The lights are off.

As soon as the door opened, the doctor rushed out, and his eyes were extremely red and swollen against the background of the light blue mask.

She didn't even take off her gloves, she had no image and professionalism, "Dr. Duan......"

Song Yin frowned and firmly held her steady.

Duan Hanshuang's tears didn't have time to fall, and he nodded vigorously, "I know, I know you did your best......

Her eyes were flustered and she didn't know where to look, so she pushed Song Yin away and went to the operating room.

After a few steps, he stopped, turned his eyes and landed on the hallway seat.

Song Yin understood in seconds and handed over the blood group report.

On such an occasion, he was not fit to go in.

No one stopped her, Duan Hanshuang looked at everything familiar in the operating room, and there was an old man lying on the hospital bed in the center, with a yellow face and thin muscles, pale and bloodless.

It's not white, it's just that the lip color is very similar to a corpse.

Duan Hanshuang in this operating room is very familiar, and she can say that she is very familiar with the whole of this hospital.

Seeing every place, she felt kind, and she was a little reluctant to let Gu Ye change her hospital at the beginning.

But now looking at everything familiar in front of her, it seems to have turned into a sharp blade, without any preparation for her, quickly and violently stabbed into her heart, the pain of the person could not breathe, and the throat was like a fish in the throat.

The old man closed his eyes, the equipment on the side was not working, and it was quiet.

All the doctors withdrew and stood outside the door, their faces grieved.

Duan Hanshuang saw the slight rise and fall of his chest, took out the report card tremblingly, and read out the sentence.

There are a thousand words in her heart, and now she can't cry, she has to finish her words.

"According to the report...... The results of the examination Duan Hanshuang and Su Hongyuan are parent-child blood and cannot donate blood to each other......

The paper shook like a sieve in her hand, her eyes were flustered, she opened her mouth at a loss, and swallowed her saliva to make her tone as steady as possible:

"It's me...... Daddy, Daddy, I'm your daughter, and I know you'll be able to hear it now, and I'm your daughter, Daddy......

She held her hand and moved slightly, and Duan Hanshuang noticed that the corners of her mouth were grinning, but it was even more ugly than laughing.

He could hear it.

"Dad, I'm sorry I only found you now......

She knew that what Su Hongyuan wanted to hear now must not be an apology, so she desperately sped up her speech:

"I love you very much, I have never resented you and my mother for so many years, I will find my mother, I will tell my mother that you have been looking for us, you have never given up on us, you are a good father, I love you very much......

Duan Hanshuang's voice trembled uncontrollably, but he still said hard: "Dad, I love you, you must know that your daughter loves you......

Suddenly, she felt the power in her hand disappear, and a trace of tears oozed from the corner of the eye of the person on the bed, and she slid into the operating table.

His hand never moved again, and he couldn't see the slight heaving of his chest.

Duan Hanshuang's brows frowned slightly, his pupils seemed to be dilated, his expression was also frozen, holding Su Hongyuan's hand and not moving, kneeling by the bed motionless, like an old monk who had settled down.

"Daddy......"

Duan Hanshuang glanced at the time, the tip of his nose was sour, and he was wirelessly enlarged in his heart, as if he was grabbed by an invisible claw on his neck, and his heart was also stuffy.

Why didn't she find out sooner......

Duan Hanshuang lowered his head and lay beside the bed, a cold enveloped him, and his sadness was so hard that he could suppress it.

Song Yin and the doctor outside had solemn faces, and Song Yin approached her, "Your father's deathbed regret may have been filled a little......

Duan Hanshuang's shoulders were slightly stunned, he raised his head slowly, his eyes were dark, he put down his hand without saying a word, covered his head with the white cloth on his body, and carefully sorted out the corners around him.

He whispered, "Now it's time to push him to the morgue......

She knelt for too long, and suddenly her body became weak, and a paralyzing feeling at her knees reached her brain, and she fell to the ground.

"Doctor Duan......" Several doctors outside the door all wanted to raise their feet to help, but after seeing her push Song Yin who was helping her away, they stopped again.

Duan Hanshuang raised his hand, the ink pupils were bottomless, as dark as an abyss, with a cold look that rejected people thousands of miles away, and his tone was surprisingly calm:

"Time of death...... she recalled the clock she had seen earlier, "5:29:30 p.m."

Everyone wanted to find the vulnerable side in her expression, but after a few explorations, Duan Hanshuang didn't have any flaws.

Her calm was a world away from the state she was in before the surgery.

"Doctor Duan, I'm sorry, I ......" The doctor was about to say, but was frightened away by Duan Hanshuang's look.

She has also worked with Duan Hanshuang for a long time, and she has always been very scared of her eyes.

"I know you did your best......" she nodded, and muttered as if to comfort herself, "I know you tried your best...... I know ......."

The dean, who knew what was going on, also rushed over, and suddenly, the door of the operating room was full of people.

"I may follow my father," Duan Hanshuang looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, "He doesn't like to be busy, he doesn't want to be watched by so many people."

