When Chu Shi'an came to the hospital again, he happened to encounter a battle between a doctor and a god of death fighting for his life.

Earlier, there was a series of car accidents on the nearby highway, many people were injured, and ambulances whizzed by one by one, carrying one bloody wounded person after another from the car.

There are middle-aged men screaming in mourning, unconscious women, and children crying and crying out in pain.

Blood almost stained the white robes of the doctors and nurses.

The hospital was in utter chaos, with medical staff rushing to and fro, families of the wounded crying and excited, and some media workers covering the news.

Chu Shi'an stood in the corner of the hospital hall, looking at the people who were rushing and running in the hall with a blank face.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." A red-eyed man yelled out of the way, and behind him, a doctor and a nurse were pushing a stretcher straight to the operating room.

There was an unconscious woman lying on the stretcher, the white sheets covering her body had all been soaked with red blood, and the red blood with a fishy smell ran down her hand on the stretcher, dripping on the floor drop by drop, leaving a string of bloodstains.

Chu Shi'an looked at the dazzling blood on the ground, smelled the mixed smell of disinfectant water and blood, listened to the noisy sound of painful eardrums, his body stiffened, and then he took two steps back in confusion, retreated to the most corner, and slowly squatted down.

Obviously he was already hiding in the corner, but Chu Shi'an still hid in a corner. There was a hint of confusion and panic on her calm face, and she slowly squatted down, her eyes blank and empty.

"Ann." An Shijin, who walked in front of Chu Shi'an, shouted softly.

Chu Shi'an raised his head, his eyes full of horror.

"Doctor, doctor, please save them, please." The heart-rending shout suddenly rushed into Chu Shizi's mind from near and far.

Everything in front of me began to blur, like a kaleidoscope, slowly spinning, and the images of reality and another world slowly overlapped.

"She lost so much blood that she couldn't hold it anymore." The woman's voice was hurried and panicked.

"Save the next one first." The man commanded calmly.

"Both of them have to be saved, if you hear it, both of them must be saved." The man in the police uniform, covered in blood, roared with red eyes, his face almost distorted to make out the appearance.

My head hurt so badly that it seemed to explode, but the voices were still screaming desperately.

"Ann." The girl lying on the stretcher was covered in blood, she opened her eyes weakly and looked at Chu Shi'an on the stretcher on the side.

The two stretchers were pushed rapidly in the hallway almost in the same row.

The howling wind made the wound even more painful.

"Ann, don't be afraid." The girl was obviously about to faint in pain, but she still tried her best to raise a smile and comfort Chu Shi'an.

The girl was young and beautiful, with a small tear mole in the corner of her eye, she was horribly pale and had a gentle smile on her face.

Her thin body was pouring blood, her eyes were slowly closing, but her faint voice was repeating over and over again.

"Ann, don't be afraid."

The cacophony of noises slowly disappeared, the sirens disappeared, the screeching of wheels across the floor disappeared, the voices of nurses and doctors disappeared, and Chu An's voice disappeared.

There was only one voice left in the whole world, and that faint and gentle voice was repeated in Chu Shi'an's mind.

"Ann, don't be afraid."

"Ann, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" It was another voice, not Chu Lian's.

"I'm fine." Chu Shi'an slowly stood up from the corner, his pale face was calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"It's a little messy in the hospital today, but it's okay, the person we're looking for shouldn't be busy now, let's go." Chu Shi'an straightened his collar, frowned and looked straight ahead, straightening his back.

"Ann." The white fingers lightly rested on Chu Shi'an's wrist and grabbed her.

"What's wrong?" Chu Shi'an turned his head and looked at An Shijin with a heavy face.

"What the hell happened to you?" An Shijin bit her lip and asked solemnly, her eyes were staring at Chu Shi'an's eyes tightly, for fear of missing a glance from her.

"Just now." Chu Shi'an frowned, and looked at An Shijin with some inexplicability: "There were too many people just now, I made way for them and stood in the corner, isn't it strange." ”

Chu Shi'an seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, forgetting that she was huddled in the corner with a frightened and frightened face, looking around blankly and helplessly.

An Shijin had just called her for a long time, but she hadn't reacted.

After a few minutes, she returned to normal and forgot what had just happened.

However, this is not normal, it should be said, it is very abnormal.

Although An Shijin is a forensic doctor, she has studied more broadly and comprehensively than ordinary specialists. So she suspected for the first time that there must have been an abnormality in Chu Shi'an's head, which suppressed her nerves, causing her to behave abnormally, and she couldn't find her abnormality at all.

This was the first time this had happened, but it was only after An Shijin and Chu Shi'an were together that she found out that this happened to Chu Shi'an for the first time.

"Alright, we should now go and catch the real culprit." Chu Shi'an took a light breath, pulled An Shijin, who was stunned on the side, and strode forward.

At the end of the hallway of the hospital, turning a small garden, is a small utility room with some cleaning supplies.

It's a small room for hospital cleaners, with carts and chairs and a table, and it seems that the cleaners will still rest here.

The place where Chu Shi'an pulled An Shijin to come was this small utility room.

The door was not closed, and when I looked at it, there was no one.

There is only a small window in the room that is breathable, and the light is not strong, and it looks a little dim.

Leaning against the small window, was a small, shabby desk filled with layers of books.

The trolley sits next to the desk, tied with strips of cloth mixed with white and blue and red, which are carefully woven together and tied to the handle.

"What are you looking for?" A deep voice sounded silently from behind.

An Shijin was frightened, instinctively shrank behind Chu Shi'an, and looked at the old man with a pale face and wrinkles who suddenly appeared at the door in horror.

"Don't be afraid." Chu Shi'an protected An Shijin and reached out to hold her hand.

"We've come here to look for something, but we've found it." Chu Shi'an's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on a pair of scissors for building flowers and plants in the old man's hand.

This old man is really Chu Shi'an and An Shijin have met several times before, the taciturn clean old man.

"Oh, what did I find." The old man's wrist moved, the scissors in his hand squeaked and closed, the sharp blades rubbed and made a strange rustling sound, cutting the air again and again, his eyes were cloudy and indifferent, just looking coldly at the two people standing in the room.