Getting out of the car, Wen Jiu and Shang He who were standing in front of the hospital were waiting to stop, but before half a minute had passed, Wen Jiu's brows frowned no less than ten times.

In fact, no wonder others stopped panic and anxiously and cast incredible and inquiring eyes at Wen Jiu and Shang He.

Because the combination of these two people is too strange. A noble and cold, delicate facial features, a faint and clean face, like a far-reaching lady of aristocratic family, or a kind of aristocratic family who only exists in the painting. You said that aristocratic family who should only exist in the painting, suddenly appeared in front of everyone. How could anyone not stop and appreciate it for a moment?

But the most strange thing is that such a person is standing with a man dressed in a sloppy and stubble and mixed with various smells on his body, or is it at the hospital entrance? The gossip factor of a group of people is not written on his forehead.

"Xiaojiu?" Looking at the place surrounded by a group of people, Wen He called out tentatively.

"Well, uncle." As a result, Wen He's eyes were still quite poisonous. When he heard the sound, Wen He looked at the group of people who had not moved away and coughed a few times and said, "Please give it up, okay? We need to visit the patient now."

Although the passers-by A and B who still wanted to look at the relationship between the three people, they heard that they said that, and it was impossible for them to really go forward and ask them what the relationship is. So everyone looked at the three people secretly and then turned around and left the hospital door in one step.

Wenjiu entering the hospitalization department on the sixth floor did not require Shang He to lead the way in front. He walked straight to the door of the room that was still the most yin energy although it was rising sun.

At this time, the nurse who was in the round just came out of the inside and saw her at first sight, she turned from a handsome guy to a homeless man Shang He, even though she had seen all the process.

But when he suddenly looked up and saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth at Shang He and said, "Mr. Shang, the patient is in good condition now, has no convulsions, has slept very peacefully, and there is no needle removal today."

"Okay, thank you." The weak Shang He didn't even see the face of the nurse in front of him clearly. Shang He, who said thanks casually, walked up to him and pushed open the door of the ward and said to Wen Jiu: "Captain, this is right, yes, her future lover is Deng Jia."

"Well, remember to tell her next time I meet, my name is Wen Jiu." Wen Jiu, who casually told a cold joke, looked at the wandering souls pressing on the hospital bed, raised his eyebrows and walked into the ward.

I originally thought that the captain Shang He was calling Han Mei at Wen He, but unexpectedly, the one who answered the conversation was a delicate girl who looked at at least ten years old. God, she seemed to remember correctly that when she first saw this man, this man had an absolute military temperament.

But now? Han Mei shook her head and continued to check the next round. As expected, she was not as handsome as Mr. Shang. Who would have thought that this person was still as strong as a month ago?

Han Mei, who knocked on the door, picked up the pen placed in her top pocket. Han Mei lowered her head and opened another page of paper and pushed open the door.

With a "bang." The pen and paper fell to the ground in one stroke. Han Mei, who had just come to the hospital for internship, saw a living person who had opened her eyes and died in front of her for the first time.

Without thinking, Han Mei quickly ran forward and quickly gave the old man in front of her simple first aid for cardiac resuscitation. She looked slightly panicked while pressing the old man's chest while looking up at the smooth straight line.

"How could it be? My body is still warm, and I can have surgery tomorrow?" Han Mei, with red eyes, murmured to herself at the woman who had already died on the bed.

Finally, Han Mei, who didn't know what she remembered, slapped her on the call bell at the bedside. Han Mei, who was waiting for the doctor in the room, was a little disappointed and prepared to do artificial respiration for someone. She happened to be stopped by the doctor who had just entered the door.

The doctor who rushed over in a panic, saw the intern nurse under his command, who was so fearless of death, jumped hard and said loudly: "Han Mei, she is not drowning or shock! She is cancer, advanced cancer."

I didn't know why I was red in my eyes and stared at the doctor who was explaining to her intern nurse. I didn't know whether to scold her or praise her for a moment, but such reckless behavior still made the doctor unable to help but have a headache.

When Han Mei pushed away her hand, the doctor listened to the deceased's heartbeat and checked the deceased's various indicators. Suddenly, during a period, the patient's obvious mood fluctuated quickly. The doctor frowned and covered the case book on his hand, and finally wrote the word "death" on it.

After all this, the doctor said to Han Mei, who was still a little panicked from behind, "Pick up your rounds book, turn right now, go to the front desk to find the nurse on duty to contact the patient's family, do you know?"

"Ah, oh!" In fact, Han Mei didn't know what was going on with her. She had already done a lot of psychological construction for herself before coming to the internship. For example, you must not be afraid of panic when you see dead people, but now it seems that this time is useless.

Thinking about the woman yesterday, she told her that she also had a daughter who was in junior high school and said that if she couldn't cure her, she would have to bless Han Mei, because Han Mei was the best nurse she treated her when she was diagnosed with cancer and was hospitalized.

But now, the person who could still talk to him yesterday is about to be pushed into the morgue today. Han Mei feels that her eyes are a little astringent and her nose is a little sour.

After muttering to the front desk, Han Mei continued to hold her rounds book and tried her best to investigate the situation of each patient.

Listening to the footsteps outside and the sound of carts, Wen Jiu knew that the body of the female ghost following the little nurse was found because the ghost died less than half an hour ago.

Wen Jiu, who had been standing there quietly looking at the group of ghosts for a while, then stepped forward. He was about to get the talisman, but he realized that he had long lost the habit of using talismans. Wen Jiu, who blinked his eyes, turned to Wen He and said, "Uncle, can you take Mr. Shang to buy me some talisman paper?"

