I was admitted to Tsinghua University after completing the Underworld KPI.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, the hospital gathers almost all the states in the world, where there are new births every day, and likewise, there are deaths every day.

Before coming here, Qi Feixing had a very good idea. He went directly to the intensive care unit, squatted outside, and took the person away when he died. Once the gate of hell was opened, it only took a few minutes.

But the reality told him that it was not that simple.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Qi Feixing was very lucky. He happened to bump into two deceased souls, and they were chatting with each other while wearing hospital gowns.

They were two elderly people. Their appearance looked very old, about ten years old. At the moment, the two old people were sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, with smiles on their faces, and they did not speak like People admitted to the ward.

"Old Huang, I ate two bowls of rice today, my old lady saw it, she was very happy, hahaha."

"Hey, I saw it. You don't know. Just when you were buried in the soup, I saw your wife secretly wiping tears. Don't be too happy."

Lao Huang smiled and said: "I really envy you, I have not had an appetite for so many days, and I can't eat much. I heard that the things that the little nurse hangs for me every day are very expensive...It is not easy for my little Huang to make money , It’s really hard for him.”

The old man in the next bed persuaded: "Don't be stubborn, eat as much as you can. When Xiao Huang came home in the afternoon, I saw that his eyes were tired. It must be because he was worried about you so much that he couldn't sleep at night... Xiao Huang is filial, eat more Two mouths should make people happy."

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The two chatted and laughed, and even the sickness on their faces seemed to disappear. They sat by the bed, looking happy and calm, like old friends resting in a teahouse in the afternoon, as if the years were quiet at this moment.

If one ignores the two bodies lying on the bed behind them, no one would have guessed that this scene was in a hospital.

The two old men lying on the bed were all wrinkled, their eyes were closed, and their expressions were not peaceful.

They had already stopped breathing. Judging from the expression of death, they should have passed away in their sleep, but the dream should not have been easy.

After death, the soul leaves the body, and the dead soul is still stuck in the past for a while, and does not realize that he has died.

Qi Feixing took a closer look and saw their medical records on the card beside the bed. Huang Quanxian on the left died of bone cancer at the age of 76, and Zhang Xiaolin on the right died of lung cancer at the age of 73.

They are all only in their seventies, but they are getting thinner and thinner under the torture of illness.

At this time, Huang Quan was still happy: "Old Zhang, I don't think my bones hurt so much today. When my son comes to watch the night, I have to tell him the good news."

Zhang Xiaolin laughed and said: "It's a good thing, if it doesn't hurt, maybe it's better. I also feel much more comfortable today. I'll tell the old lady later to make her happy."

They were chatting about their illness, and thinking about the future, they also mentioned their little grandson, thinking that when the little grandson gets married again, they will be able to see the little great-grandson.

Qi Feixing stood there for a long time, watching them turn a blind eye to his body, as if they were still alive, their souls and faces were as fresh as yesterday.

But the person on the hospital bed had already stopped breathing.

For a moment he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"My lord, someone is here." Xiao Ba reminded.

Then there were eager footsteps outside the ward, and then the door opened, and doctors and nurses rushed in.

The movement of the doctor and nurse finally alarmed the two old people who were chatting. Zhang Xiaolin saw the nurse who changed the infusion equipment for him on weekdays, and greeted him with a smile: "Nurse Xiao Wang, I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour."

Huang Quan raised his hand first, revealing several pinholes and bruises on his arm, and said, "Nurse, my hand hurts too much from the transfusion these two days, please show me what's going on."

But living people cannot see the soul. Nurses and doctors are busy, checking the respiratory testing equipment, and finally confirming that the patient has no vital signs.

Their hands and parts of their bodies directly penetrated Huang Quan's outstretched hand, and the old man was taken aback for a moment: "This, this, this..."

The two old men were stunned, looking at the scene in front of them at a loss.

"Confirm the death and contact the family."

The doctor said.

die?What death?

Until this moment, these two words entered the ears, and those details that were deliberately forgotten and ignored were slowly recalled.

They saw that what lay behind them was themselves.

"...I'm dead." Zhang Xiaolin sighed suddenly.

For some reason, Huang Quanxian's eyes suddenly turned red as he watched the nurse bring a white cloth from outside and approach her gradually.

"When my son left in the afternoon, he also said that he was going to buy me the Feng's biscuits I wanted to eat... I don't know if he bought it or not."

"I really want to take another bite."

Zhang Xiaolin wiped his eye sockets with his hand, and said, "I haven't had the soup made by my wife yet, but I suddenly want to drink it..."

It's not like I want to eat, I obviously want to see the son who buys sesame cakes, and the wife who makes soup.

In the corner of the ward, Qi Feixing wiped his eye sockets hard, and the strong man burst into tears.

"Hey, it's so hard to catch ghosts." He didn't want to take them away at this time.

Qi Feixing said: "Wait a little longer."

Although he didn't know what to wait for, Xiao Ba was still very obedient, and nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

After the nurse made the phone call, her calm tone was different. The relatives over there were in a panic when they heard it. Ten minutes later, the two families gathered in the ward.

It was too late, and it was the hospital again. When they cried, they could only suppress their voices, for fear of disturbing others.

