How much the king pigeon wanted to stop the car and look at her seriously.

How I wanted to talk to her.

How I want to ask her how she feels during the time she has become a god of death, and whether she is doing well.

How I wanted to ask her if she still remembered herself.

How I want to ask her if she misses her parents, if she misses herself.

How I wanted to ask her what it was that she didn't have time to say that day.

How I want to tell her that I am working hard, trying to bring her back to the world, and trying to save her.

How I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and how much I missed her.

How I want to tell her, can I not take away the soul of this old lady in the ambulance, because she also has children, and she is also like you in the past, and she may not have an end of life.

But no.

He can't do anything, he can't do anything.

"The heart is stopped!" Dr. Cao was anxious, myocardial infarction is due to the narrowing of blood vessels, embolism caused by insufficient blood supply to the heart muscle, if the time is too long, it will cause a large area of heart muscle cells to die, this symptom causes irreversible damage to the heart.

Dr. Cao pressed his left palm down on the patient's chest, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it into his left hand.

One time!

He looked up at the heartbeat monitor, but it didn't work.

Second time!

Or not.

Dr. Cao directly half-stood up, rode on the patient, crossed his hands, and began chest heart compressions.

"Old lady, hold on, come back, otherwise how can I explain to Uncle Jiang!"

Although it is night, the street lights in Xiangsha City are still bright. Wang Ge tried his best to avoid looking at Lan Xin, who had become a god of death, but he couldn't help but look at the distance between the god of death and the ambulance.

Sometimes, what happens in reality is more dramatic than what happens in novels and TV dramas.

Wang Ge has always had a crush on Lan Xin and has always wanted to chase Lan Xin. But now, it has become Lan Xin chasing him.

It's just that Lan Xin has lost all his memories and has become a grim reaper.

Lan Xin's reason for following the ambulance is very simple, there is only one one, and that is to take away the souls of the patients in the car. She doesn't care if the driver is a king pigeon, she doesn't know the king pigeon anymore.

The person he loved the most chased the king pigeon as fast as he could, but the king pigeon couldn't stop the car, turned around and gave her an affectionate hug.

The king pigeon could only escape, as fast as he could, with a certain madness, flee Lanxin.

In other words, although the Grim Reaper behind her has Lan Xin's appearance, appearance, and even hobbies, she is not Lan Xin.

Wang Ge knows that only by getting rid of the Grim Reaper behind him, who is very similar to Lan Xin, can he have the opportunity to meet the real Lan Xin and confide in her one day in the future.

Wang Ge wiped his eyes with one free hand, wiped away a few tears that had not been shed, the buttons on his hands kept changing, and the sound of the ambulance siren was constantly switching.

Lan Xin, the god of death, was very fast, because the old lady in the ambulance had no vital signs.

No heartbeat, no pulse, no blood pressure, Dr. Cao in the carriage became more and more anxious, he was performing chest heart compressions, while staring at the screen of the monitoring instrument, looking forward to the recovery of blood pressure and heartbeat.

The nurse pressed the ventilator, dragged Dr. Cao, and signaled for him to rest and rest, and he could replace it by himself, but Dr. Cao still mechanically performed chest heart compressions as if he didn't know he was tired.

The traffic in front is congested, and there are few cars in the opposite lane, so the king pigeon can only constantly change lanes, cross the double yellow line in the middle of the road, and overtake from the wrong lane.

The blue police lights are flashing at night, dazzling and nervous, the king pigeon is going in the wrong direction, and the private car on the road has to avoid even if you don't want to get out of the way, if you don't get out of the way, you will hit your own car!

There is still a thousand meters, the last kilometer! Wang Ge swallowed his saliva, thinking that if the old lady in the car was fine, he would say that he would not leave the car tonight, and would go home from work, and on the way back he would buy some crayfish, make two bottles of beer, and have a good drink.

But the king pigeon turned his head again, and he didn't need to look at the mirror at all, he could already see Lan Xin, the god of death—she was parallel to the right door of the king pigeon, flying forward at the same speed.

Of course, Lan Xin was holding the transparent umbrella, and the handle of the umbrella was still wrapped with rape flowers.

The king pigeon had never seen a rape flower so golden in color, and under the light of the blue police lights, it seemed that life was beating on it.

"What are you clinging to?" Lan Xin said.

Through the glass window, the king pigeon should not have heard these words. But these words came out of his brain, and it was Lan Xin's voice.

Wang Ge felt the chill coming from the soul suppression card on his chest, which relieved his tense nervous state a lot. Lan Xin's words were collected by the Soul Suppression Card and projected directly into the soul of the king pigeon.

At this time, Lan Xin, the god of death, did not know Wang Ge, nor did he know that Wang Ge could see death, see her, and hear what she said.

She was just talking to herself.

"Sooner or later, human life will be exhausted, even if you lose it at this time, you will be reincarnated after participating in reincarnation, and you can live in another way, what are you clinging to?"

