When the fire was rescued, it was already deep, and most of the citizens fell asleep and did not notice how many people had left tonight.

But there are also people who were sleeping but were called to work by a phone call.

The building suffered too many casualties, and major hospitals were busy. Doctors and nurses who were not on duty received calls and asked to return to their jobs quickly.

Yin Zhuo received the call less than an hour after he lay down.

The surgery he had today seemed to be endless. He worked until midnight before he got off work. There was a major surgery early tomorrow morning. Yin Zhuo took a few casually and fell asleep when he got home. He didn't even take a shower. He dreamed that he had been resting for ten days in a row and was so beautiful that he received a call from the hospital.

The middle-aged man got up from the bed powerlessly, wiped his face, put on his shoes and walked towards the hospital.

His wife is also a doctor, but she is in the obstetrics and gynecology department. She is on night shift tonight. When they bought a house, they bought it specifically close to the hospital, just to get there as quickly as possible in case of an emergency.

As soon as he got downstairs, Yin Zhuo saw an ambulance whizzing by.

Although it was late at night, there were definitely many people on the road. Those who were less injured did not take an ambulance, drove by themselves or were taken to the hospital by their relatives. Some residents who were not sleeping around came downstairs to find out what had happened.

Yin Zhuo slept for an hour in total. At this moment, he was blown by the cool breeze at night and felt weak. He pressed his temples, thinking about this mental state, probably not going to be able to perform the operation tomorrow.

The middle-aged man walked towards the hospital with weak steps. When he walked to the station sign, he suddenly became in a daze for a moment. Screams came from his ears. He looked back in confusion and saw a group of people surrounding the station sign and wondering what to look at.

Sure enough, there are many people in China whenever there is any lively fun.

Yin Zhuo doesn't like to join in the fun, and now the hospital is in urgent need of manpower, so he speeds up a little and ignores the fun behind him.

I don’t know if it was blown by the cold wind in the middle of the night. The middle-aged man who felt weak all over and seemed to be about to be angry was getting rid of his anger and felt that the discomfort was gone a little, and he became energetic.

He entered the hospital where people were coming and going, and squeezed through the crowd and headed towards his department.

Their surgery department is now busy, and the doctors and nurses who come and go all look hurried. They don’t say hello when they see Yin Zhuo. He can’t see the director, so he has to go to the office to change into a white coat and start to simply treat the patient’s wounds.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

A patient had a piece of his arm cut by some unknown thing, bleeding and was covered with some scattered wounds. He frowned and screamed in pain while stretching out his hand to stop the blood.

But no matter how he pressed it, the blood still flowed out.

The doctors and nurses were busy coming and going, but no one noticed this patient who had almost become a bloody person.

Yin Zhuo was shocked and hurriedly ran over to squat down with the bleeding, and briefly disinfected and bandaged him.

"Quickly arrange the stitches, his blood cannot flow any more."

After barely stopping the blood, Yin Zhuo stood up and pulled out a familiar nurse to give instructions, but the nurse seemed to have felt nothing and hurriedly left here with a tray.

"Mianmian, Mianmian??"

He shouted a few times, and the nurse turned a deaf ear. Yin Zhuo had no choice but to squat down and slowly help the wounded up, "I'll take you to the treatment room first..."

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The wounded man pressed his bloody hand on Yin Zhuo's hand, and his face, which had been wrinkled in pain, showed a gratitude smile on his face, and he said:

"I've been in pain for ten years, and finally someone stopped the bleeding from me."

Yin Zhuo was stunned.

"Thank you, hurry up and go back, your family is waiting for you."

"Remember to go out and turn left and leave the direction you came in."

As soon as the wounded finished speaking, he looked up and looked out the door cautiously, changing his attention.

"Forget it, I'll give it to you, the road is a bit difficult."

leave?

Didn’t he still have to participate in the rescue?

Why leave?

What does it mean to be difficult to walk on the road?

Yin Zhuo's face was filled with questions, but before he could ask, the wounded man with blood suddenly looked behind Yin Zhuo, with a little fear in his eyes.

He subconsciously turned around, and then saw a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was wearing a black Taoist robe, with handsome facial features, and was like white jade under the bright lights. Yin Zhuo had seen many people, but there were not many who looked so beautiful.

A nurse hurried over and he watched the Taoist priest who was incompatible with the others pull out a mask from her pocket.

Blue and white, the disposable masks sent by their hospitals.

"Why are you still here?"

Yin Zhuo looked at the man in front of him holding the mask strap with two fingers, and his eyes fell on the wounded behind him.

