After waiting for more than an hour, we finally got in line.

When Zhang Xie saw the two of us walking into the department, he first nodded and smiled, and then his eyes fell on me.

I knew he was looking at my face.

I was afraid of scaring people, so I wore a mask to go out, but the mask was so glamorous that it became the focus of people's attention.

"Take off your mask and take your time." Zhang Xie thought that we were here to see the face, so he politely stretched out his hand and motioned for me to sit on the chair.

I turned my head to look at Song Ding, and when I saw him nodding slightly, I sat on the chair as Zhang Xie said.

"So I took off my mask?" I asked cautiously.

Zhang Xie nodded, looking like he was about to write something on the case.

It was only when I took off the mask that I could clearly feel him backing away in fright.

"Doctor, my face has been like this for a long time, but it seems to be getting better recently, can you see if there is any way to cure it?"

That's what I said, but I didn't look forward to it at all, after all, after so many years, my grandmother took me to seek medical advice, and everyone shook their heads when they saw it.

"This ......"

Sure enough, Zhang Xie looked embarrassed, but he still forcibly picked up the cotton swab on the table and poked me in the face.

"Dr. Zhang."

When Zhang Xie carefully examined the sores on my face, Song Ding suddenly spoke.

"You say."

"Wu Zhenzhen asked us to tell you that she misses you very much."

Song Ding's words successfully made Zhang Xie stop the movements in his hands.

"So you called me that day, and I told you that I didn't know her." Zhang Xie threw away the cotton swab, but because there were still people outside the door, he didn't have a seizure.

"But that's not what the guy next to you said." Song Ding meant something.

Zhang Xie and I were so close that I could even see the hairs on his body standing up.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a hospital, not a place for you to come to spill, hurry up."

"Dr. Zhang, people are doing it, the sky is watching, do things to be worthy of your conscience, this is my business card, you can call me when you need it." Song Ding had a meaningful smile on his face, and then handed over a business card.

I took the opportunity to glance at it, and it said Huangquan extraditionist, Song Ding.

Yellow Springs extradition?

Didn't he run a funeral home?

However, thinking of what happened in the funeral home, he could indeed call himself an extraditer.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang." I stood up and said goodbye to Zhang.

He was still there looking at the business card stupidly, and there was no other reaction.

"Master, are there other people around Zhang Xie?" I caught up with Song Ding.

Song Ding suddenly stopped, put a little on my forehead, and motioned for me to turn around.

I looked inside the department and saw a woman behind Song Ding looking at him silently.

It's not Wu Zhenzhen.

"It's ......"

"Let's go back and talk about it, I'm afraid Wu Zhenzhen still has a lot of things to hide from us."

After returning to the funeral home, Wu Zhenzhen kept silent about our questions, just crying vigorously.

Song Ding gave me the task of clichés.

Two hours later, I still didn't get the answer I wanted, and I could only watch the female ghost cry in front of me.

"Can you stop crying? When people are dead, they will weep and weep. I couldn't help but whisper.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhenzhen heard my words, and her crying was really quieter.

"It's annoying to cry like this, isn't it?" Wu Zhenzhen sobbed and said.

Seeing Wu Zhenzhen like this, I suddenly felt a little distressed Zhang Xie.