Lan Xin, the god of death, looked at the ambulance driver who was trying his best to get rid of her with some strange feelings, and felt the breath of death and enforcers from his body.

But this driver does not squint, he is not of the same kind at all, and he does not look like he can see himself.

Wang Pigeon's teeth were about to be crushed, "Lan Xin, Lan Xin, what you said is not right at all. Even if the soul can participate in reincarnation and reincarnate, it will lose all its memories after reincarnation. Although a person's life may not be brilliant or brilliant, at least it has existed, and if it exists, it will leave traces!"

The king pigeon shouted in his heart. "After reincarnation, you have forgotten everything, are you still the same you used to be? Lan Xin, look at yourself, are you still the kind, gentle, considerate and virtuous Lan Xin you used to be?"

Now Lan Xin, expressionless, cold and numb, the kind of contempt for life that the king pigeon has never seen.

This is not Lan Xin, Lan Xin has never been such a person!

The king pigeon increased the throttle and overtook Lan Xin, the god of death, who knew that the reason why Lan Xin did not enter the carriage right away was questioning his identity. In fact, he needs to get rid of death through this momentary doubt of the god of death and find the last glimmer of hope for the patient's survival.

When the dashboard pointer was about to point to 90 kilometers per hour, Wang Ge stepped on the brakes, he had arrived at the gate of the hospital, the steering wheel turned, and he entered the gate of the emergency department, and the doctors and nurses waiting at the door carried the patient out of the car, and other doctors helped Dr. Cao off the cart and took over his cardiopulmonary resuscitation work.

Dr. Cao leaned against the carriage door, slowly squatted down, the sweat on the door of his head flowed down, the curly hair on his head stuck to the door of his head, and his two arms fell to the ground weakly, panting heavily.

"Xiao Wang, she can live! I just felt her faint heartbeat. Dr. Cao was exhausted, the white coat on his body was almost soaked with sweat, and anyone who had done cardiopulmonary resuscitation knew how tiring the job was, but Dr. Cao was happy.

"Can't die!"

Wang Ge smiled and nodded and subdued him, letting him sit in the ambulance car with the door open to catch his breath. Wang Ge also knew that the old lady couldn't die, at least not now.

Lan Xin, the god of death, was standing at the gate of the emergency department with the long-handled umbrella with a transparent umbrella, looking at the king pigeon, but he didn't move at all. It seemed that she had no intention of taking the old lady's soul away.

Wang Ge helped Dr. Cao into the emergency department lounge, and when he came out and drove the car back to the parking lot, Lan Xin, the god of death, was gone.

At this time, the king pigeon dared to breathe a sigh of relief, took out his big water cup and frantically poured water on himself, and the back of the dark green uniform jacket was soaked with sweat, but no one saw it.

I don't know if I don't like drinking water, or I want to calm down as much as possible, Wang Ge poured the cold water in the cup on his head, washed his head, and cleansed his soul.

The number on the Soul Calming card has changed again, and it has become "Two Picks".

At 20:05 p.m., the king pigeon clocked out of work. The people in the convoy have come back one after another, and they all said that thanks to the king pigeon on duty in the convoy, otherwise there would be one less old man in the empty nest old people's mutual aid association of Grandpa Jiang in the Jiang'an Lido Community.

Wang Ge realized that most of the people in the team had been to the Jiang'an Lido Community, and they had all seen the strange Uncle Jiang. Even if you haven't seen it, you've heard of his legend. The king pigeon said hello to everyone and got off work.

He boarded the No. 63 bus, which was a long bus stop near his home.

"What are you clinging to?" his mind echoed with the words that Lan Xin said to himself.

This was also the first time he heard Lan Xin's voice after Lan Xin's accident.

Her voice was still so pleasant, like a crisp bell ringing in her ears. But in that voice, there was pride and coldness.

"yes, what am I obsessed with? I'm afraid it's not just to save you. Wang Ge smiled bitterly and said in his heart.

"Lan Xin, one day you will really wake up, I'm afraid you won't know what I've been through. ”

Today can be regarded as the day when the king pigeon enters the ambulance convoy and goes out of the car the most, and it is also the most tiring day.

After getting out of the car, he licked his lips when he passed by the barbecue stall outside the community, and he was not willing to spend the hundred yuan in his pocket after all.

He is still living in poverty, and he has not been paid his salary since he went to work, and now this little money is given by his family. After thinking about it for a while, he still touched his stomach and said, "I really made you suffer, I paid my salary and ate a good meal!"

When he got home, he said hello to his parents, took a shower in a hurry, dragged his tired body into bed, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

In the dream, Lan Xin was lying in the ambulance he was driving, and the navigator showed that his location was still 2,970 kilometers away from the hospital.

Suddenly, the picture turned, and Dr. Cao was sitting in the ambulance car, panting and wiping the sweat from his head with the sleeve of his white coat.

Wang Ge said in his heart, this is the reason why I am persistent.

Let everyone who is still alive continue to live.