When her cousin told her that her family needed to sell the house, Ling Li only thought of vacating the house as soon as possible and selling it, and raising money for Xiaobao's treatment as soon as possible, never thinking that there would be such a thing as a hospital refusing to accept it.

She couldn't figure it out, how could such a hopeless thing happen to such a young child? How could the hospital be so ruthless and sentence a child who was just over a year old to death?

Suddenly, she remembered the feeling when her fingertips touched Xiao Min's cold body that year.

Could it be that the soft little treasure will soon be like that and Xiaomin? The bruise-purple stains were covered in stiff and cold appearance......

For a while, her heart couldn't stop hurting, she only felt that the whole person was extremely anxious, and she originally wanted to look at the case file and make more preparations for the collection of evidence, but at this time, everything was in chaos, and she couldn't do anything.

I don't know how long it took to stay in place, but the phone that fell on the ground rang again. Because of the vibration, the floor of that piece of the floor seemed to be beating with the vibration of the mobile phone, waking her up from the state of the six gods and no master.

Ling Li was a little afraid to hear more cruel news from the phone, but after thinking about it for a long time, she still picked it up.

Fortunately, there are three words "Tian Zhengyan" on the screen.

The content of the call was very brief, in addition to asking her how she was prepared to go to Haidong to collect evidence, that is, she was asked to deliver food to Nanzhiyi in 1801.

After Ling Li hung up the phone, she was stunned for a moment.

Tian Zhengyan and Nan Zhiyi went to Nanxi, and it is said that they only returned tonight, why did Nan Zhiyi come back first?

She hesitated for a while, looked at her face in the mirror, and didn't want to go out.

Although the swelling has disappeared, the obvious scratches on the face and some bruised fingerprints are too eye-catching.

She took out the powder and put layer after layer of powder on the fingerprints, but she still couldn't cover it, but she looked like she wanted to cover it.

Ling Li pulled the long hair that was scattered on her back to the front, covering her face as much as possible.

As for the long nail scratches that hung down from the forehead to the eyelids, no matter how you fiddled with the bangs, they couldn't cover it, and the long one looked extremely hideous, as if only sunglasses could cover it.

But if you wear sunglasses at night, you will be regarded as blind, right?

After struggling for a long time, Ling Li retreated and put on black-framed glasses that he hadn't touched for a long time, and he could cover as much as he could.

Because the small shop downstairs was not open, Ling Li hurriedly went to a Chinese restaurant across the street to buy food, carried a few food boxes, and rushed to Nanzhiyi's apartment a kilometer away.

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Nan Zhiyi frowned and looked at the scene in front of him. He didn't know this place, but it seemed like when he had been there.

A pale yellow door was hidden in front of him, and there seemed to be some dark liquid under the door, which quickly seeped into the gray ground.

He took two steps back, not wanting the liquid to get on his shoes.

In a trance, there was a sudden soft sound in the door, which seemed to be someone's sigh, and it seemed to be extremely painful*.

Nan Zhiyi hurriedly pushed the door in, and saw a young man lying on the bed. There was a knife stuck in his tank top, which was deep enough to save only the hilt, and the shocking crimson of his white shirt was slowly spreading around, staining most of his back.

The man lay motionless on his side with his eyes closed, and the outline of his side face seemed somewhat familiar.

At this time, Nan Zhiyi smelled the smell of blood in the room that was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved......

His heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly took two steps forward to see who it was, when he suddenly felt a slippery piece under his feet and almost fell, but fortunately he was able to stand firm by holding on to the chest of drawers beside him.

Nan Zhiyi looked down and saw a dark red liquid everywhere under his feet, and there were mottled blood stains on the wall and on the bed.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings were blurred, and he looked around with wide eyes, as if he saw two human-like objects lying on the ground......

There was movement in the direction of the door, it seemed that someone was coming, and Nanzhiyi turned his head to look over.

The first person to rush in was a young man with high cheekbones, who was so tall that Nan Zhiyi had to tilt his head to see his face.

Dressed in a gray uniform and a large cap, he held a baton in his hand and shouted in horror: "Murder! ”

Hearing his words, Nan Zhiyi subconsciously said, "It's not me......"

But when he heard his own voice, there was something vaguely wrong. His voice was a little hoarse, not at all like his voice.

Suddenly he felt a sticky feeling on his fingers, and he subconsciously looked down.

The slightly trembling blood-stained fingers in front of him were short and fat, with thick palms turned over, and there were clear pockets of flesh on the back of the hands, which were clearly not his own.

"It's not me......" he spoke again.

But this time, his voice was different.

Before he could figure it out, a soft female voice sounded in his ear: "I know it's not you." ”

The light around him suddenly lit up, and in the midst of the shifting of light and shadow, he suddenly found himself sitting on the edge of the top of a building, his feet dangling in the air, and the height under his feet was a palpitation for his heart, and he felt dazzling at first glance.

His heart was still beating wildly, and suddenly the tip of his nose was a little itchy, and he tilted his head slightly, and found whose long hair was blown by the wind and brushed the tip of his nose.

The face on his side, with a soft smile, and the pear vortex not far from the corner of his mouth bloomed, which made his manic heart settle down in an instant.

