Following the address he found, we found it

In the inpatient department of Fujii Private Hospital, where "An Jianing" is located, An Jianing's name was entered on the inquiry system at the front desk.

After the system searched for a while, a gentle and sweet female voice said: "Sorry, the patient you are querying is not registered, it is recommended that you go to the clinic to look for it, or seek manual help." I frowned and re-entered, and the system said the same.

I looked back and asked An Jianing what he thought about this, but he looked around, as if looking for some suspicious clues, but the hall was empty, and there was nothing of note other than us and the inquiry machine.

"An Jianing's file information says that he is brain dead, and if he is not diagnosed but is hospitalized for observation, he should be in an intensive care unit with a full set of life support equipment." An Jianing glanced around the hall and walked towards the corridor on one side, where the direction led and the distribution of wards in the building were shown on the ground.

He glanced at me, beckoned to me, and said, "Let's go directly to the ward." "I followed him, nervous.

An Jianing is dead, not only the information found by Yang Jie, but also what my father said.

So, what is going on with the hospitalized An Jianing shown in the medical file? Think about it from another angle, if Yang Jie and my dad are wrong, this file is right?

If An Jianing hadn't died...... There was no one in the corridor except me and An Jianing, so quiet that I could hear my own frantic heartbeat, and my heart rate could reach at least 130.

But then, what about this person next to me? Thinking of his constant silence and daze, it seems that there are still secrets hidden from me; Thinking that he never had to sleep; Thinking of his deep, dark pupils...... I stopped when I passed the nurses' station and noticed a box of unopened syringes on the table.

An Jianing took two steps forward by himself, and when he saw that I didn't follow, he also stopped.

"What's wrong?" I stared at the needle in a daze, beckoning,

"Come here." He came over after a few seconds, and I took his hand, picked up a syringe, unpacked it, and stabbed it hard with a gritted tooth.

Bright red blood beads poured out instantly, with a familiar fishy smell, it was 100% pure human blood, and the punctured skin was the same as the reaction of a normal person.

An Jianing

"Hiss", withdrew his hand, and frowned. I went to take a closer look at his face, not missing a single detail, and there was no trace of plastic surgery.

Raising your hand and groping along your jaw, it's all the touch of real skin, and nothing else. While feeling a little relieved, I also felt a deep sense of loss.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that you might be a robot or something, just completely modeled after An Jianing's appearance, or someone else had plastic ......surgery," I muttered as I explained.

An Jianing pressed the bleeding area with his other hand, stood silently for a while, and said, "Let's go, look for it again." I nodded and followed.

We walked through several wards in a row, but we didn't find anything, but the strangest thing was that we didn't meet anyone along the way.

There were no nurses, no doctors, no patients, not a single living creature in the corridors, in the wards.