To outsiders, ambulance drivers seem to be a mysterious and transparent profession.

They are often overlooked in the process of medical rescue work, and the job is as if it is just a matter of getting patients to the hospital. No one knows what they're really feeling, no one knows what they're actually doing in the course of their actual work.

But like every ordinary person, they also have birth, old age, sickness and death, as well as the troubles of relatives and families that everyone has, and they will also encounter this or that trouble at work, resulting in infinite moods and feelings.

Special professions do not seem to make them unusual.

What happened in the early hours of that day was so much and so complicated that the king pigeon woke up in the evening with that inexplicable feeling.

For Huang Bin's departure, Wang Ge felt very sad. But he knew that what really made him sad was not Huang Bin's death itself, but the sadness of his colleague's death that could disappear from his mind within a few days.

He felt sad for his cold-bloodedness.

He even felt that the people in the entire medical system of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Yaxiang were like this, they had seen countless lives and deaths, and they had already seen through life and death, and they saw very lightly, of course, this also included himself.

After having lunch at the hospital at noon that day, the king pigeon did not want to communicate much with his parents when he returned home.

The reason is simple, he is a person who reports good news but not bad news. If he is paid, or if there is something good, he is naturally willing to talk to his parents more and make them feel that the job is actually not bad.

However, the bus overturning incident and the case of the gangster shooting and killing a male nurse in the early hours of the morning morning were all over the morning news, and when you went out to buy breakfast, you could hear someone talking about it.

The information held by the news media is very comprehensive, and the public security department also held a press conference to report the situation, Wang Jiancheng and Zhao Xueqin already knew that the nurse who had the accident belonged to the Second Affiliated Hospital of Yaxiang, where their son was located.

His son Wang Ge was on night duty that night, and the hospital emergency system must have been dispatched for such a big thing, if Wang Ge was not at the scene at the time of the incident, Wang Jiancheng and Zhao Xueqin would not believe it.

But when they really asked about it in detail, the king pigeon was vague and refused to say anything.

Could it be that he participated in the first aid, and he was by Huang Bin's side when the gangsters shot him, and he dragged Huang Bin out by himself and did not save him?

If the gangster's brain is hot, he will also shoot at the king pigeon, and it is really hard to say whether there is a small life!

Wang Ge just didn't want his parents to worry, and he couldn't make up any stories, so he had to hide and not speak, shouting that he was tired and wanted to sleep.

Wang Jiancheng and Zhao Xueqin could only glance at each other, not daring to disturb their son's rest, and their eyes were worried.

The life of the king pigeon is very simple, go to work, drive the doctor and the patient, then leave work and sleep. When you wake up, go to the Shahehe County snack shop next to the bus stop, get a bowl of noodles or wontons, and go back to work.

The plain and simple life made the king pigeon feel that time passed quickly, and the date came to the beginning of November. In a few days, the apprenticeship will officially end and the next eight-hour day shift will begin. In the past few days, the number on the soul suppression card on the chest of the king pigeon has become "one hundred and two picks".

Although the number has reached more than a hundred, and it seems to be a little more than the previous three words, the king pigeon himself estimated that this number has not yet reached the average number of 2.7 people per day.

Wang Ge smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that he was really arrogant at that time, secretly thinking that no matter how he was, he should be able to save three critically ill patients every day, but the actual situation was much worse than he thought, and winning the bet was far from being as simple and easy as he thought.

He finished the wontons in his bowl and looked at the two old men sitting against the door in the small shop.

The old man still talks and chats from time to time, but it seems that the wine is drunk faster than before.

It seems that the weather is cold, and I need to drink some wine to warm up and feel better.

Wang Ge looked at their peaceful appearance, and suddenly had an impulse, he also wanted to sit over there, ask for a wine glass, don't want Lan Xin, don't talk about gambling, don't talk about work, only drink, only chat.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, glanced at his phone, shook his head, and forgot it. Don't drink while driving, don't drive when you drink, what's more, it's time to go to work.

He had already known the owner and lady of this small shop, and as long as it was not a case of finding money, there was no need to trouble them. Wang Ge directly pressed the money under the vinegar bottle, wrapped his clothes, and walked out of the shop.

Although the rain is not heavy, the cold in the wind and rain can penetrate the jacket, woolen sweater, and autumn coat on the king pigeon's body, and directly drill into his skin and bones.