The doctor had already cleaned the wound for Su Hongyuan before he came out, and removed all the catheter instruments.

In the end, accompanied by Song Yin, it was Duan Hanshuang who personally sent Su Hongyuan to the morgue.

There are some doctors in this place who feel bad luck and don't want to come, and Duan Hanshuang has never been here.

The doctor filled out the death certificate, Duan Hanshuang took it to the outpatient office to get it stamped, and after the operation, it was an end for the hospital.

"Where are you going?" Song Yin sent her back to the ward, and hurriedly stopped her, looking worried.

"Contact the funeral home."

Song Yin: "I'm with you."

"No need."

"Yes! I'm going to go with you!" He changed his gentle side, and Duan Hanshuang, who had a tough attitude, was stunned for a moment, and did not refuse for a while.

Duan Hanshuang moved his lips and let him follow.

She was very calm along the way, and even talked to people.

After returning to the hospital, Song Yin relaxed slightly and asked her to go up first.

But I didn't see her in the ward, and I searched inside and out, but I didn't see her.

"Damn!" He shouldn't have been deceived by her!

Song Yin immediately contacted the dean to check the monitoring and found the morgue.

In the video, Duan Hanshuang stood alone at the door and didn't go in, and she couldn't see her expression clearly with her eyes.

Song Yin couldn't rest assured, and let people stare at the monitoring to report Duan Hanshuang's situation in real time, he was afraid that Duan Hanshuang would run away again.

When he got off the elevator, the assistant called and told him that Duan Hanshuang went to the rooftop, and just the last second, he went up to the elevator next to him.

The two of them are equivalent to passing by.

"Show me tight!" Song Yin had to wait for a long time to see the elevator, and there were still many people in the hospital at this point.

He rushed into the fire escape, gritted his teeth and ran to the rooftop.

On the rooftop, there are bed sheets and hospital gowns from the ward, and more pots and pots.

A white back stood on the edge, as if it was dangerous to fall at any time when the wind blew.

Faltering.

Song Yin just wanted to rush over and paused, and approached lightly.

He slowed his breathing, sped up a few steps from her, and hugged her firmly.

"Ahh Duan Hanshuang leaned forward, almost knocked down, and went out in a panic and subconsciously screamed.

Immediately after, a lot of people poured into the door, looking panicked.

"Dr. Duan!" The first to bear the brunt was the doctor, who anxiously persuaded, "Doctor Duan, don't think about it! We're all here, and everything will pass!"

Song Yin hugged her tightly and didn't say a word, his rapid wheezing sound was in his ears, and the hot and humid breath sprayed on her neck and there was a burning heat, and she subconsciously wanted to retract it.

But Song Yin hugged him even harder, and with an order that could not be ignored, he said, "I won't let you continue to be stupid!"

"Did you know that when you die, you really have nothing?" There was obvious anger in Song Yin's tone, and there was a tremor covered by anger:

"If your father knew you were like this, would you be worthy of him? Do you think he'll want to see you dead or not?!"

"I'm telling you now, I'm not going to let you out of my sight again, even one step!"

He wrapped his hands around her shoulders, his eyes staring at her fiercely and steadfastly, eager to tie her to the waistband of his trousers.

He couldn't believe what it would have been like if he had been a step late, and that he might not be able to bear the consequences.

Duan Hanshuang looked at him in a daze, and opened his mouth to refute but was interrupted by others;

"Doctor Duan, I have a lot of responsibility for this operation," the doctor lowered his head in front of her, as if he had made up his mind, "You hit me!" Even if it makes you angry!"

"As long as I can dispel your thoughts of suicide, I can do anything! Even if you ask me to resign now, I won't refuse!"

The rest of the people furrowed their brows, their expressions getting heavier and heavier.

Duan Hanshuang moved his lips, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm just coming up to blow the wind, and my heart is depressed." She didn't expect to make such a big movement and alarm the dean.

A warmth rippled in her heart, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be pulled out, so she only said in a low voice: "I'm fine, don't think about it, I don't want to jump."

Duan Hanshuang's gaze consciously or unconsciously avoided the scrutiny from above, and emphasized to the others again: "I am very sad for my father to leave, but I will not do stupid things, I am a doctor, and I will not do anything that tramples on life."

Everyone will be suspicious, and now a gust of wind is blowing in the early spring, and it is still a little cold.

She couldn't help but shudder, "It's too cold, let's go back first, don't catch a cold for me."

Song Yin was staring at Duan Hanshuang all the way, hating that he had to blink, for fear that he would miss something at that moment.

Duan Hanshuang was helpless, and turned his head to pull out a smile.

Song Yin: "Do you know that the way you look now, it's uglier than crying?"

"How long are you going to follow me?"

Song Yin poured hot water over: "I said, I want to keep an eye on you, even if I sleep, I won't leave half a step."

Duan Hanshuang: "I need privacy."

"I don't peek at you taking a shower."