“。” With a muffled sound, the door to the ward opened. Yin Xingji leaned weakly against the wall, poked his head out, and looked around very vigilantly.

The hallway was quiet, and there was not a trace of people in sight.

In the hallway of the hospital, it was dim, only a few faint lights emitted a dim light.

At the end of the corridor, there was a "black hole"

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Yin Yifeng leaned against the wall and looked at the secluded corridor in front of him, he suddenly felt a little frightened.

After wandering in the Black Society for so many years, he has never been afraid, and today is the first time he feels the taste of fear.

In the past, when I was in the gang, I was surrounded by a group of people every day, chatting, drinking, fighting, and always in a big group.

What kind of life was that, I was very happy at the time, but whenever I was quiet and alone, I always had a feeling of saying that it was good, as if it was lonely, and it seemed to be lonely.

It's the first time I've suddenly become a person.

What he feared was not the darkness, but the fact that he was alone in the darkness.

The end of the corridor is like the corner of death on the horizon.

Yin Yifeng muttered: "The horn of death, the gate of hell?" ”

He suddenly felt as if he had gone out of his body and walked to the front of the gates of hell.

The road was ahead, but he didn't know where to go.

He misses one person in his heart, and he wants to know the safety of the other, but he doesn't know where they are.

Light, a glimmer of light unlike any other faint light, bloomed silently at the end of the hallway.

This ray of light, although it is not so strong, but because of this light, it is like a web of hope for life in the dark night.

Yin Yifeng leaned weakly against the wall with one hand, and covered his wounds with the other.

The expression is painful and hideous.

He gritted his teeth and barely stood up.

Yin Yifeng pondered for a moment, and he secretly made a decision.

He gritted his teeth in pain, stared at the light in the distance, and walked forward with a firm step.

Renhe Private Hospital, President's Office.

It is located on the second floor of the hospital, just around the corner from the intensive care unit.

At this time, the lights in the office were still on.

The door was ajar, and a ray of light shone through it.

At this time, there were two people standing in the office, and they were both facing the door at this time.

They seemed to be trying to say something.

Yin Yifeng, who was standing outside the door, was so weak that his mind was dizzy because the light was too dim, and he couldn't see their figures and appearances clearly.

Still, he could vaguely discern what they looked like.

Based on general speculation, Yin Yifeng still vaguely distinguished.

One was wearing a white coat with slightly pale hair.

"He must be from this hospital."

Yin Yifeng secretly guessed.

He leaned weakly against the wall, his lips white.

The other seemed to be older, hunched over, with his back bent and his hair already graying.

"Mr. Yin, you can rest assured. The child had woken up and was now out of danger. The man in the white coat said. His name is Zhang Renjian, and he is the director of this hospital and the best doctor in this hospital. "Really? That's good, that's good. The man who was called Mr. Yin breathed a sigh of relief. He was silent for a moment, then sighed. "And what about the other three?" "Uh," Zhang Renjian was silent for a moment. "You mean, two women and one man?" The man nodded. Yin Yifeng was shocked. "Two men and one woman? Could it be them? He remembered that Yin Yanyan and the Xiaodong and Lin Xuewei he was talking about. Especially for Lin Xuewei, he seems to have a very special feeling. "Hey." Zhang Renjian sighed. He bowed his head apologetically. "Well, it's not very good." The man said urgently. The heart was flustered. "What, what do you mean?" "The boy is dead." Zhang Ren softened. Then he said. "As for the two girls, one is called Xuewei, she hasn't said a word in days, and the other girl is no better." The man in the white coat seemed to sigh. The tone was heavy. After listening to their conversation, Yin Yifeng confirmed that his guess was correct. "Dead? Xiaodong: Is he really dead? Yin Yifeng sat on the ground and became sad. He had suspected that Liu Xiaodong might be dead, but after all, it was just his suspicion, and it had not been confirmed. "And what about them now?" The white-haired old man looked nervous. His body trembled slightly. "She, they're gone." Zhang Renjian's tone was very low. "What? Let's go. The white-haired old man didn't know whether he was angry or excited, and his voice trembled a little. Go, where to go? ”“。” Silent. There was silence again. It's terrifying and chilling. Yin Yifeng sat limply on the ground, his eyes slightly red. "Xiaodong, my brother." He seemed to have remembered. "When did you leave, how did you do things? Didn't I tell you to send someone to watch over them? The man was so excited that his voice trembled. I'm sorry, Mr. Yin. It's all my fault. Zhang Renjian lowered his head and his tone became even lower. He's guilty. Shame on one's own dereliction of duty. "Where did they go? Did you send someone to find it? The white-haired old man was furious with grief. He roared with all his might. His pale voice resounded in this silent night, in the quiet of the hospital. "I searched, searched, but I haven't found it yet." Zhang Renjian hurriedly replied. "Now it's raining so hard outside, where are you telling them to go?" The tone of sorrow was very desolate. His face suddenly aged again. It's like a child who has lost his favorite toy. The look of loss after losing something most important. Yin Yifeng's tears kept sliding down. This is the first time in six years that Yin Yifeng has cried. In the past, even if he was lost or seriously injured, he would never shed a single tear. He sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his head looking up at the ceiling. He felt a burst of pain in his lower back, and he subconsciously touched his back, his hands sticky. He smiled bitterly, a faint sadness, and let the cold tears run across his cheeks presumptuously. "Oh, it turned out to be blood." Yin Yifeng let the tears and blood slip wantonly. His love was extremely low, sadness, memories, pain, loss, little by little dizziness, rippling like ripples of water. "No, I want to see him, I want to see him." Yin Yifeng muttered to himself while struggling to get up. However, because he had been injured and had not yet recovered, coupled with the "tossing" all the way just now, the wound broke and bled again. He was now weak and weak, and his vision began to blur. Eventually, I fainted. Hey, sir, are you alright. How did you get here? A nurse ran over and helped Yin Yifeng up. Their voices alarmed the people in the office. "What happened?" “。” No one answered. Only the empty corridor, the faint light.