Cultivation from the top

Chapter 212 The Female Reporter's Cry
"Ali!"

The female reporter woke up from her sleep, threw off the quilt covering her body, rushed to another bedroom in this house without even having time to put on her clothes, and pushed open the door without knocking.

However, there was nothing but the neatly folded quilt and the slightly stuffy room air.

No one was lying there, and no one was rubbing his hair from under the quilt while asking the female reporter.

"Sister, it's only six o'clock, isn't it still early for work?"

The female reporter leaned against the open door, thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Although the female reporter took Ali all the way to the hospital, there was no one alive inside, let alone a doctor who could perform an operation immediately.Ali struggled for more than an hour without receiving any help, and finally died in the arms of the female reporter.

Looking at Ali's side face, the female reporter collapsed instantly.

Cry and yell and shout.

No one responded to her until she was hoarse.

Tired of crying and screaming, he fell asleep holding Ali's body.

When the female reporter woke up, it was already three days later. When another hospital came to process the corpse of this hospital, it found that there were still people breathing, so they took it to the hospital for treatment.

The female reporter slept for three days and three nights, but she was only severely stimulated. She had some mental and physical problems, so she had to rely on sleep to recover.

"Doctor! She's awake!"

The nurse who just opened the door saw the female reporter get up from the hospital bed and called for the doctor.

The doctor hurried over when he heard it.

The strange environment, the unfamiliar bed boards, and the crowd of people hula-la crowding into the room seemed to make the female reporter have a lot of doubts.

"Do you remember what you saw?"

The doctor's question pierced the softest part of the female reporter's heart like a sharp knife, reminding her that Ali's body was covered with blood, and her own hands were also covered with blood, which couldn't be removed no matter how hard she wiped. Blood stains stuck to his hands.

The most important thing is that Ali in his arms no longer has the sound of breathing, neither his pulse nor heartbeat has stopped.

Ali really died in his arms, motionless, and would not respond to any calls.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The female reporter held her head in her hands, curled up, and shouted loudly.

She couldn't accept the fact that Ali had died, so her brain was resisting recalling the past, even if it was something that had passed three days, even if it was something she had personally experienced, the female reporter was unwilling to recall it again .

"Calm down! We really need your narrative."

What the doctor said was true.

The entire hospital was covered with tens of thousands of steel pipes into a dangerous building, not to mention the people inside, there was not even a single survivor.And the colleagues who were in charge of cleaning up the corpses also went with this idea. They didn't prepare hospital beds for living people, but went with hundreds of body bags.

However, it is such a coincidence.In the hospital where no one was thought to survive, there was actually someone still alive.After examination, it was found that he was just asleep and did not suffer any external or internal injuries.

Then, what this person saw and heard is very likely to retell the scene at that time.

Therefore, when the nurse saw the female reporter waking up, instead of asking about some routine matters, she called the doctor directly and asked the doctor to bring a large number of people to the ward to listen carefully to what the survivor saw. smell.

"I……"

The female reporter seemed to be getting better, as if she was about to say something, and everyone's attention was focused on her, wanting to ask something.

"I……"

The female reporter was a little agitated, probably because she remembered the meeting that made her uncomfortable, but this is a normal phenomenon and an understandable level.

"Ali! Where is Ali? Where is Ali?"

The female reporter didn't know where the strength came from, and she grabbed the clothes with a loud noise and shook them vigorously.

"Calm down, I don't know who Ali you are talking about."

The doctor was shaken so dizzy that he almost bit his tongue when he spoke.

"Where is Ali? Tell me!"

As she spoke, tears rolled out of the female reporter's eyes.

"Take me to see Ali! Ahhh!"

The female reporter's snot and tears stained the doctor's white coat.But he didn't care, at least it was much better than the patient's excrement.

"I can take you to see him, but can you calm down first?"

The doctor yelled out quite helplessly.

……

Morgue.

Because in this steel pipe attack on the city, the number of deaths has reached a terrifying number of nearly two thousand, so the morgues of the hospitals in the whole district had to be used.The bodies of many people have not yet been claimed by their families, and they still occupy a lot of space.

No matter how much the female reporter yelled, she could only identify the corpses one by one, and search for them house by house.

This is the third mortuary, and the first two mortuaries have not gained anything.

Although I am used to seeing various images of patients, the appearance of being tied into a hedgehog by a steel pipe still makes the doctor feel a little queasy.

If this is the work of a deranged criminal, then a thousand cuts to death will not be enough to appease the public outrage.

If it was a sudden incident that caused this person to die instantly, we can only hope that these people died with one blow and did not suffer too much pain.

"Is there something wrong with her here?"

The person in charge of the morgue looked at the female reporter one by one to identify the face in his memory, sneaked closer to the doctor standing at the door, and nodded his head with his finger.

Some emotional family members will have difficulty controlling their emotions when identifying the dead body, but this is a very common thing.

But the female reporter is different. Although she seems to be very emotional, she doesn't cry or make noise, and she doesn't even make unnecessary noises. She just opens and identifies the cells one by one, and repeats such actions.There was no interaction with other people during the whole process.

This way of action surprised the person in charge of the morgue.

"Maybe it's some stimulation."

The doctor could only smile wryly.

She accompanied the female reporter to two morgues. Her behavior seemed reasonable, but it was even more common for her to be unreasonable.

There is no way to say right or wrong.After all, everyone's attitude towards emotional outbursts is different.

"Ali! I finally found you. Ahhhh!"

After opening a box, the female reporter opened the body bag, saw the face inside, and immediately burst into tears.

Crying is so sad.

Crying is so desperate.

(End of this chapter)