"The surgery was very successful."

Xia Qingyu only remembered that he said such a sentence at the end, and his nerves, which had been tense for ten hours, were completely relaxed. The screams, the cries, the sound of the instruments running, it didn't matter.

"Doctor, save her, please! She had just finished surgery on our old man and collapsed as soon as she came out.

She's a good doctor, save her! It can't just be gone! ”

The female family member in the black dress sat slumped on the ground, completely stunned by the scene in front of her.

"Director, wake up, can you hear me, hey!"

"Defibrillator, quick!"

"One milligram of epinephrine, given intravenously."

Xia Qingyu's soul had already detached from her body at this time, floating above and looking at this piece of chaos, if she could still have a body, she would definitely tell the people below not to waste medicine, she was already on her way back to the west.

"Are you ready?" The electronic voice remembered that she had just told her in the operating room that her deadline had expired.

"Thank you for giving me plenty of time, let's go."

In the process of operating on this patient, this thing called "system" tells her that her lifeline in this world has come to an end, and for some reason she is very suitable to participate in other worlds as a tasker, correcting some mistakes caused by external interference, and the system asks for her help.

"Why should I take it?" Xia Qingyu asked lightly, "Isn't it good to leave like this?" ”

The system probably didn't expect to get such an answer, after all, for most people, the fear of death is an instinct, so it was silent for a while.

"What if your own world line is also disturbed, do you want to correct it?"

The doctors on the operating table focused on the work at hand, and no one noticed that Xia Qingyu, the attending doctor who was leading the suturing, was stunned for a moment.

"I think."

Xia Qingyu's father is an anti-narcotics policeman who travels all year round. When I was a child, Xia Qingyu often asked my mother one of the most common questions was, do I have a father or not.

Mom always touched her head very kindly and said:

"Yes, Xia Qingyu's father is the greatest father in the world."

When she grew up, Xia Qingyu often recalled this scene, followed by bullets piercing her smiling mother in front of her, and her father smoking cigarettes one after another on the balcony.

"System, will one day, can I change the outcome at that time?"

"I don't know." The voice of the current carried a coldness without emotion.