Chapter 13

  When Yu Yu opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed.

  The morning sunlight dispelled the remaining gloom of night, and flowers and leaves emitted a refreshing fragrance. The wind was like a faint breath.

  Was it a dream last night? She didn't dare to confirm. Just as she was wondering, the nurse on duty pushed open the door and came in, asking some questions as usual while taking notes. Suddenly, Youyou raised her head and asked her: "Sister nurse, what happened in the ward next door yesterday? What about Li girl before?"

  The nurse smiled and only answered the second half of the question: "Miss Li is on leave. She needs a rest."

  It seems that I was scared by yesterday's events. Youyou thought to himself and asked, "Will those black-clad bodyguards come again today?"

  The nurse replied casually: "No one will come anymore. Because everyone has already... Ah, did you sleep well last night? No one should disturb you again."

  "Yes."

  "Huh?" The nurse stopped writing and looked up in apparent incredulity. "Really?" she asked doubtfully.

  "I don't know if it's true or not." Youyou scratched her head in embarrassment, although she still couldn't tell whether what she saw last night was a dream or reality. She said: "I heard Fang Yanni singing Cantonese opera in the corridor last night."

  The nurse's pen slipped from her hand, a look of panic flashed across her face, which was pale except for the faint rouge color on both cheeks. "You saw Fang Yanni? This can't be."

  "How can it be impossible?" Youyou asked back.

  The nurse bent down to pick up the pen, then wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She looked at Youyou with a somewhat strange expression and said: "It's not impossible... but if you really saw it, that's not a good thing. You know, there are many unclean things in the hospital."

  "Huh?"

  Youyou was a bit bewildered by the nurse's words, but the nurse didn't explain any further and turned to walk out of the door. What was strange was that Youyou discovered she hadn't headed towards the VIP ward next door. Wasn't she supposed to be taking care of Fang Yamei's ward?

  At this time, the mobile phone on the pillow rang urgently.

  "It's Du Jiajun's voice: 'Hey! Quickly turn on the TV and watch the morning news.'"

  "What's the point of watching news so early? I don't even have a TV here."

  "Isn't it in the entrance hall? Hurry up and go downstairs to take a look."

  "What's the hurry?"

  "Haha, you'll know when you see it."

  Du Jiajun walked out of the ward with a bewildered expression, went downstairs, and found a large group of patients gathered in front of the TV in the lobby, discussing something and occasionally sighing with regret.

  "It's such a pity that someone so young has passed away."

  "This year's awards ceremony is probably going to be dull..."

  As she walked by, her footsteps suddenly became heavy, and the inexplicable depression made her body absorb water like a sponge. The noisy voices flowed in the air, stirring together, emitting a stench like a sewer. As she approached gradually, she saw from the gaps between the swaying heads that there was a reporter on the TV screen broadcasting news.

  Female artist Fang Yanmei died by suicide at a certain hospital yesterday, aged 39.

  She was stunned. Time seemed to slow down a million times, the figures in her line of sight and the sounds around her ears became blurred, then sharp, her eardrums swelling like balloons at an incredible speed. She covered her ears and quickly walked back.

  When she returned to her ward, she found that her cheeks were wet, and she didn't know whether it was because of fear or sadness that she had shed tears.

  The tear line hanging on his face suddenly trembled and broke off.

  She then heard that eerie voice coming from the next room again.

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