The noise of the day has not completely faded from the memory and auditory system, and the silent night has quietly arrived. In the dead of night, Han Wenwen was on night duty. She didn't like this kind of atmosphere that was too quiet, especially the abnormal sound of Ding Dong ~ Ding Dong who seemed to be someone's footsteps echoing from the corridor.

A person sits in an arc-shaped nurse's platform, with corridors leading to the wards in front of and on the left and right. The convection of the air and the naturally generated cold wind make her very sensitive.

There were two nurses left on the night shift in the inpatient department on the third floor, and one nurse was transferred to care for a patient in the operating room. At this time, most of the hospitalized patients are in quiet rest as long as their condition is relieved and not serious.

casually took out his mobile phone, thought of a good rhetoric and prepared to call Su Lei. suddenly remembered what Zhu Jiayi said-

Zhu Jiayi said that the afternoon before, a man came to Han Wenwen.

Is it Su Lei? Or someone else? Dialing the phone, Su Lei looked like he had just woken up, and his lazy voice: "Hey-"

"Su Lei, did you look for me yesterday?"

"Nope." Simply, do not drag the reply with mud and water. Han Wenwen was stunned for a moment, "Okay! I'm at work, you-be careful. She wanted to say something, but unfortunately there was a beep ~ beep on the phone! Hang up! "What, hang up without finishing your words? Hum! ”

There was a real sound of footsteps in the corridor, and then there appeared his partner (the little nurse on the night shift) Tu Xiaoju. Tu Xiaoju held an oversized cowhide envelope in her hand and walked over with a smile.

"Sister Han, your letter"

"Letter?" Han Wenwen wondered, who would mail a letter to herself? It feels light and weightless in the hand. If you look at the light, what's in it?

Tu Xiaoju took off the mask hanging from her neck and quipped: "It should be a postcard sent to you by your boyfriend!" ”

"No, he didn't even tell me."

"I might want to surprise you."

“…… Will it? Su Lei doesn't seem to have been so romantic! "Full of suspicion, I looked at it over and over. There is no postmark, no mailing address, just a simple and capable signature: to Han Wenwen.

Seeing Tu Xiaoju enter inside, Han Wenwen hurriedly looked for the gap and picked it open.

All kinds of speculation, all kinds of nonsense. Kraft paper envelope with good flexibility. After Han Wenwen fiddled for a while, she poured out a strange drawing from it. The drawings on the drawings are very weird. A bloody face, with a few words around the face, you can't see the way out of the door without looking carefully.

The fonts are: 'marry me'

The simple four words made Han Wenwen feel chills. The back of her head was cold, as if there was a man standing behind her, holding a dagger with a flickering cold light and stabbing at her. He turned around in shock, and frightened Tu Xiaoju, who had just walked behind him, "What's wrong with you?" So white? ”

“…… I didn't ...... much" Han Wenwen turned around and quickly packed up the weird email. "Xiaoju, who gave you this letter?"

"It's Master Zhang from the communication room, what's wrong?"

Master Zhang also works part-time as a car guard and is very busy. When Han Wenwen went to look for him, he was watching TV and humming a little song.

"Master Zhang, who gave you this letter?"

Master Zhang squinted, staring at Han Wenwen with cloudy old eyes for a long time. He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't remember." ”

Oh, yes! How could he possibly remember? Reaching so many people every day. The cars that come and go need him to take care of them, charge them, and keep them in order! How is it possible to remember who gave the envelope?

remembered that Zhu Jiayi said that someone had come to look for her, so this letter should be that person? Han Wenwen was full of suspicion and returned to the nurses' station anxiously.

The night shift was long and difficult, and Tu Xiaoju went to the operating room to help before, so she was given priority and could rest for a while. If there is no urgent or special situation, she will sleep until 1 o'clock in the morning, and then get up to change shifts.

This letter disturbed Han Wenwen, who was already nervous, couldn't calm down.

She picked up the phone and decided to make porridge for Jiang Rong. In this way, you can mix up the time, and you can also express your fears in your heart.

Jiang Rong turned off the phone. It was ordered by their brother Kui, and they were already resting.

At this time, Han Wenwen hoped that a patient was looking for trouble, she nervously stared at the patient warning light hanging on the left wall - as she wished, 'Di~Di' A sharp chirp, and she looked at it to see that it was 12 beds.

Han Wenwen put on a mask and picked up the record book, a string of jingling keychains. With a light dodge, he pushed away the wooden plank blocking the doorway and walked straight to Ward 12.

She walked all the way, and her heart was inexplicably uneasy. I always felt that something was going to happen, but I tried my best to veto it - the overhead lamp, I don't know if it was because of poor contact, or because it was blown by the wind, it flickered unexpectedly.

Under the flickering lights, I was inexplicably nervous. The pores erected, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on the body. An overwhelming sense of coldness swept over. Rustle ~ Rustle! It was the sound of her hurried footsteps, she panicked, and broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time felt that something seemed to be peeping at her, and she accelerated her walking, almost daring to look back, so she ran to ward 12 as if she was trotting.

Ward 12 seems to be an independent luxury ward, which is generally reserved for the children of high-ranking cadres and cadres. The door of the ward and the facilities inside are very different from ordinary wards, which seem to be independent small wards, but in fact, there are cats in it, and there is a small suite ward in the innermost. It was a private room designed for VIPs who were seeing patients.

Han Wenwen is familiar with the marks of each key in the keychain, just like she is familiar with the length of her fingers. Without much difficulty, she quickly picked out a golden key from a large array of keys. Inserted into the keyhole, there was a soft 'click' and the door opened.

On the wall of the doorway were the light switches for all the wards, and she reached for them. The line of sight spread out as the light spread, quickly adjusting to the somewhat dazzling brightness inside. White walls, a separate hospital bed, covered with thick white sheets.

Strange, is this patient afraid of the cold? Han Wenwen walked to the hospital bed in a daze.

The patient was in a stiff position, lying on his back, with a heavy white sheet covering the tip of his nose.

"You're not feeling well there?"

The patient did not respond. Han Wenwen was a little angry, although she was on night duty, she also hoped that a patient would disturb her. You can't be so rude, can you? With that thought, she took a step forward and looked at the patient—a sight that almost scared her to death!