Mrs. Lu: Stay safe

The old painter lay down under the stairs with a painful expression on his face, the blood spread little by little, and the little redness became deeper and deeper. The little nurse was originally paying a lot of money for Lu Shaoyou, and any more would be Lu Shaoyou's Just look at it differently, now that someone was killed, the little nurse didn't dare to think about it, her mind was completely blank, she turned around and ran away in a panic.

The little nurse ran back to the duty room in a panic. Perhaps she was too nervous and didn't look at the road. She bumped into the oncoming nurse. The other nurse yelled, grabbed her with one hand, and said strangely, "Cheng Nuo, What are you doing in such a panic, hell!" The little nurse stood still pretending to be calm, laughed and said, "No...no, I'm just in a hurry to go to the toilet."

Another female nurse said helplessly, "Tell me about you. Fortunately, you hit me. What if you bumped into other patients." The little nurse smiled awkwardly and said, "Um...um, yes...I was reckless. "Okay, let's go, be careful not to fall." The female nurse smiled and patted Cheng Nuo, who nodded hurriedly and ran away.

The little nurse who returned to the duty room became more and more uneasy as she thought about it. She felt that she could no longer stay here. If someone found out, she would not be able to run away. She had to think of a way.Thinking about it, she immediately went to change her clothes, told the nurse on duty that she was not feeling well, asked her to look after her, and went back first, maybe because she was absent-minded or saw the tears on the corners of her eyes, Thinking she was not feeling well, the female nurse agreed and told her to go back quickly.

The little nurse quickly left the hospital, hiding in the night, and the night was getting deeper and deeper.Everything was quiet, and the deep night also covered up the weaker and weaker breathing in the stairwell. At some point, the stairwell was already quiet, and this quietness was mixed with unconcealable sadness.

The sky is gradually turning white, but there are patches of dark clouds floating around. Today is not a good weather, it is dull and sad.There are only birds chirping outside the window, and the hospital is gradually becoming noisy. It is dawn, and it is time to wake up. There are some things that the night cannot hide. When the light shines through the night, everything will be revealed.

"Ah..." A shrill scream rang out in the hospital, and many people looked around to find the source of the scream, "Here." I don't know who was the first to find the place where the scream came from. Pushing open the door of the stairwell, a little nurse fell to the ground with a pale face, and immediately reacted and ran to the people downstairs.

At this time, the doctor also rushed over, and a nurse looked up at the doctor with a pale face, and said, "He...he is dead." When her hands touched the already cold skin, she knew that the old man was dead, but The nature of an angel in white still made her feel for her pulse and breath without giving up, but what she got in return was the same result.

The doctor hurried down the stairs and walked towards the old man. He stretched out his hand to touch the old man, and said regretfully, "It's really hopeless. Let someone carry him away." The doctor pulled the female nurse up, and said, "This is the old man you just saw." What you should learn here is that life is so fragile. Call the police, I fell here in the middle of the night, I don’t know if there is something wrong.”

The little nurse nodded repeatedly after hearing what the doctor said, got up and was about to go to the duty room to call the police. Someone in the crowd said, "I have already called the police, and the police are on their way." The little nurse stopped and nodded at him, the doctor Said, "Go and check, the patient in which ward has disappeared." The female nurse quickly responded and ran away.

The doctor turned around and said to the onlookers, "Everyone leave, wait until the police come, it's useless to be around here." However, no one listened to him, and they were all chattering about the woman lying in the stairwell. Old painters, some people say that it is a pity that the old man stumbled and fell to his death when he was old.But some people don't think so.

Today is Baiyan's monthly routine checkup. She is not in good health and the medicine cannot be stopped, so Baiyan's physical condition is also very important, so the doctor asked Baiyan to have a monthly physical examination.Bai Yan, who had just had his blood drawn, passed by the stairwell and saw many people surrounding him. He had no intention of watching, so he left with the medical examination form.

The police arrived not long after, and they quickly dispersed the onlookers. At this time, the little nurse also found the old painter's ward and ran back.The policeman was asking the doctor about the situation. Seeing the little nurse coming, the doctor pointed at the nurse and said, "Hey! She is the first person to see the old man who fell here."

The policeman nodded, walked towards the female nurse, and asked, "Can you tell us about the situation at that time?" The female nurse, who had never seen such a scene, nodded nervously and said, "I...I am going to check the wards this morning and plan to go upstairs from here. Next, I just opened the door and came here, I saw the person lying downstairs, I was very scared, so I called out, but then I remembered that I was a nurse, so... Immediately, immediately went to check the patient's condition gone."

"Well, is there any more?" The pen in the policeman's hand kept remembering what the little nurse said, "Also...and, when I checked, he...he was already dead." The female nurse's face was pale and nervous looking at the police.The policeman laughed and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, what to say, we will find out."