Among them, a middle-aged man ran over staggeringly, holding the sesame seed cakes that he knocked on the door overnight in his hand. The sesame seed cakes should have been sold during the day and had already cooled down.

He put the biscuits in the hands of the old man on the bed, and said, "Dad, I bought some biscuits for you."

Huang Quan stood at the head of the bed first, bent slightly and touched his head, and said with a smile, "This sesame seed cake smells really good."

After a while, an old lady came late, Qi Feixing blocked her way, and stepped aside when the other party came in.

He saw that the old lady was holding a thermos bucket in her hand, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and she staggered to the hospital bed.

As if she didn't know that her wife on the bed had passed away, she put the thermos away under the watchful eyes of everyone, took out a bowl and poured soup out.

The soup tasted very fragrant, bright in color and thick, it was scooped into the spoon and fed to Zhang Xiaolin's mouth.

No one stopped her, including her daughter and son-in-law.

The soup flowed down the corner of the old man's mouth, and the old lady blamed: "You can still eat half a bowl of rice during the day, why can't you drink soup at night?"

Tears wet his eyes, Zhang Xiaolin bowed his head and gave his wife a hug from the air.

"Don't worry, I won't drink that Mengpo soup. I will wait for you, wait a little longer, and we will be husband and wife again in the next life."

The time has come, the two old people who both died on the bed have been covered with a white cloth, the two families in the ward were crying uncontrollably, Qi Feixing walked over at this time.

"It's time to go to Huangquan Road."

As soon as he made a sound, the two dead souls beside him turned their heads.

Huang Quan was stunned for a moment: "Are you Heiwuchang from Hell?"

Black clothes, a tall hat, holding a soul-hunting rope in his hand, and a mourning stick in his arm. This is what has been passed down from the underworld.

Qi Feixing nodded: "I am the ghost messenger of the underworld. The two of you have already passed your lifespan, and your relatives have already seen each other. The obsession is gone. It's time to go to the underworld."

Although both died of illness, the two dead souls were not deeply obsessed. Now that they realized their own death, they were very calm.

"Then trouble you."

The dark gate of ghosts opened in front of him, and the stranger in front of the hospital bed was crying on the bed, while the ghosts on the other side looked at the gate of ghosts that seemed to separate the two worlds, silent and sad.

Not knowing what to say, Qi Feixing finally could only speak: "Death is like a lamp going out."

Looking at his wife who was silently drinking the soup alone, Zhang Xiaolin asked: "My lord, can I skip Pom Meng's soup?"

Qi Feixing didn't speak.

That is impossible.

Zhang Xiaolin sighed: "Then I will wait a little longer at the bridge of Naihe, the old woman is too timid to walk alone at night."

"Let's go." Qi Feixing said.

Looking at the living relatives one last time, the two dead souls finally stepped into the gate of hell.

The door closed suddenly, and the KPI increase notification sounded. Qi Feixing was not in the mood to watch it, so he said to Xiaoba: "Let's go, go and have a look elsewhere."

Birth, old age, sickness and death, and death in the hospital are always associated with illness, and death due to illness is more hostile here.

There are quite a few ghosts wandering in the corridor, most of these are ghosts who have become earth-bound spirits by chance, or ghosts who have taken the certificate of the underworld and lived legally.

Gui Tian was afraid of ghost messengers, and when he saw Qi Feixing approaching from a distance, he was timid, and threw away the poker cards he was still playing, and sneaked into the wall to hide.

"The density of ghosts here is really too great." Xiao Ba sighed, "It would be great if they were all wild ghosts. After catching them, they would be in the top ten of the monthly list."

That's more ghosts than the number of doctors and nurses, Xiao Ba's eyes are almost red when he looks at it.

Qi Feixing thought for a while, then rubbed his chin: "That being said, we can look for that kind of abandoned hospital in the future, there should be a lot of wild ghosts inside."

Walking through several wards in a row, Qi Feixing also saw a pregnant woman who had just given birth rolled out of the operating room over there. The baby was crying very loudly, and a group of people gathered around the bed to listen to the doctor's instructions.

On the hospital bed, the wife had just given birth, her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely from exhaustion, so the husband wiped her forehead with a wet towel.

Passing by here, Qi Feixing was about to go further when he heard a young boy's voice behind him.

"Are you black impermanence?"

He turned his head and saw that it was a young man in a hospital gown.

Anyone who can see him, apart from having spiritual roots, is either a dead person or a dying person.

Qi Feixing saw the three fires on the young man's body, only the fire above his head remained unextinguished, but there were only a few sparks left. He also saw that his feet were half an inch off the ground, walking in the air, so he understood.

—This is the living soul of a dying man.

The author has something to say:

My tear point is low, and I cry first as a respect.

Woohoo, I overestimated myself, and I will continue to write another update, everyone, let’s get up and read it tomorrow morning.

Good night!

感谢在2022-08-0312:16:00~2022-08-0323:10:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Lin Wuyu one;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Liannan Carrier, 1 Taobao;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles for a child; 20 bottles of what you said; 1231233 bottles; Xinruzhishui, Zhizhi, trying to green all the attacks, _(·ω·」∠)_1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!