"Tao paper?" Shang He hurried forward as soon as he heard this, opened the drawer of the medical cabinet beside the bed and said to Wen Jiu sternly: "This is what I asked Xu Yao and Xu Jie to get. Captain, can you see if it can be used?"

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded, pulled out the talisman paper inside, and after selecting it, he stretched out his index finger and middle finger together with the cinnabar font to input milky white spiritual power.

It was not until the three talisman papers were entered that Wen Jiu turned around and said to the two behind him, "You go out first."

"Okay." Wen He nodded and pulled Shang He, who wanted to get in the way, out.

Seeing that someone left, Wen Jiu pulled up the curtains and pinched his fingers at the door of the window. Then he picked up a talisman, recited the magic tricks silently, and decisively slapped the wandering soul on the bed without any consciousness.

It was not until the last wandering soul that the talisman in Wen Jiu's hand turned into ashes, and there was no waste of any spiritual power.

After solving the problem, Wen Jiu picked up another talisman, stretched out his two fingers to put them together between Deng Jia's forehead, and quickly input his spiritual power and drew the word "卍".

Then he shouted coldly, "Deng Jia, haven't woken up yet!" As he said that, he slapped the talisman in his hand on Deng Jia's forehead, and with the blessing of the talisman.

The golden "卍" character, as if he had his own consciousness, began to drill into his skin from Deng Jia's forehead and wandered little by little on Deng Jia's pale skin.

Watching the golden "卍" character gradually corroded by the evil spirit in Deng Jia's body, and it was faintly turning black.

Wen Jiu, who frowned, reached out and lifted the medical quilt on Deng Jia's body, used a pen with bare hands and ink, and quickly wrote the simple and simple character "卍" from Deng Jia's throat to his chest.

The densely packed "卍" characters followed the magic tricks that Wen Jiu could recite silently, and the golden light suddenly appeared, and Deng Jia's chest was even more golden.

After doing all this, Wen Jiu then held his hands and looked at the '卍' character wandering around his body slowly and rolled a ball of black fog towards his chest. When the black fog was left on the chest covered with the '卍' character, the '卍' character wandering continued to look for the evil spirit in every part of Deng Jia's body.

As before, it all piled up on Deng Jia's chest. The originally white and smooth chest seemed to be thrown ink at this time. It almost wanted to use the evil spirit to break the golden characters. The chest, which was scattered with black mist, was still bearing more evil spirits everywhere in the body.

Until the last time, the word "卍" in Deng Jia's body still remained unchanged. Wen Jiu then reached out to control the golden word "卍" and slowly input spiritual power to wander towards the chest. When he reached his throat, a third talisman suddenly appeared on Wen Jiu's hand.

Wen Jiu red lips, who controlled the Yinsha with one hand, opened lightly: "Deng Jia, haven't woken up yet, Deng Jia, haven't woken up yet!"

The sound of calling came as Wen Jiu held Yinsha's palm approached Deng Jia's head more and more.

Deng Jia, who had been in a coma for a long time, suddenly opened her mouth and stared, but her eyes were all pitch black, and she had never seen a trace of white eyes. Her mouth, which was exactly the same as her, was also pitch black, as if dyed with ink.

"Ah!" With a violent thrust, Wen Jiu suddenly exerted force on his hand, and the talisman on his other hand also became larger, like a big net, tightly wrapped the Yin evil energy that escaped from Deng Jia's seven orifices in the talisman.

Until Deng Jia's eyes finally had whites, his mouth slowly showed a normal rosy color, and the skin on his chest slowly turned white again, Wen Jiu stopped and quickly pulled the talisman tightly. He used a spiritual power to kill him, and the talisman instantly ignited.

Then he put the talisman in his hand on the medical counter and let the dark flame slowly burn the talisman into ashes.

In addition to the evil spirit, Wenjiu also forced Deng Jia out of her body. Next, she only needed to take a good bath of Deng Jia in the sun and increase the flames on her forehead.

The warm wine blinked and then gave Deng Jia a spell of clear and turbidity, then walked towards the door and opened the ward door.

Before he could make a sound, Shang Hegan's mute voice came roughly and said, "Captain, Jiajia..."

"Ten thousand." Seeing that Deng Jia is a great assistant to her uncle and has been spending the most sad time in the years with the Wen family company, Wen Jiu said that she has already given a discount.

"Okay." Shang He, who nodded without hesitation, took a step and looked at Deng Jia on the hospital bed, and reflected on Deng Jia's face that had been cold this month.

Suddenly, his hand shrank, and after pursing his lips, a big man sniffed at the warm wine and said, "Captain, captain, hot, Jiajia's skin is hot."

"Will it be cold if it's not hot?" Wen Jiu replied coldly at Shang He with a blank expression on his face and said to Wen He: "Uncle, let's go back, I'm hungry."

"Yes, okay." Seeing that Deng Jia was fine, Wen He couldn't disturb the couple here, and walked out of the hospital with Wen Jiu.

But when Wen Jiu met Han Mei, he saw that the man's eyes were still red, and he smiled at Han Mei who was looking over and said, "Good people will be rewarded."

"Well, she will definitely be a good child in the next life." Han Mei couldn't help but cheer her up and replied.

Seeing that people didn't understand what they meant, Wen Jiu didn't explain or was upset. He just smiled and passed by the female ghost.

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Good night, little cuties ~
Chapter completed!