How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Ahem, you can't actually blame me. I thought I wasn't capable enough to protect you at the critical moment, so I had to leave you in the car. Oh, how could you not believe me~"

"Yes, is that so?"

The not very smart magpie flew onto Wang Heng's shoulder, tilted his head and looked at Wang Heng, looking like he was not very smart...

"Of course!"

Wang Heng was very happy to see that the magpie was fooled so easily and continued:

"Look, I have only been a spirit master for less than a month. Qingyi is stupid and doesn't understand anything. I have been trapped in the hospital. How did I know that I would be so strong?"

"So when I saw the situation just now, I immediately got out of the car and faced the danger, and put you in what I thought was the safest place. Although it is also dangerous here, this is all I can do... .”

"Master is so kind to me!"

The little magpie had some doubts in her heart. Isn't it the best way to let herself fly in dangerous moments?

But it doesn't intend to say this. After all, the owner is not very smart. Pets just can't make their owners sad...

"Woooooo~"

"Dididididud~"

The sounds of police cars and ambulances could be heard in the distance.

The police and ambulance personnel finally arrived belatedly.

Most of the Wen family bodyguards who left early shortly after the incident were veterans.

Although they did not save people because they wanted to avoid being harassed by the Wen family in the future, or they did not save people out of selfish motives, they still helped if they could help by calling the emergency number and calling the police. At the worst, they could just find another service provider.

Wang Heng quickly closed the car door and quickly ran to the room where Fangyuan and his wife were.

He sat down on the ground. He was originally thinking about knocking himself out first, so that it would appear more real.

But since everyone in the Wen family knew that Wen Ling might be hurt tonight but still maintained acquiescence, they might have already started a party.

Therefore, the Wen family is not reliable. In order to keep it secret, there may be people from the Wen family or the Li family in the rescue team and even the police this time!

Wang Heng didn't dare to faint himself in an instant. He was really afraid of what would happen later!

Thinking that being alone was not enough to convince him, he planned to get another person to support him.

"Hey! Who is that, the driver?"

Wang Heng shouted to Ding Zhen at the top of his lungs, but found that Ding Zhen had no response.

"Ding Zhen, Master Ding! Here comes the work!"

"Ah...ah!?"

Ding Zhen opened his eyes suddenly and looked blankly at Wang Heng who was calling in front of him.

"What's the work?"

"I said uncle, are you still alive?"

"What did you say?"

Ding Zhen was a little depressed, but at first glance he had forgotten that Wang Heng was the boss.

He touched the wound on his abdomen.

"It's obviously bandaged, but why is it leaking blood?"

Ding Zhen put a simple bandage on the wound that had been loosened by the vines. After treating the wound casually, he quickly stumbled and crawled to Fangyuan and Wen Ling. He found that the wounds on their bodies were not that serious. When his breathing became stable, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked Wang Heng's wounds.

Seeing that Wang Heng only had superficial injuries, he felt relieved.

Pain hit his body. He clutched his lower abdomen and leaned against the wall to gasp for air. At that time, he was stabbed by a dagger.

Wang Heng looked at the conscientious man in front of him and lowered his head in shame.

If I had known, I would have wiped Ding Zhen's blood and bandaged his wounds, ugh~

Is there an opportunity to give him some compensation? How about waiting for him to die and give him a spirit?

As long as Wang Heng doesn't die, Ding Zhen can live forever... It's not necessarily that he can still be killed by other spirits... forget it.

"Woooooo~"

"Dididididud~"

The police car and ambulance finally arrived, and it was hard to drive so slowly.

"Da da da~"

Those were the footsteps of people getting off the car.

"Put out the fire quickly, put out the fire quickly!"

"Search for survivors, hurry up, seal off the scene, seal the scene, hey, what are you doing, newcomer~"

The scene was chaotic and busy.

Ding Zhen glanced at Wang Heng. For some reason, when he saw Wang Heng's handsome face, he didn't feel fond of him. Instead, he had an idea of ​​wanting to crush him... Why?

Moreover, Wang Heng's eyes seemed to be full of pity when he looked at him...or was it pity?

He didn't dare to think deeply about it, after all, he was a little confused about the orientation of this generation of young people.

"Can you call someone?"

Ding Zhen asked.

"?"

Wang Heng didn't understand what he meant.

"never mind."

Ding Zhen thought that Wang Heng didn't have the strength to call the police for help, so he had no choice but to take out a pendant from his chest with a steel whistle hanging on it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa~"

The whistle was surprisingly loud, which startled Wang Heng.

The magpie on Wang Heng's shoulder was also frightened and flew up in panic, landing on an old cabinet:

"Chirp! (You are sick!)"

The magpie wanted to bring justice to Ding Zhen, but after thinking about it, it gave up. It also saw the scene where Ding Zhen tried to protect his master, and it was normal for him to go crazy at this moment.

After all, there is no normal person around the master. Fortunately, he and Sister Qingyi are there, otherwise the master would have suffered many grievances and misunderstandings in this cold world...

"There's someone blowing the first aid whistle there, go and save people!"

The emergency doctor quickly lifted the stretcher and hurried toward the source of the sound.

The police took a step slower. At the insistence of the emergency personnel, they gave in when they saw that the injuries of the four people seemed serious.

"Where are the injured!"

"Here here! Come and save me!"

Wang Heng began to howl miserably, but he glanced at Ding Zhen, who was silent beside him, and added:

"He is more seriously injured. Doctors, nurses and sisters, please come and save him first!"

......

Han First People's Hospital.

Four people were lying on the same bed...in the same ward.

The ward was large and luxurious. The beds for four people were separated by curtains. Only Fangyuan and Wen Ling could see each other. At first glance, it looked like the kind of ward that only appeared in novels.

This was the result of intense efforts by Wang Heng, Fangyuan and Wen Ling.

As for Ding Zhen, he almost forgot what happened before and after, but seeing that the three of them were so insistent, even a young driver like him couldn't refuse.

The reason why the three of them strongly requested to stay in the same ward was because they were afraid.

Just fear.

It's the morning of another day. Since Wen Ling's accident, there hasn't even been a call from home.

She didn't believe that if something happened to her, the police would not notify her family immediately.

Thinking about it carefully, she probably knew that what Li Heng told her at that time was true.

The reason why the family didn't come was also very clear. They didn't know how to face her, they just felt guilty.

Since there is guilt, it must be resolved. This kind of guilt is almost directly causing death. If you don't kill the person involved, you can't feel at ease.

There might be people from the Wen family on the police side, there might be people on the doctor side from the Wen family, and there might also be someone from the Li family who just lost their second young master, so they even refused the drip.

Fangyuan and Wen Ling woke up when they were in the ambulance. Wang Heng kept an eye on the ambulance crew the whole time, for fear that someone from the Wen family might be mixed in.

Ding Zhen's wounds were treated by Fangyuan. He had learned a lot of things in college. Although they were all based on the operation of gross teachers or models, they were still of some use...

[Author's digression]: Everyone, go to bed early~