"Little one? Bub! Where have you been? Nan Xian called anxiously.

He Mingxiao also witnessed the scene just now, and hurriedly stepped forward when he saw this, "Don't worry, it seems to want to say something to you just now, did you hear clearly?" ”

"All I heard was the fox barking..... What's going on, is there something wrong with it? ”

Just as the two of them were thinking about the answer in a daze, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a male nurse with a raw face rushed in panting.

"Miss Nan, a critically ill injured patient just sent from the rescue room, she said she wanted to see you!"

He Mingxiao frowned when he heard this, and looked at him vigilantly, "She's not a doctor, why do you want to see her?" ”

Nan Xian suddenly thought of something, her face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly intercepted his words and asked the male nurse, "What's her name?" What does it look like? ”

"I don't know what it's called, the injured person is an old lady, about seventy years old, she should have been attacked by demons, she was seriously injured, and now she is in a semi-coma......"

Before he could finish speaking, Nan Xian rushed out of the ward like a gust of wind.

The two people in the room were stunned, and they quickly followed her footsteps.

When Nan Xian arrived at the rescue room, Dean Wu was coming out of it, his snow-white coat was stained with dark blood, and he looked very tired.

Seeing Nan Xian who came in a hurry, he couldn't bear it, sighed lightly, and said, "I'm sorry, we did our best." ”

He stepped out of the way.

On the messy hospital bed behind him lay a stupid woman who was out of breath.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly open, her entire abdominal cavity dug open, and loose skin piled up like unsupported cake, revealing a blood-stained intestine.

The ground was in shambles, and the smell of blood was so strong that it rushed straight to people's noses.

Nan Xian's footsteps staggered, her brain was like a thunderous explosion, she froze in place like a wood carving, looking at the direction of the rescue room in a daze, unable to spit out half a word.

Everything around me seemed to be slowed down—nurses busily shuttling between hospital beds, patients groaning in pain, instruments constantly sounding alarms...... Like a slow-motion movie, the other character scenes are all in focus, only the silly woman, whose lifeless face clearly falls into Nan Xian's eyes.

She couldn't even hear her own breathing, and her body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her, and the familiar warmth dragged her trance-like thoughts back to reality.

Nan Xian suddenly came back to her senses, and the voices from all directions instantly poured into her ears, she paused, and then heard He Mingxiao whispering her name.

"Are you alright?"

She shook her head, withdrew her hand, and stepped into the emergency room with heavy steps, step by step.

"You're Miss Nan Xian Nan?" The doctor, who was trying to help the stupid woman stuff her intestines back into her abdominal cavity, saw her and asked.

"Yes—" Nan Xian's voice was slightly dry, "she ...... Is there anything left behind? ”

The doctor took off his gloves, took out a small package of tattered fabric and fine hemp rope from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"We can't find any information about her, she kept reading your name when she rescued her, and she was still holding this thing tightly in her hand, I think it should be for you."

Nan Xian took the small package and slowly unfolded it.

It is a picture of an extremely well-preserved ancient lady, in the painting, a young girl holds a pipa and sits on the pestle, slightly lowering her eyebrows, her face is beautiful, and her demeanor is dignified.

He Mingxiao stood behind her and saw the contents of the painting.

He whispered:

"The person in this painting looks a bit like Wei Zeling."