"I...I'm not afraid, I, I'm just a little nervous." The female nurse twisted her clothes and said, "Well, okay, which ward is this old man in? Has the family been notified?" The policeman nodded slightly and asked again. "No...he has no family members. He is a patient in the fifth bed on the third floor, and he is an old painter." The policeman wrote it down and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation. We will look for you again if there is something to do."

"Wait, wait a minute." The female nurse shouted, "He, how did he die." The policeman looked up and said, "There are no witnesses, no signs of fighting, and the doctor identified him as having signs of illness, so we preliminarily deduce that he should have suffered from an illness." It fell." The female nurse listened to what the policeman said, nodded half-understood and followed the doctor away.

After Bai Yan finished the examination, he went to the third floor. He made an appointment with the teacher to visit him on the third floor after the examination, and let him see his paintings by the way.Bai Yan took the painting and came to the third floor full of joy, he pushed open the door of the ward, and there was no one on the fifth bed, he searched around strangely but couldn't find the old painter.

At this time, the person in the next bed said, "Did you come to look for the old painter on this bed?" "Well, yes, did you see him, I searched around but couldn't find him." Bai Yan nodded, stepped forward and asked. "Hey..." The patient in the next bed sighed and said, "Things are impermanent. The old painter went out last night and fell to his death in the stairwell. His family just packed away his things."

"You...you mean, the patient in this bed is dead?!" Bai Yan stared at the patient in the next bed with wide eyes in disbelief, and asked again, "This, how is this possible, he was fine yesterday Ah." The patient in the next bed shook his head and said, "Who wouldn't say it? They got through the difficulty, but they fell to their deaths. Poor, it's fate."

Bai Yan's face paled in an instant, he fell down on the bed, his teacher died? !How could it be, how could it be, they were still discussing how to draw well yesterday, and the old painter kindly praised him for his exceptionally good drawing, how could it be gone today, they must be lying to him.

The patient in the next bed couldn't believe it when he saw Bai Yan's face. He sighed slightly and said, "This man can't be brought back to life, young man, don't be too sad. The old painter certainly doesn't want to see you because of his past." It's not good." Bai Yan stared blankly at a corner of the ward, unable to listen to anything.

Seeing that Bai Yan couldn't listen to his words, the person in the next bed sighed and shook his head, and stopped talking.Bai Yan's eyes were dull, and the joy that was about to overflow in his eyes before was no longer there.He grabbed the painting, got up and walked out of the ward, he wanted to go back, he wanted to go back, he hadn't been here, the old painter was still alive, he heard it wrong, it must be so.

Bai Yan took the painting, ran out of the ward, and ran back to her own ward without looking back.He closed the door of the ward vigorously with a "bang". After the accident last time, Bai Jinmo moved him to a separate ward to prevent him from being stimulated again.After closing the door, Bai Yan stood there blankly, her hands trembling slightly.

Bai Yan hugged the painting tightly, his face full of pain, he couldn't believe it, he leaned his back against the door and squatted down slowly.The body leaning against the door trembled slightly, as if trying to hold back.The clear eyes that were supposed to be full of starlight were filled with tears at this moment, and finally the eye sockets couldn't hold the weight of tears, and they slid down the eye sockets one after another.

The teacher died, died, just died like this, how could it be like this, how could it be like this, obviously yesterday they were laughing and made an appointment to draw together today, obviously yesterday he was still lovingly supporting his head and praising his paintings The painting is good, as smart and spiritual as he is, which makes people nostalgic.

Bai Yan crouched by the door, whimpering, like a wounded little animal, with sharp thorns erected all over his body, full of vigilance against the outside world, as if anyone dared to touch him, he would die with that person.The sobbing of the little beast suppressed the sadness, and the soft sobbing made people feel extremely distressed.

Bai Yan, who was tired from crying, stood up slowly, his feet were numb from squatting for a long time, he didn't realize it, his beautiful sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and walked towards the bed.He slowly sat on the side of the bed, opened the drawer beside the bed, and gently took out a thick stack of drawing paper in the drawer. He took it out carefully for fear of breaking it.

He put the drawing paper on the bed, and stroked it gently with trembling hands. Some of these drawing papers were painted by old painters. He begged for a long time before the old painter agreed to give them to him.Some of them were drawn by the old painter who guided him, and every stroke was guided by the old painter. He taught him carefully as if he loved his grandson.

This one was drawn by the old painter when they were playing with the grandfather's little grandson who was in the bed next to the previous ward. The white face in the painting was smiling like a flower like Xiaochen, and their eyes were also full of stars.At that time, he was as happy as a child because of painting and company.

There is also this painting, which he painted by himself.When Bai Yan was still in the future and recalled when they painted this, the door of the ward was pushed open, and his memory was interrupted.