Cultivation from the top

Chapter 213 Bizarre Cognitive Time

Fortunately, the corpse will be kept for a period of time before no family members claim it, and will not be cremated in a hurry. This allowed the female reporter to see Ali's face again.

But Ali was no longer breathing, not even a heartbeat.

He just lay quietly in the grid of the morgue with his eyes closed quietly. No matter how the female reporter called his name, he would never open his eyes again.

……

"Name: Ali. Age: 22 years old. Cause of death: The heart was pierced by a steel pipe, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the heart and lack of oxygen throughout the body. After confirmation by the family members, they agree to be cremated. Family members, please sign."

The forensic doctor stated the form in his hand, read it to the female reporter little by little, and finally handed the form and pen to the female reporter, asking her to do the last thing.

Once this letter is signed, Ali will complete the entire process of cremation within an hour, and in the end will only give the female reporter a small box to hold the ashes.

If he didn't sign, Ali could only lie like this, lying lifeless.There will be no changes.

The female reporter looked at the pen and paper handed over, at the face of the forensic doctor, at the faces of the doctor next to her and the person in charge of the morgue, and finally picked up the pen and signed her name.

When signing, the female reporter's hands were shaking non-stop.

"Okay, let's meet the family for the last time."

After the forensic doctor confirmed the above name, he said the last sentence to the female reporter and left here.

The doctor also left here under the eyes of the person in charge of the morgue.

This is the last face of the family, the last face of the living and the dead.

If I want to meet again in the future, I can only look at the black and white photos and the small urn.

The female reporter walked to Ali's side, and gently scratched the slightly cold face with her fingers.

She wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.

She wanted to cry, but the tears seemed to have dried up, and she couldn't squeeze them out.

She wanted to do something, but found that her hands and feet seemed to have taken root and grew on the ground.

In the end, the female reporter could only hug Ali's body and weep silently.

I didn't even have the energy to cry.

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"Can you now recall the situation at that time?"

The doctor looked at the female reporter holding the urn and asked the question again.

The female reporter's mental state is much better now, she doesn't cry or fuss, and sits on the hospital bed like a doll.

Seeing one's own family turned into ashes that can be put in a box, no matter who it is, it is uncomfortable.The doctor has been in the department for such a long time, and he hasn't seen any scenes.I don't know how many times I have seen this kind of grief in the hearts of the family members.Although I really want to understand the female reporter's mood at this moment, but the work still has to continue.So the doctor didn't intend to give the female reporter too much time to immerse herself in her grief.As long as the question is asked, the female reporter can be as sad as she wants.But not now, now you have to answer your own questions before you can feel sad.

"I... really don't know anything."

The female reporter answered the doctor in a dazed manner.

"You are the only survivor in that hospital, at least what did you see? Say it, and say what you see."

Seeing that the female reporter still resisted answering this question, the doctor became a little anxious, and said it directly without embellishing her words.

"We were eating supper at a porridge shop, and suddenly a bunch of steel pipes shot in. The owner of the shop died on the spot, and Ali was injured, so I took him to the hospital. There were dead people everywhere along the way. I was so scared. , I was so afraid that Ali would become like that. When I arrived at the hospital, I found that there was no living person inside. Everyone was shot through by the steel pipe, and none of them survived. There was no way for Ali to be saved. I just looked at Ali. He died in my arms. I killed him, it was all my fault, it was all my fault..."

When the female reporter said this, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and fell onto the hands holding the urn.

"Wait a minute, you said that when you arrived at the hospital, there was no one alive there?"

The doctor didn't care about the female reporter's emotions, but found a key point in her speech.

"Yes, when Ali and I arrived there, there were already no living people."

The female reporter didn't understand why the doctor would agonize over this kind of thing endlessly, so she could only repeat her answer again.

"When we got there, although you were the only one who survived, the forensic autopsy report later stated that those who died were less than 5 minutes after we arrived, which means that there are still lives after you are unconscious. Signs. And everyone died at the same time, even your own brother Ali died at that time. Now you tell me that when you arrived at the hospital, there were no living people?"

The doctor was a little emotional, and even stood up, questioning the female reporter.

"But when I really got there, no one was alive. Otherwise, why didn't my brother come back? I can find a doctor to operate on my brother, and I don't need to watch him die."

Although the female reporter understood what the doctor meant, it was only 5 minutes before the ambulance arrived when these people died, and she had passed out a long time ago.Judging by common sense, I really should see something, so I will react accordingly.

However, what the female reporter sees with her own eyes is the truth, and no matter how much she debates, she can't tell the truth.

"Doctor Chen, maybe the patient's thoughts are not clear now, so don't make things difficult for the patient."

Seeing that Dr. Chen's mood fluctuated so much, several other doctors stopped Dr. Chen who wanted to grab the female reporter's hand and ask for clarification.

"Yes, Dr. Chen, let's go out and talk."

The two doctors almost carried Dr. Chen out of the ward again.

"Who is that, you take care of the patient."

Before leaving the ward, a doctor specifically asked the nurse.

Then, a bunch of people went out of Anne Ward sparsely.Only one nurse was left watching the female reporter to prevent her from doing anything out of the ordinary.

The female reporter didn't say anything anymore, she just looked at the urn in her hand in a daze.

……

"She must be telling lies! How could she not know anything? The time of death is very close, how could she not know?"

Dr. Chen was very emotional, and the water glass in his hand was about to be overturned.

"Calm down first. I know you're in a bad mood, but you also have to consider the patient's feelings. I just lost a loved one, and it's normal for me to talk nonsense or not be able to recall some plots. You Let me explain."

The doctor on the side had just said these words, and immediately realized that he had said something wrong, so he closed his mouth and glanced at other places.

(End of this chapter)