She was in the same position as him, sitting on the edge of the building with her feet dangling, fifteen stories below her.

"Xiao Yi," she smiled, "I only have you, you have to remember me, and you can never forget me." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she disappeared abruptly.

Nan Zhiyi lowered his eyes and looked at the slow-motion scene at his feet.

Her white dress turned into a plain white and delicate flower in the air, showing her graceful posture at will.

A few seconds, but it seemed like a century, and then there was a dull sound.

It was probably the sound of a human body colliding with a hard ground.

"Teacher!"

He suddenly came to his senses and screamed. It was also this hoarse sound that woke him up as well.

Nan Zhiyi sat up, sweaty, his heart was beating fast, and he was in a trance.

He seemed to be in the bedroom, but the scene just now was too real, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the abrupt red and white.

Is it a dream, or is it an illusion? What happened, and what was his imagination?

He couldn't tell the difference.

Nanzhiyi's eyes widened, adjusting to the somewhat dim light in the room.

There was a faint orange light shining through the doorway, which seemed to be the light of the outer entrance. In the soft and faint light, he faintly saw a slender shadow, leaning against the door frame, as if the face was facing in his direction.

"Teacher Nan, you ...... What's wrong? A few seconds later, another soft, soft voice came.

There was a bit of worry in his voice, and for a moment he was pulled back to reality from his dream-like state.

After a few seconds, he finally remembered that it was Ling Li's voice.

Nan Zhiyi raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, feeling that his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

"It's nothing, I'm too tired to fall asleep." He answered.

And he said in his heart that he had a nightmare.

"Oh," Ling Li replied, explaining why she had entered the house, "I kept knocking on the door just now and there was no reply, so I found the key to come in." ”

Nan Zhiyi replied softly and stood up.

After only two steps, he felt dizzy, his feet were a little floating, and he was about to lose his feet when he bent his knees.

In the panic, he wanted to grab something so as not to kneel, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, there was a warm and delicate feeling in his palm, and there was a "be careful" in his ears.

Nan Zhiyi grabbed Ling Li's wrist tightly, stood firm with the strength of her hand, immediately took a step back and let go of her hand, and sighed slightly.

Ling Li quietly shook his hand, and put the hand that he had grabbed a little painfully just now behind his back, slightly uncomfortable.

He almost fell down just now, and Ling Li also stepped forward in a hurry to support him, but it turned out that it was neither light nor heavy, and it really hurt to grab her wrist.

As soon as I stood up, I almost fainted, it seems that Nan Zhiyi is really low blood sugar.

So she said, "Teacher Nan, your dinner is in the kitchen, hurry up and eat it, I guess you are in a hypoglycemic state." ”

"Hmm." He replied again.

The light was very dim and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but Ling Li could feel that Nan Zhiyi's attention was obviously not on her sudden appearance, and he couldn't hear the emotion in just a few words he said, but compared with his usual state, his voice was obviously in too good spirits.

Ling Li guessed, probably because he had just woken up, right?

After a few seconds of silence, she remembered Xiaobao's matter.

In fact, on the way here, she thought about it, Xiaobao's matter is currently the most important, even if she has been greatly wronged, she can't let it go.

My uncle and aunt have been busy opening restaurants over the years, and they know a lot of people, but they are all diners who come and go. The one who can help in this matter is none other than Zhu Jinchuan and other former neighbors. My cousin is in Huacheng all the year round, and his interpersonal relationships are not in the city.

As for Ding Wenhua, she has been sitting in the well and watching the sky all these years, let alone count on her.

And among the people she knows, except for Zhu Jinchuan, Nanzhiyi and Tian Zhengyan are very capable. Not to mention anything else, at least the doctors in the Second Affiliated Hospital of Funan University School of Medicine who hold the title of professor and doctoral supervisor are, strictly speaking, their colleagues.

It's a little hard to speak, but when it comes to life and death, she decided to ask Nan Zhiyi for help after thinking about it.

Ling Li asked a little apprehensively, "Teacher Nan, I don't know if you know anyone from the hospital when you are here in the capital?" ”

"Hospital?" In the darkness, his voice suddenly became urgent, "What are you asking for?" ”

Isn't the fifteen-story building in my dream just now a hospital? Why did Fan Mei suddenly mention this?

I don't know why, Nan Zhiyi doesn't seem to be the same as usual today, as if he is a little extra fragile and neurotic, Ling Li is afraid that he will accidentally provoke him.

In the dim light, the sound of his breathing was audible. A few breaths passed, followed by a simple word from him: "Good." ”

Ling Li's heart was relieved, she bit her lip, and said the next request: "Teacher Nan, can I take two days off?" I want to ......"

Before she finished speaking, Nan Zhiyi raised her hand and pressed the switch on the bedside.

A circle of downlights in the bedroom lit up, although it was a warm orange light that was not so dazzling, but the brightness that suddenly increased made Ling Li uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her eyes.

When she felt as if the lights were not so dazzling, she slowly took her hand, but at a glance saw Nan Zhiyi standing in front of her.

He was slightly bent over, his eyes were blazing in front of his neck, and he looked the same as usual, but his face was a little pale, and the smile that always wore on the corner of his mouth disappeared.