Your nemesis passed out again

Wen Ningshu took off his gloves, and was about to reach out to the little girl when he froze in mid-air, then slowly retracted.

"Follow me, I'll take you out."

"Well, thank you brother."

Walking to the balustrade where the family members were waiting for the body to be rolled out, the little girl suddenly grabbed Wen Ningshu by the corner of his clothes.

"I found them, they are there." The little girl pointed at the few people who appeared here early in the morning, smiling brightly.

"Go over quickly! Don't run around in this kind of place anymore."

The little girl was still refusing to let go of Wen Ningshu's clothes: "Brother, can you take me there? I'm afraid my parents will blame me."

Wen Ningshu nodded, and walked forward with the little girl.

At a glance, I saw a posthumous photo of a little girl on the table on the wall.

He looked anxiously at the smiling child next to him, and a chill suddenly spread from his heels to the top of his head.

The little girl in the photo is now holding his hand tightly.

"Brother, thank you, I found them."

I have been working in this funeral home for almost three and a half years, and this is the first time I have encountered such an incredible thing.

If it weren't for a five or six-year-old child standing in front of him, and a group of unfamiliar faces.

He might feel that someone deliberately prepared a joke.

"Why...why did this happen..." Wen Ningshu stepped back in disbelief.

The little girl looked sideways at Wen Ningshu, with the same innocent and bright smile as before, but now it only looks creepy.

"Because my brother is about to die!"

Wen Ningshu hurriedly turned and left.

Hu You's voice came to mind.

Wen Ningshu turned his head, everything around him was spinning.

At last he fell with a thud, until all that could be seen was darkened.

When I woke up again.

The strong smell of disinfectant in the room was a little pungent. Wen Ningshu opened his eyes, and his body was already implicated by various instruments.

"Brother, are you awake?"

"Hmm." Wen Ningshu took off his oxygen mask, feeling panicked with chest tightness.

Shi Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "Just wake up, senior brother, you should rest well, everyone knows your physical condition."

Wen Ningshu nodded, and Shi Yun sat with Wen Ningshu for a while before leaving.

The silence in the hospital is scary.

Thinking of the scene just now, Wen Ningshu closed his eyes weakly, and the little girl in the red dress still smiled deeply.

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Ningshu said weakly, please come in, and he couldn't help frowning as he glanced at the person coming from the corner of his eyes.

"Brother, how can I explain to my family when you are like this now!"

The person who came was Wen Yuhe, Wen Ningshu's younger brother.

Young and promising, by virtue of skipping a few grades before high school, he now has a postgraduate degree.

In order to keep an eye on Wen Ningshu, he had to go to a place close to Wen Ningshu as an intern.

"The physical condition is getting worse and worse, honestly, do you want to commit suicide?"

Wen Ningshu sighed helplessly: "How can you call it a suicide..."

"If you don't commit suicide, why do you have to do this job? The family can arrange for you to work as an HR in a friend's company. Isn't sitting in an office better than putting makeup on a dead person?"

"Keep your voice down, heart patients don't want to make noise." Wen Ningshu opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yuhe, speaking in a weak voice, "And I know my own body well."

"Can't you be more obedient? If I call my parents to see if they won't tie you back then."

"I……"

The little nurse knocked on the door of the ward: "Dr. Wen has a patient looking for him."

"Understood." Wen Yuhe warned, "I will teach you when I have time."

Wen Yuhe rolled his eyes at Wen Ningshu unhappily, and left the ward.

The reincarnation born at home is after congenital heart disease.

So Wen Yuhe was born.

Parents put more pressure and hope on this healthy child.

Wen Ningshu put on the oxygen mask, remembering what the little girl said just now, compared to the initial fear, now he gradually became relieved.

As the child with internal defects, he was originally the redundant one...

Afterwards, Wen Yuhe visited Wen Ningshu twice.

Wen Ningshu knew it all, but as soon as Wen Yuhe appeared, Wen Ningshu immediately pretended to be asleep, afraid of Wen Yuhe's chattering mouth.

Until midnight, the sound of a wheelchair came from outside the hospital, and Wen Ningshu, who was already a light sleeper, opened his eyes wearily.

The sound of the wheelchair sounded nearby, and it kept making people sleepless.

Wen Ningshu took off the oxygen mask and the monitor that restrained his body, and walked outside the door. The sound of the wheelchair was still ringing back and forth.

He slowly opened the door and stretched his head to see that the owner of the wheelchair was sliding forward with his back facing Wen Ningshu. Judging from his gray hair, he should not be too young.

"It's you!"

The voice next to his ear made Wen Ningshu stagger in fright.

Turning around and seeing that it was Xun Qin who came, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xun Qin moved closer to Wen Ning's writing, the corner of his mouth was still stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

"You didn't wipe off the ketchup on the corner of your mouth." Wen Ningshu said softly, and wiped away the blood from the corner of Xun Qin's mouth.

Xun Qin hurriedly lowered his head in fright, repeatedly wiped his moist lips with his clothes, and raised his eyes carefully to observe Wen Ningshu's expression.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the other party, he was relieved.

"Why are you in the hospital? Did you feel uncomfortable after that night?" Xun Qin said.

"Ailment."

Wen Ningshu turned his head, and the old man who was pushing the wheelchair up and down the aisle just now was gone.

The sound of the wheelchair disappeared when Xun Qin appeared.

Judging by the speed of disappearance, it may not be a person...

Wen Ningshu's hand was holding the door frame, the knuckles turned slightly white.

Although I don't mind meeting dirty things, people who work in funeral homes can see these things every day, which can easily affect their work and daily mood.

He really didn't want to say hello to an old man one second, and open the freezer the next second, and the old man was lying down waiting for him to put on makeup.

If this is the case, then life in the future will be too bad.

However, it is not suitable for anyone to tell about the current situation.

He looked at Xun Qin and said, "Go back early! I'm about to rest."

"Then can I come and see you tomorrow?"

"You want to ask me to come to your house in a while, I don't worry if you run to the hospital for a long time."

Xun Qin's identity as a vampire.

He is clear, but he still communicates with Xun Qin in the way of ordinary people.

It may sound like a bad heart, but it is indeed big.

It's like choosing the current career regardless of family members' opposition.

"No, you said I could come to you."

"But……"

"No, but." There was a noise outside, and Xun Qin's face changed, "I... I have to leave beforehand, and I will come to you tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Xun Qin left in a hurry.

Wen Ningshu fell into a drowsy sleep for the rest of the night.

Until the next day, Wen Yuhe pushed open the door, Wen Ningshu opened his eyes, saw Wen Yuhe's impatience, and slowly closed them again.

"Brother, do you know? There was a big accident in the hospital last night. Two patients died. The cause of death was excessive blood loss."

"Excessive blood loss?" Wen Ningshu gently stroked the fingertips that wiped off the blood on the corner of Xun Qin's mouth last night, with a complicated expression on his face.

"This matter is too mysterious, brother, I have to transfer you to another hospital in a while, I can't stay here anymore!"

Wen Ningshu clenched the quilt tightly, his expression darkened.

He doesn't care about being associated with vampires, but he doesn't like to have too many entanglements with murderers.