After Yuan Yincheng finished speaking, he fell asleep. But his eyes were swollen and closed, but his deep eyes turned quickly, and his face showed fear and despair from time to time, looking particularly ferocious.

Zhang Xiaoluo sat beside the bed, slowly retracted the hand holding Yuan Yincheng's wrist, looked up at the hostility in the room that had been together for a long time, stood up gently, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the tightly closed window.

The sunlight outside came in and shone on Yuan Yincheng's body. A faint black smoke radiated from his body and floated out along the open window.

It was not until Yuan Yincheng's face finally calmed down that Zhang Xiaoluo stood up, walked out of the door, and walked downstairs.

When he went down to the first floor, Yuan Yincheng's wife, the woman who opened the door for him, had changed into a brown windbreaker and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, lowering her head and silent.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoluo go downstairs, she quickly walked upstairs. After a long time, she came down from the second floor again and bent down to Zhang Xiaoluo and bowed.

"Old Yuan hasn't slept so soundly for a long time. No matter what, I want to thank you..."

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at her and suddenly asked.

"Director Yuan has always liked to pull up the curtains and rest?"

The woman was slightly stunned, as if she had hesitated for a long time before she spoke softly.

"No, he didn't know what happened to him these days. Maybe this medical accident has hit him too hard. He... Sometimes he tried hard to open the curtains, but suddenly he got angry and pulled all the curtains tightly! He went over and over again..."

When Zhang Xiaoluo walked out of Yuan Yincheng's house, Yuan Yincheng's wife also walked out, holding a thick lesson plan in her hand.

"You are...you are not taking care of Director Yuan at home?"

Zhang Xiaoluo was a little surprised. With Yuan Yincheng's situation, how could she feel assured that he would stay at home alone?

The woman showed an awkward look on her face and hesitated for a long time.

"Old Yuan has been suspended from work. If I miss classes again..."

Looking at the figure of the woman rushing to the teaching building of the Medical University, Zhang Xiaoluo curled his lips and turned toward the school gate.

That night, the black painted wooden door in Qingshi Lane was still closed, and Liu Qiaoqiao still did not come to Qingshi Lane. Zhang Xiaoluo sat alone in the house. The swaying candlelight illuminated half of his face, while the other half was shrouded in thick darkness.

"According to Yuan Yincheng's story, there should be a ghost in his body in the operating room that night. But Yuan Yincheng has been practicing medicine for many years and has a very strong evil spirit. Ordinary ghosts dare not approach him! Could it be that the mysterious man wearing a high hat..."

"If it were the mysterious man who got into his body, Liu Qiaoqiao saw this man enter the operating room after I left the operating room. Before I left the operating room, Yuan Yincheng had hallucinations. What was the one that made him hallucinate? I didn't notice it at that time..."

"According to the ancient Taoist books I have read these days, the old woman in Nati's iron bucket should be Luo Yinpo, Luo Yinpo Simingzhi. Was it purely accidental to appear at that time, or was there another cause and effect?"

Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head and thought. He felt that things seemed to be getting more and more complicated, and he had faintly left the scope he could control. This clueless and helpless feeling made Zhang Daren extremely unhappy.

"Sister Qiaoqiao has not come to seek the talisman yet. Could there be any accident? But based on her own observation that day, she shouldn't have the worries of life and death so soon! Instead, it's Yuan Yincheng..."

When Zhang Xiaoluo thought of this, he suddenly felt something that he ignored flashed through his mind. He hurriedly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, completely eliminated all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and recalled every detail again.

"wrong!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly opened his eyes and narrowed into a slit.

"According to Yuan Yincheng's story, the other party does not seem to be in a hurry to kill him, but... is playing with him! Let him experience the guilt of killing and the feeling of being ruined! This is also the reason why Yuan Yincheng is obviously angry and has nightmares but is still weak and immortal!"

Zhang Xiaoluo was a little worried, worried about Yuan Yincheng's wife who had only met once.

Looking at the endless darkness outside, Lord Zhang finally remembered that if there was a mobile phone, it might have been much better.

Zhang Xiaoluo was not in a hurry to the hospital. The first thing he did after getting up was to rush to the mobile phone store in J City not far from the Affiliated Hospital. With his likable skin and a 3-inch tongue, the female store owner, who was bulging and squinting, made her furious and charming, and finally bought a relatively satisfactory mobile phone at the cost of half a month's salary.

Like a big rooster who was fighting, Zhang Xiaoluo took his cell phone and walked out of the mobile phone store with his relatives unrecognizable steps. He was still thinking about the black stockings on the female store's legs that made him dizzy.

"If Director Zhi also wears a pair, tsk..."

It was not until around 10 a.m. that Zhang Xiaoluo walked into the obstetrician and gynecologist locker room with leisurely steps. He originally planned to go to Yuan Yincheng's house again early in the morning, but when he thought about whether he could enter the door, no matter how he spoke. Tell Yuan Yincheng's wife directly and told her to be careful, there might be ghosts looking for her? Zhang Xiaoluo was not so stupid that he was so brainless.

Some things are not allowed to be on the table, and doing them rashly can only make things worse. He may take the initiative when Liu Qiaoqiao is in danger, but he does not want to remind Yuan Yincheng's family. Perhaps Zhang Xiaoluo himself did not realize that Zhang Daren is extremely protective of his shortcomings. If he harms others, he can turn a blind eye to his friends. He will beat you up so much that he won't eat you!

After changing his clothes, Zhang Xiaoluo walked towards the nurse station as usual. Here he could have a little ambiguous relationship with several young nurses, and also heard the latest gossip news from the department and even the entire hospital.

But today's nurse station seemed a little abnormal. The little girls and pretty wives who usually chattered were busy all bowing their heads. Even Wang Qi, who usually made fun of teasing Zhang Xiaoluo, didn't look at him.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Could it be that I peeked at her changing clothes a few days ago and she found out? No!"

Zhang Xiaoluo glanced at Wang Qi's gloomy face, muttered, and turned around to the ward. He had not yet taken the habit of taking the initiative to get up and get into trouble.

"Doctor Zhang, come here!"

Zhi Fei's voice came from the direction of the director's office, and Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but stop.

He turned around and happened to see the curtains being pulled open with one hand through the window, looking at his director of Obstetrics and Gynecology from the thin cracks in the curtains.

Zhang Xiaoluo instantly lowered his head, lowered his head, and moved to the director's office step by step. Of course, he did not forget to knock on the door before entering the door.

"Did you go to Yuan Yincheng's house yesterday?"

Zhi Fei sat behind the desk, looking at Zhang Xiaoluo, who was leaning against the door and his head was drooping, and asked softly, with a little sadness in his words.

"Uh-huh!"

Although Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head, he still smelled a strange smell from Zhi Fei's words. He raised his head and looked at Zhi Fei, and his eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

"What happened to Director Yuan?"

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Zhi Fei, but kept thinking in his heart.

"No! The other party wants to kill Yuan Yincheng, so he has already killed him. There is no need to wait until now. Could it be that my guess is wrong..."

Zhi Fei, who always showed her appearance as a female tyrant, sighed deeply, leaned back on the back of the chair, and the scenery on her chest made Zhang Xiaoluo's blood surge.

"Yuan Yincheng is fine... Meng Jing committed suicide!"

"Meng Jing? Yuan Yincheng's wife? Suicide? How is it possible!"
Chapter completed!