The ward is cramped and dull, and the space under the bed is a bit narrow, but it is not difficult to accommodate two and a half-squat people.

A pair of slippers without temperature were placed beside the bed, and there were kettles, plastic boxes, urinals and other items under the bed. Zhao Yijiu pushed these debris away with a knife, leaving enough space for the two of them.

The audience was divided into two parts, one of which was left to look at Ren Yi, and was unwilling to miss the appearance of the diary of the "Shocking Clues". The other part focused on looking at the fixed perspective of the intensive care unit, hoping to see the director's appearance being attacked by ghosts again.

To be honest, since the benefits of protecting the dean have been studied, they have not seen the miserable dean in several periods, and even saw a case where a guest knocked the dean unconscious and kept him by his side throughout the whole process.

So, before the dean came in, they saw Yu Xing, who had a very wrong style.

[I never expected that he would be a silly after he didn't pretend to be a newbie]

[Is it a silly? Why do I think he is so handsome in talking to ghosts, just like he doesn't take ghosts seriously]

[Haha, that's because the ghost in the hospital cannot kill the guests. Try another deduction? How dare he jump like this?]

[As an old fan, I will just say this, he dares]

[So dark-bellied, I covered the ghost's head with a quilt. The dean probably won't be able to find out the clue in advance later]

[Tell a joke, "Save the Dean"]

[Thank you, I've been laughing to death]

The audience did not have the experience of Dean’s dissatisfaction at the beginning, especially when speculating on the truth, there were many people who liked the Dean.

But I couldn't resist seeing the dean's death too many times, and even the sympathy was numb.

They are more concerned about whether there will be an extra star deducer whose live broadcast style is in line with their taste in the future, whether there is any new music to watch, new routines to learn, and new experiences to collect.

Outside the door, you could already hear a rapid breath that was no longer blocked. After Yu Xing hid, he looked up. The ghosts on the bed seemed to have some signs of sitting up because of their unsightly behavior. The bed board shook for a while, but fortunately this would not affect the pace of the dean outside the intensive care unit running in.

About ten seconds later, the door was roughly pushed open, and the door swung, and when it was about to hit the wall, it was almost fixed by a pair of hands. A slightly fat figure walked in with his back hooked up. His shirt and suit pants were torn and ragged, with blood on it.

Yu Xing saw the foot of the visitor immediately. He was not wearing shoes on his feet, and some broken glass was sparsely inserted on his instep. He didn't know if there was any soles of his feet. In short, every step he took, a blood-stained footprint would be left on the ground.

The visitor flashed in carefully, closed the door of the intensive care unit, then turned around, leaned his back against the door and gasped loudly.

Yu Xing poked a hole in the hanging quilt blocked in front of him with the Qingmengjing. After thinking about it, he poked another one.

At this angle, Yu Xing could already see the person coming clearly.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties. His skin is wheat-colored, with single eyelids, and he wears a pair of glasses that have a complete lens missing. A few drops of blood were splashed on the right lens. The left lens has been broken, leaving only a small part of it embedded alone on the frame.

His left arm seemed to be the most serious injury. The wounds on his skin and the holes in his shirt were exposed to the air. He grinned in pain and locked the door with his backhand. While restoring his breathing frequency, he turned his ears and put his ears on the door panel to pay attention to movement outside.

He seemed to be afraid that things outside would find their traces, but in fact... Yu Xing looked at the bloody footprints on the ground.

I'm afraid this is useless no matter how quiet this is. Haven't you kept markings all the way!

Zhao Yijiu took two steps back to prevent the dean from seeing the legs under the bed through the quilt that was hanging down from the bed.

To be honest, if the dean was so scared that his legs were weak, he squatted down on the spot or sat against the wall, he would definitely face to face with Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu under the bed and have a friendly and friendly exchange of sight.

Fortunately, the dean held on and did not give the two people the chance to leave a shadow in his heart.

