On the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, it was approaching the end of the year, and Ding Jiu came to the hospital in the town.

Yesterday, he made an agreement with Chen San to hook the soul with him, but Chen San checked the most recent soul hook, which was the hospital that Ding Jiu went to last time.

So Ding Jiu ran to the hospital for the New Year.

Perhaps because he is a remnant of the Qing Dynasty, Chen San still uses the twelve earthly branches to keep time, and he said that he will come to hook the soul at noon.

Ding Jiu could only estimate that it was about 11 o'clock in the afternoon to 1 o'clock in the afternoon, so he came to the hospital at ten o'clock and waited.

Even during the Chinese New Year, the hospital is still full of people.

Those who can be on duty 24 hours a day and do not take a vacation during the Chinese New Year are medical personnel, police officers, firefighters and KFC and other special occupations.

Ding Jiu sat in the outpatient hall and waited for nearly an hour with nothing to do, but fortunately, there were many people in the hospital, and no one paid attention to him.

I looked at my watch, and it was already past 12 o'clock in the afternoon.

Ripple and ripple.

The clear sound of chains was small, but it drowned out the noise of the outpatient hall.

Ding Jiu carefully distinguished, followed the sound into the elevator, and went up to the inpatient department on the upper floor of the hospital.

The inpatient department was much quieter than the outpatient hall, and there were far fewer people, and even a few nurses hurried through with their heads down, and no one paid attention to Ding Jiu.

As soon as he got out of the elevator and was halfway down the corridor, Ding Jiu saw a black shadow standing outside a ward, it was Chen San.

Chen San also saw Ding Jiu, and said from afar:

"See your Excellency."

Ding Jiu smiled and nodded, like a leader, the shelf was still quite shelf.

People always bully the weak and fear the hard, if a superior person is polite all day long, no one will take him seriously.

Although Ding Jiu's strength is not even as good as a C-grade yin, Chen San probably seems to know his situation, but he is still respectful, which proves that Chen San can't cross this gap in identity.

Of course, Ding Jiu has to climb the pole, he has only met with this Chen San twice, and his heart of defense is indispensable, and Ding Jiu still plans to observe what Chen San said to him yesterday.

If Ding Jiu was polite, but Chen San was respectful on the surface and actually tricked him into using him as a gunman, Ding Jiu couldn't tell who to cry with when the time came.

Now let's take advantage of this high-level identity to pretend to be a tiger, at least I can scare and scare Chen San, so that he can always remember the identity gap between him and Ding Jiu.

Chen San didn't know what Ding Jiu thought in his heart, Shi Li waited for Ding Jiu to approach, and then asked Ding Jiu to stay for a while, saying that the soul of the dead person would leave the body immediately.

Ding Jiu listened, thought about it, looked left and right, and secretly walked into the ward.

Later, Chen San saw Ding Jiu's movements, and stood in place without saying a word.

When he entered the ward, the first thing Ding Jiu saw was a large bouquet of red roses lying horizontally on the bedside table, and the purple shiny flower paper packaging was eye-catching.

There were red roses in the ward, Ding Jiu was a little puzzled.

In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of a hospital bed with a sallow-faced and haggard face, whispering softly.

The woman was so sick that she couldn't speak, and she could only blink her eyelids in response to the man's words, and the two of them exchanged eyes to each other.

The man didn't know what he was saying, and laughed silently, and the woman had a slight smile in the corner of her eye.

The woman's hand was tightly held by the man, her fingers crossed, and both of them only had each other in their eyes, as if they had become a small world alone, and Ding Jiu's entry into the room did not affect the "conversation" between the two at all.

It was obviously only a few minutes, but Ding Jiu felt that the two people in front of him seemed to have spent their lives like this, and there was a sense of time dislocation.

But Chen San's voice outside the ward broke the quiet scene in front of Ding Jiu's eyes:

"My lord, it's time."

When Chen San's words fell, the woman on the hospital bed seemed to have regained some strength, raised her hand and stroked the man's face, her eyes were full of tenderness and reluctance.