As soon as the king pigeon went out, he had a cold shiver, although the weather cooled down, there were still a lot of pedestrians on the road, at least this made him not feel lonely on the night shift.

Because in normal times, he still doesn't feel lonely. After the last time he found out that someone might be spying on his anonymous statements, he never spoke on the anonymous version again, just watching the interesting things and experiences. In the process of night shift, the only people who are more familiar with them are Sun Chengde, He Sheng and Liu Ya.

But no one really understands what the king pigeon is carrying, the king pigeon has little communication with the people in the team, Liu Ya is busy falling in love, it seems to be progressing very quickly, when he is okay at night, he often holds a mobile phone and chats with Gao Yuting about WeChat all night, Gao Yuting is really open to not sleep at night, but I am afraid that there is not so much to do with children in kindergarten during the day.

Thinking of these people around him, Wang Ge had to think of Shen Hui.

He hadn't spoken to Shen Hui in days. He also wanted to talk to Shen Hui, but Shen Hui always avoided it, and he didn't say hello when he saw Wang Ge, and when he got out of the car, he no longer took Wang Ge's car, and Liu Ya even thought that there was a contradiction between the two people that he didn't know, so he actually took the initiative to ask Wang Ge.

Wang Ge couldn't laugh or cry, he wanted to get some useful information from the exchange with Shen Hui, and it was best to let Shen Hui take the initiative to confess to himself, after all, Xuzi said that no matter who was planning something, they would never succeed.

After all, what Shen Hui hid should not cause much harm to herself, as long as Shen Hui can face everything, explain the ins and outs to Wang Ge clearly, and seriously admit her mistakes and apologize, Wang Ge does not mind forgiving her.

The king pigeon has very few friends and he doesn't want to lose any of them.

The bus stopped on the platform in the drizzle, and the king pigeon hurriedly got on the bus, and the heater air conditioner made him feel refreshed, and he felt more comfortable.

As usual, there were few people in the car, and it seemed very empty, so he chose the back seat, and when he walked to the middle of the car, he found a girl sitting in the back seat.

She wore tight sweatpants that framed her thighs perfectly, a pink jacket and a hood, but some of her purple hair was still exposed, stained with rain.

The girl stared straight at the king pigeon, her expression seemed to be a little surprised and excited, and her delicate face made the king pigeon feel ape, but she had to keep her distance.

The king pigeon and the void purple in front of him haven't seen each other for a while.

"Why are you waiting for me in the car?" said the king pigeon as he walked over.

Purple shifted and sat down on the window seat, giving way to the king pigeon on the other side of the aisle.

Wang Ge sat down, the jeans he was wearing were relatively thin, and it was unusually cold outside, and he soon felt that there was still the heat left over from sitting for a long time on the plastic seat.

In the cold air, the Grim Reaper breathes, exhales a white mist, gets wet when it rains, and has a temperature when it is touched.

This gave the king pigeon the illusion that the Grim Reaper was almost no different from a normal human when he was not holding an umbrella.

"When I was working, I happened to pass by the bus stop, and I happened to see this night 301 bus, and I felt that the time was almost up, so I opened a door and let the soul I just received go to the underworld by itself, I have nothing else to do, sit up and try my luck, can I meet you. Xuzi smiled and whispered, as if the person who took away a soul just now was not her.

Purple reminds king pigeons that they are different from normal humans.

The biggest difference is that they are the Grim Reaper.

"Well, it seems, I didn't disappoint you. The king pigeon glanced at Xuzi, and did not want to make any more eye contact with her, and looked out the window.

Accompanied by this kind of beauty of the purple purple, the king pigeon is not blessed.

"You've always been punctual. Said the dotted word. "I've been in a bad mood lately, what's wrong?"

"Auntie, you're a grim reaper. The Soul Suppression Card you made is still hanging around my neck, if anything happens to me, is there anything you don't know?"

"Since nothing happened, why is the mood not good? Then let me guess, the numbers are too few, they don't meet your expectations, the chances of victory are slim, there is no hope, maybe you will be the god of death in three years, right?" Xuzi was not angry because of the attitude of the king pigeon, and still smiled.

For some reason, the smile on Xuzi's face reminded Wang Ge of Sun Chengde.

However, what Xuzi said was not wrong. The king pigeon is now taciturn and sullen, just because of the pressure on the soul suppression card.

"Unexpectedly, it's not humans who know me best, but death. ”