Not only did he hold on, the dean also noticed the patient on the bed after he was relieved for a while. He was instantly attracted by the electrocardiogram display screen. On the screen, the patient's heartbeat was weak, just like a dying person.

"No... I'm going to die, you can't die here." The dean murmured, walking towards the hospital bed in a daze.

Zhao Yijiu calmly listened to the dean "to die" one by one, and then came over with blood that could easily stimulate the ferociousness of the ghosts. He felt the increasingly obvious vibration of the bed board, and the killing light flashed out of the killing in his hand.

The dean still adheres to his original intention of caring for patients. Even in such a critical situation, he does not want to implicate innocent patients. He hesitates whether to change rooms and hide and not bring ghosts in to harm others.

But the ghost outside didn't seem to catch up. What if he was discovered only when he appeared at this time?

The dean was very entangled, and his entangled expression fell into the eyes of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu.

He is quite professional. Yu Xing thought, and his expression relaxed a little.

The dean seemed to have finally decided to leave, but before leaving, he had to at least confirm the patient's condition, so don't die because he didn't care about the doctor.

The dean pushed his glasses with only the right lens in a mess, getting closer and closer.

He saw the quilt trembling and frowned. Which medical staff covered the patient with a quilt like this? Isn’t this so suffocating?

Without hesitation, the dean walked to the hospital bed and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt.

He instantly met a pair of turbid and terrifying eyes. The eyes belonging to the patient were congested with eyeballs, and a large area of ​​darkness fell under his eyes. The deep eye lines made the eyes look particularly conspicuous.

"You!" The dean was startled and immediately wanted to retreat because he not only saw the terrible eyes, but also the corpse spots on the old man's body!

"You are dead!" The dean lived up to everyone's expectations and shouted the death doorbell in a high profile. The next second, his steps that he wanted to leave were blocked by a withered hand. The hand was so thin that it was only skinny and boneless. At first glance, it looked like a skeleton, and the dense blood vessels under the skin were still beating.

But when it grabbed the dean's arm, it was extremely powerful and the dean couldn't get away from it. He put on a mask of pain and did not dare to shout for help - after all, he had been asking for help in Corridor No. 4 for a long time, but no one came.

The body lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Please, please... don't come to me, okay? I have never harmed you, why do you have to die with you?" The dean cried in a low voice. The old man on the hospital bed was originally looking directly opposite him, but now he heard the dean's voice and his head turned around little by little.

The ventilator heard the sound of breathing in overwhelmed, as if the patient had the last struggle. The old man's face was gloomy. He covered the mask with his hand that he had nothing to do and slowly took it off.

The breathing sound stopped instantly, and the electrocardiogram instrument made a long "drop", followed by a long, straight line that could not be seen at a glance.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The dean was stunned for a moment when he looked at the straight line that symbolized the death of his body and the end of his life.

"Are you cursing me to death?" The old man was hoarse, his voice as good as scrambling glass, "Are you cursing me to death?"

The dean came to his senses and shook his head and said in panic: "No...I don't...I just want to see you--"

"You - you still have the face to look at me!? You may be looking at whether I die or not, and whether your burden has disappeared!" the old man growled, his eyes flashing with evil spirits, "Can you die with me?"

Yu Xing felt that the taste was a bit wrong as he listened.

What does this old man seem to be referring to?

Why do you say that you are the burden of the director, and even mention the words "I have the face to see me"? This is not like a conversation between a patient and a hospital director, but instead... I want some kind of closer blood relationship.

By the bed, the dean was confused for a moment, and then as if he suddenly saw something, he said in horror: "You, you are my dad!"

Some kind of slaughter was broken invisibly. Not only did the dean think of something, but he was very close to him, but a picture appeared in front of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu, who were also in this space.

Or a "impression".

One day a long time ago, the dean was walking on the way to his father's ward. He seemed to be relatively relaxed, but at this moment, a medical staff member hurriedly bumped into him.

He was about to raise his face and scold him a few words, so that the young nurse would remember not to run in the corridor next time. If he hit the patient, it would be bad, but when the nurse saw his face, he showed a reassured and more nervous expression of conflict.

