Xiaomei's eyes were a little empty, and she muttered, "I was killed, who will harm me?"

"No! I can't be treated like a patient!" She suddenly grabbed my arm: "In that case, no one will be cheating! The medicine will really get into your body!"

I thank her for thinking of me at this time.

"You don't have to worry, I've got you covered."

I told her when she was admitted to the ward, and I speculated that there should be half an hour before the next injection.

Xiaomei is right, now that she has changed doctors, she will definitely push the medicine into our bodies.

At that time, I couldn't even find a tune to cry.

Whether we can escape this catastrophe or not is all within this half hour.

"Don't panic now." I grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Can you figure out who your doctor is?"

"I—I can't figure it out."

"No, you can!" I tried my best to calm her panic and help her analyze, "The hospital must have a regular schedule, think carefully!"

Xiaomei's mouth was half open, her eyes were a little flustered, as if she was recalling something.

The second hand is moving a little bit, and the already tight time is even tighter.

I even had a second plan in mind.

"Get me a pen and paper."

It took a long time for Xiaomei to speak, and I immediately came to my senses and quickly took down the case book hanging at the foot of the bed.

Xiaomei wrote and drew on it, and did not speak until the paper was almost full.

"What I calculated should be Zhou Limei."

I didn't care about anything else, I just asked, "Are you sure?"

Xiaomei looked down at the paper, and when she looked up, she was already crying: "It should be her."

"Okay."

I looked down at my watch, and there were 12 minutes left.

"Where's the archives?"

"Next to the monitoring room."

I fumbled up and down my pockets and whispered, "Do you have chewing gum?"

"I ......"

Xiaomei's clothes didn't change, she felt in her trouser pocket for a while, and took out a piece of chewing gum that had melted and deformed.

I grabbed my pencil and rolled down the window to the upper floor.

The two Jiu Mengzi were still chatting in the monitoring room, and they didn't notice that someone had sneaked in.

When I looked up, I saw the number of the archive that read it.

The door to the archives room was heavy, a bit like the door of a fire hallway, and I pressed my ear to the door and gently twisted the handle with one hand.

This is the method that Chen Jiayan taught me before, a few rings of the door lock, it means that there are several locks.

This lock is no more, no less, a whole four.

I shaved out a lot of lead and poured it down the keyhole, which lubricated and made several of the interconnected cylinders slip.

Then I inserted the foil-wrapped paper clip in.

This trick was learned from Ah Gui, the tin foil can minimize the sound of unlocking, as long as you hear a sound similar to the clatter of the second hand, it is to touch the lock cylinder.

Time passed little by little, and I could clearly hear the nonsense of the two wine Mengzi next door.

Stealing things under the noses of others, let alone me, even if it is a veteran like Ah Gui, I'm afraid I have to tremble, right?

At that moment, I clearly heard a voice from next door: "Wait for me, I'm going to pee."

In an instant, my soul almost flew out.

"Dah."

It's just this sound, I feel like it's a natural sound, and with a force on my hand, I push the door directly.

I didn't dare to turn on the light, so I could only rely on the faint light of my mobile phone to finally find the file named Zhou Limei in an iron cabinet.

I glanced at it hurriedly, quickly memorized its contents, and turned to go downstairs.

As soon as I entered the ward, I saw the doctor pushing the medical cart and slowly walking towards the ward.

Once inside, I shrunk straight behind the door, just waiting for her to come in.

The roar of the wheels and the ground came from far and near, and when she walked to Xiaomei's hospital bed, I rushed out first.

She was about to shout, but I covered her mouth and put the pencil in my hand against her neck.

"Zhou Limei?"

The doctor was too frightened to move, and nodded tremblingly, "What do you want money or want?"

"I'll give you money, you go now, I promise not to shout."

Zhou Limei has a stronger psychological quality than I thought, and she can calmly talk to me about the conditions at this time.

It doesn't matter, though.

I pushed the pencil forward: "You have a family of four, your husband is in business out of town, and the two children are in junior high school, right?"

"Who the hell are you—who are you?"