The man held the hand that was caressing her face in surprise and said, "Peiwen, are you feeling better?" ”

The woman's lips moved slightly, and the man quickly leaned his ear closer to listen.

Listen, the man's dark eyes are full of tears, dripping down the woman's face.

The woman's stroking hand became weak and then slowly pulled out of the man's hand.

The man hurriedly raised his head, and the woman on the hospital bed was smiling, her eyes gradually lost their brightness, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The heart rate monitor on the side turned into a straight line and let out a piercing scream.

The man shouted for the doctor while constantly calling the woman's name.

"Peiwen! You hold on! Pei Wen! ”

Several doctors and nurses rushed in when they heard the shouting, squeezed Ding Jiu aside, and deployed various rescue equipment, mixing the doctor's shouts and the men's crying in the ward.

Ding Jiu felt out of place here, like a disgusting voyeur.

Under Ding Jiu's gaze, the woman lying on the hospital bed looked thin at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was constantly volatilizing inside her body.

Disperse first.

Immediately after that, the whole body suddenly darkened a lot, as if absorbing light, and then the body completely became as thin as the last time Wang Heshun Old Man.

The soul of heaven is extinguished, and the soul of the earth is extinguished.

The busy hospital room gradually calmed down.

The doctor observed the heart rate monitor for a while, stopped the instrument in his hand, shook his head at the man and said:

"I'm sorry, we've done our best."

The man listened to the words, and with tears in his eyes, he looked at the woman who was still smiling with her eyes closed on the hospital bed.

Suddenly, the man was hysterical, grabbed the bruises on the doctor's forehead and yelled:

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You continue to rescue! Hold on a little longer, Peiwen, she will be able to rescue her soon!

It's still too late! Do it! Doctor, do it! ”

"Patient's family, calm down!"

"Let me calm down? What kind of doctor are you people who don't save you when you die! I'll pay the money, and you will rescue it! I'll pay as much as I want!

If you're afraid of responsibility, I'll do it myself! ”

The man snatched the pacemaker from the doctor next to him and was about to use it on the woman on the hospital bed.

Several doctors next to him hurriedly worked together to restrain the man and snatch back the instrument.

The man who was pressed was no longer as hideous as he was just now, and sat on the ground, crying and begging: "Please, it's still too late, you can save it!" You rescue you......"

The man's voice gradually became quieter, and at last he was only choked.

The doctors looked at each other, and the doctor who had just been pushed and snatched the instrument shook his head, and everyone packed up their things and left the ward.

The man choked for a long time, suddenly remembered something, jumped up and picked up the large bouquet of roses on the bedside table, and said to the woman on the bed with her eyes closed:

"Peiwen, you said that you have been married to me for more than ten years, and you have never received a rose from me, this time I specially bought it for you.

What a waste to just look at it, you take another look, okay? Take another look at ......"

The man chattered, but his eyes didn't seem to be staring at him, and his pupils were dilated and he didn't know where his thoughts had gone.

Ding Jiu turned around and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Chen San was surprised and said, "My lord, this soul has not left the body yet, will you come out now?" ”

Ding Jiu heard Chen San speak, stood still, turned his head to stare at him, and asked:

"Why don't you go in?"

Chen San was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and was silent for a while, before he raised his head and smiled:

"The villain has been doing this soul-hooking work for more than 200 years, and he has seen a lot of life and death.

At this time, it is better to stay away, out of sight is pure, save your own heart, and accidentally violate the rules of the underworld.

I think you want to see what happens to the three souls and seven spirits when people die, so you don't talk much, my lord, you ......"

Ding Jiu didn't wait for Chen San to finish speaking, then he crossed Chen San and sat on a chair outside the ward.

Seeing this, Chen San closed his mouth and turned around, staring at the door of the ward and no longer speaking.

With his back against the back of his chair and his head against the wall behind him, Ding Jiu looked at the ceiling of the hospital and was stunned.