But no matter how difficult it is to speak, the nurse immediately became firm and spoke quickly: "Director! Your father... is almost out of reach! Director and others are ready to rescue him!"

The dean was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and immediately shook his legs and rushed towards the ward. However, when he was going, the old man over 60 was being pushed and rushed to the rescue room. His colleagues and subordinates were busy and in chaos.

The dean finally saw his father at the door of the emergency room, and his father also saw him. His eyes met for a moment and was covered by the back of the white coat.

He saw the tension, reluctance, reluctance, despair, and attachment in the old man's eyes.

The dean could see that his father didn't want to die.

Even though he had been ill in bed for three years, facing unmovable body, pain treatment, continuous surgery to prolong his life, and expensive sky-high costs, the old man still didn't want to die.

He really wanted to rush up and hold his father's hand, telling him that he would wait for him to come out and would never give up on him.

A few days ago, when he got off work and went to accompany his father, the old man began to ask him frequently, thinking that he was a burden that he could not get rid of, and that he had wanted to send him to die soon.

The father and son knew very well that if there were no serious illness father, the dean would have lived much better than he is now. He would not have been able to see his wife and children for a few days, nor would he have been paid a high salary, but still had a difficult life.

Faced with this problem, the old man was very scared. Although he was dragging everyone down, he still didn't want to die. He wanted to live very much, even if there was no freedom or power to move in such a life... nothing was left.

The dean knew that his father was always afraid and resentful, and he just thought that his father was insecure, so he answered patiently over and over again, saying that he would not leave him behind, and that he loved him.

Unexpectedly, his father had a premonition of the arrival of this day.

The dean was sitting at the door of the emergency room, his mind was filled with mud. Maybe it was a disaster. There was a bad news - a patient of the dean was in a bad condition and needed him to undergo surgery immediately.

Although the director is already the top leader of the hospital, he is also a surgeon specializing in surgery. He usually looks at several patients in person. Except for him, it is difficult for others to quickly understand the patient's condition and it is easy to get into trouble.

The dean was stunned. When he came to his senses, he had already put on his surgical gown and stood in the operating room.

This was an extremely energy-consuming operation. He had done it for seven hours. When it was over, the nurse was still telling him pale...

"Your dad, the rescue is ineffective."

“Confirm death.”

The dean remembers that one day, his father pulled him.

"If I die one day, you must be with me at the last moment." The old man lay stiffly on the bed, tears rolling down his face that was tortured by illness, rolling from both sides into his sideburns, passing by his bare scalp due to chemotherapy, and finally seeping into the pillow.

"I'm afraid of death... you must be with me... I look at you, maybe... I'm not that scared."

"You must promise me, watch me die before leaving, don't leave my father alone, okay..." The old man repeated again and again almost persistently.

The dean didn't know what he had experienced after coming out of the operating room. He only remembered that his face was distorted, and he sadly grabbed the rescue doctor and asked them: "Did my dad say anything before his death?"

At first, these doctors didn't want to say that in the end, a doctor who usually had the best relationship with the dean confessed to him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Your dad is constantly asking." The doctor patted him, "He asked where you are, why don't you come."

"He asked if you were coming soon, and as long as you were conscious, he was asking this question."

"In the end, he started crying. He said he knew you wouldn't come, and wouldn't look at him, an ugly old man, and he said he knew you didn't want to spend money to treat him. He also said..." I wonder if it was an illusion, the dean looked at the doctor friend and felt that the expression on the other person's face became more and more like his father's usual insecure.

"You are hypocritical and unfilial." The doctor friend actually showed a strange smile. "He was so afraid of death. When he left, he started calling your name again and asked you to forgive him. He said he was wrong and shouldn't let you spend so much money and shouldn't accuse you. He was so scared. He wanted you to stay with him until he died, rather than staying with a few tightly wrapped strangers in the cold rescue room."

"Then you--" the dean could hardly make a sound.
To be continued...