"Are you...Mr. Sun Zhengyang?"

Chen Qing frowned, as if he was not ready to wait for his response. Jiang Wan rushed up, pushed Chen Qing's hand away, glared at him, and began to check the other person's body functions.

But when she looked at the emaciated person, her face became increasingly bleak: "No... I can't do it anymore."

"What's wrong? You want to say that he only has one breath left now, right?" Chen Qing didn't look back, walked to the edge of the bed, and started tinkering with something.

She turned back and glared, but her tone seemed to be filled with surprise and confusion: "You know?!"

The source of that emotion was quite complex. She had never seen a person who could accept the death of a fellow human being so calmly, and who could announce the other person's death date so calmly.

He is too calm.

"Are you talking nonsense? Look at the values ​​on the instrument for yourself. His heart rate is almost lower than my sanity. How can he still be alive?"

Chen Qing bent over to check, but suddenly there was light in his eyes: "Those who long to be alive...weep all night long..."

He turned around and stared at the patient on the bed.

"But he is in a coma right now. Is he really in pain?"

Chen Qing thought about it, and he always felt that he had missed something.

"Is he one of the entities in this back room? Or is he still alive and a victim who was brought in?"

Before Chen Qing had time to think about it, the sound at the entrance interrupted his thoughts.

That sound was footsteps, and there was no mistaking it.

The owner of those honest footsteps should weigh more than 250 pounds and be not tall.

His expression suddenly changed, and Jiang Wan's reaction was quite quick, but just as she had spoken the first word, Chen Qing had already covered her mouth.

"Lift...uh...uh!"

Before she even had time to struggle, Chen Qing had already grabbed her body and rolled her under the bed.

Under those beds that stinked and dripped with black solution.

The calmness in the two people's hearts finally got out of control.

They saw the person coming, and they saw the creature that lowered its head and squeezed into the door.

That creature has extremely swollen limbs and a ball-like body, but can move normally.

It had no face, or it could be said that its face had been soaked. It walked to the bed, and the blood on its feet squeezed out by its weight spilled onto the floor.

It walked to the bed and grabbed Sun Zhengyang's arm with both hands. Then there was a click and the hand was torn off from the middle of the joint.

But he didn't scream.

He was still asleep.

It broke his knees, but he remained silent. It broke his spine, and he only breathed slightly.

It left, holding four bones in its hand that looked like toys but were only as long as its palm.

"No...that's not right." Chen Qing frowned, the information on the note seemed wrong.

"But it's impossible..." He muttered, and Jiang Wan was a little confused: "Why can't mistakes be made? Could it be that the person who wrote the note is a god?"

"He was able to get out based on the information on the note."

"Maybe he just thought he could get out? But he died after finishing writing?"

Chen Qing glanced at her, but did not continue to explain.

He shook his head, and the two of them returned to the bedside from under the bed.

But looking at the person on the bed, Chen Qing was in a daze.

"His limbs that were just broken... probably started from the joints."

Before he finished speaking, he saw it.

The blood flowing out of the corners of the man's eyes, the empty mouth of the man, the scars on the corners of his mouth that were torn but then regrown.

He heard a desperate cry like hell slowly coming from Sun Zhengyang's throat.

He understood that the pain caused by the original injury could be used to it, but the fear and pain caused by recovery; the pessimism and despair about the future.
Chapter completed!