His eyes were strange, faint, as if nothing was seen, but everything was like his eyes.

He works in the hospital and has seen many strange people, but Yin Zhuo has never seen such a strange and harmonious person before. He always feels like he is a little afraid of the people in front of him, but he has never seen him before.

"Doctor Yin is a good person, I want to send him back."

The wounded covered his hands and said to Wei Mingyan with courage, "I will leave after sending him."

Wei Mingyan held the mask and fell to the ground with his shoes. He didn't make any sound. He slowly came to Yin Zhuo.

Only then did Yin Zhuo realize something was wrong. They stood on the left side of the corridor, with patients, wounded, nurses and doctors coming and going, but no one looked at them.

Not even out of the corner of his eyes.

It's like, I can't see them.

The next moment he realized this, the handsome Taoist priest spoke, "You go."

Wei Mingyan glanced at the eyes and looked at the wounded, "Since you've gotten obsessed, it's better to leave early."

"But he..."

"I'll take him back." Wei Mingyan glanced at Yin Zhuo up and down, his voice clear and faint, "I'm indeed a good person."

Before Yin Zhuo could figure out what they were talking about, he saw the wounded laughing relaxedly. He patted Yin Zhuo on the shoulder, "Doctor Yin, hurry up and go back, your wife and children are waiting."

"Do you know me? My child...where did I get the child..."

He and his wife have been married for a long time, but they have never had children due to their health. The doctor said that the hope is very slim. Although Yin Zhuo was a little regretful, he also accepted this fact. After all, before getting married, his wife had already made it clear to him that it was very likely that he would not have children.

But when I go to visit relatives, I still feel a little envious when I see children who are well-behaved or naughty at their relatives' homes.

"By the way, you can't see it."

The wounded said, "He is a very well-behaved little guy. He has always wanted to be your child. He has been wandering for a long time before he can get what he wants."

"You may have forgotten that ten years ago, you gave me treatment. I didn't have a penny, and you gave me the money. That night I came over and wanted to find you, thinking that I just happened to pay back the money, but unfortunately I died before I even arrived at the door..."

The wounded said, and smiled and took out his pockets on his body, took out two hundred yuan, and handed them to Yin Zhuo, "Although it's a little late, don't be surprised."

Seeing Yin Zhuo accepting the money, a honest smile appeared on his face: "I finally paid back the money. I'll leave first. You can follow Mr. Wei."

"Hey? That..."

Yin Zhuo took the 200 yuan with blood in confusion. He helped a lot of people and helped to advance. He really couldn't remember who this was.

And, ten years ago...

The middle-aged doctor looked up and wanted to ask again, but the figure of the man was gone in front of him.

"Stop watching, he's going to reincarnation."

Wei Mingyan handed over the mask in his hand, "Wear it, there are too many people outside, and you have just left your body and will easily be dispersed."

Yin Zhuo put on the mask in a daze, "That person, he..."

"If you have an obsession, it hurts too much when you die. You can't enter the cycle of reincarnation, so you can only continue to hurt like this."

Wei Mingyan walked forward slowly, said here, and looked back at Yin Zhuo, "He has been in pain for ten years, and you have also helped him."

"I... help..."

Yin Zhuo's entire brain was already in chaos, and he heard the man in Taoist robe in front of him continue in a nice and low voice, "Have you saved him before?"

"I don't remember..."

Yin Zhuo really has no impression of him. He has been a doctor for so many years and has not counted the number of people he has saved. How could he remember so clearly?

"And my wife is pregnant..."

"Oh, I'm pregnant."

Wei Mingyan's tone seemed like, "I bought a cabbage for you," and said lightly:

"You should have been childless, but one child was abandoned by his mother's miscarriage. No one remembered him. Only your wife had incense so that he would not be dispersed by popularity and died before he was born. He should be able to reincarnate. But this child wanted to be your child and waited until now."

"Last week he came to beg me, and I sent him into your wife's belly."

Yin Zhuo was even more confused. He could understand these words alone, but he couldn't understand how they were combined together.

"That, I..."

"You're dead." Wei Mingyan said, and saw the people around him in shock and opened their eyes wide open, and gasped, "But they are not dead."

"Your bodies are still alive and your souls are gone. They usually can't last long and will be quickly dispersed by the popularity. However, you are lucky and you will encounter the soul body if you haven't stayed outside for a while."

"It's a coincidence that I remember my kindness." The handsome Taoist priest glanced at the shoulder where Yin Zhuo had been patted by the wounded just now. "He divided his soul to you. Although the injury is serious, you should recover quickly."
To be continued...