoke, she became more gentle, took her cold hand, and pushed open the door of the ward, "Sleep." Don't stand outside. Little fools. ”

"I heard you're getting married. I've taken a long time off, haven't I seen you for a long time?" Yao Yanyan obediently followed her into the ward, consciously went to the ward, and when she covered herself with the quilt, her smiling eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'll be back after I get married. Even if you are discharged from the hospital, I can go to see you, so you have to live well. Yan Qinqing tucked the quilt for her and smiled softly at her.

After Yao Yanyan lost her eyeballs, she began to show signs of depression, she was misanthropic, if it weren't for Song Xiaoqing's warmth, probably this girl would have been dead a long time ago.

Yan Qinqing was extracting these memories, thinking of the parents who had tactfully reminded her that they were kind to her, she was already depressed, but she got the best answer when she died.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and the memories were still floating endlessly.

At this moment, a sentence came to her mind, "Xiaoqing, are you here?" Yao Yanyan, that little girl committed suicide. She still couldn't stand suicide. If it were you who kept vigil, you might be able to persuade her, what a pity for the young girl. Last night's night patrol was a new little nurse, all scared stupid, Yanyan was lying in a pool of blood, the bed was covered with blood, still dripping on the ground. ”