Chapter 974 Leave (1)

Hospital, an extremely cold place.

Here, you can see all kinds of life, see all people's joys and sorrows, and life and death.

This is a place that no one wants to come to, but it is also a place where people squeeze in desperately in order to survive.

Here, everything is cold white.

White hospital beds, white walls, white doctors, and the white diagnosis and treatment sheet symbolizing vital signs.

There are cold colors everywhere, making people unable to find a trace of warmth.

People in the intensive care unit are either trembling, unconscious, or howling in pain, and others are desperately trying to survive.

Here, the white walls seem to be able to isolate people from the colorful outside world, no matter how difficult it is to touch.

The words of survival filled my mind, supporting my body, making it barely survive in the drops of cold medicine.

Pain and despair, as well as the warmth and desolation of human feelings, will be fully revealed in front of serious illness.

No one knows what will happen in the next second, and no one knows how long they can survive.

Those fresh lives are struggling tenaciously, and finally will become lifeless words on the book, disappearing into the world and turning into dust.

And this is all that the **** of death is responsible for.

Reaper, the messenger of life who controls the life of one side of the world, wears black clothes all the year round, holds the book of life and death in his hand, and is responsible for leading one after another of the undead to leave this world, so that they can be reincarnated.

Reaper has a lot of work to do, but it's all the same.

Check the book of life and death, go to the place where the dying person is, wait for his life to die to the last moment, and then take the dead soul away.

Cold and ruthless, he doesn't care about the crying and reluctance of life and death.

The hospital, as a place where people die every day, is naturally a place where the **** of death often visits.

Over and over again, taking the dead one by one.

The **** of death can calmly watch the joys and sorrows in the hospital, and the book of life and death in his hand is still showing people who are about to die.

This is the work of the Grim Reaper, endless and already numb.

"Ah, Mom, isn't the Grim Reaper very pitiful?"

The thin and frail little girl was lying on a white hospital bed, half of her face curled up, and she asked curiously.

Her mother touched her little head affectionately and said, "How can the **** of death be pitiful? The **** of death won't die, how wonderful it is."

The little girl's round eyes like a deer seemed to think it was the same reason, so she said with some fear, "Will the **** of death take me away too?"

"If you take me away, will I not be able to go home?"

She was nervous.

Mother froze for a moment, turned her face away.

Seems to have thought of something, tears gradually welled up in the corners of her eyes, "No, it won't."

"Our Xiao Sui family will be safe every year, and death will not take you away!"

"The **** of death will only take away those disobedient children. Our Xiao Sui is so obedient, so the **** of death will not come."

"Really?" The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and patted herself cutely, "I don't want to go with death either."

"I want to be with my mother, I don't want to be separated from my mother!"

Mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes indiscriminately, hummed, and seemed to be holding back her sadness. .

(end of this chapter)