Whether it is a painting or a sketchbook, each one is wrapped in white silk cloth. Before Qin Mu and others took them out completely, no one knew what the thing looked like.

The first thing Qin Mu looked at was the paintings that had been scattered.

It looked about three or four pictures. As soon as I opened the bag of silk cloth, the first one caught my eye was an old man with glasses lying on the hospital bed. It was drawn in the style of a comic. The perspective was seen from above the old man. The first thing I saw was the old man's frown.

Tubes were inserted in most parts of his body, and green tendons and blood vessels could be seen in his pale skin. He was extremely old and looked like he could disappear at any time.

There were some potion bottles for needle hanging and various precision instruments around him. The numbers displayed on the instruments were no longer visible. The picture highlighted the old man and the black shadow standing next to the old man.

This shadow only occupies a small corner of the entire picture, but the shadow reflected from the black thing occupies a large part of the entire picture.

Qin Mu took a look, frowned, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He murmured: "Isn't this Xuehan?"

"Let me see?" Jingqiu quickly put down the sketchbook in her hand and snatched the painting from Qin Mu's hand. She was stunned for a moment, and tears burst out from her eyes: "This...yes..."

"Is this Xue Han?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "Snow Han is so old?"

Jingqiu was unmoved, as if she hadn't heard Qin Mu's words at all.

Instead, the monk said to Qin Mu with a speechless look on his face: "There is Jingqiu so big, Xuehan is naturally quite old."

"I just think that rich families should not take good care of them?" Qin Mu couldn't help but mutter, and then took out the other paintings from the silk cloth.

"He was not like this before, but since he got sick, he has become..." Jingqiu said to himself, but he stopped halfway through his speech, scrambling to seize other paintings from Qin Mu's hands, and then spread them all on the ground.

When all the paintings were taken out, Qin Mu felt that it seemed like a comic.

If there is any creative career in the world that is more tiring than writing novels, then it must be a cartoonist, because not only do you have to make up the plot, but you also have to draw comics.

When these paintings were placed on the ground, Qin Mu couldn't tell the order at all, but he probably had an understanding in his heart.

At first I didn't know whether it was in the middle or at the beginning, but there was one, Xuehan fell directly to the ground, his head was cut open, the middle part of his head was empty, the ground was covered with blood and white **, a black shadow stood beside, and his whole body was covered in black, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but the only thing that could be seen clearly was his smile.

The smile was placed directly on a black piece, as if only the man's mouth could be seen on this painting.

"What's the situation?" Qin Mu looked at it for a long time, stunned for a while, and heard him say, "Is this the future of Xuehan?"

"Shut up!" Jingqiu looked at the picture with an incredible look on her face: "Impossible...Impossible...How could it be..."

As Jingqiu said this, she struggled to stand up from the ground and ran outwards.

Perhaps it was because he was too impatient or the floor in this place was too smooth, Jingqiu struggled in place for a few times but did not stand up smoothly. Instead, she almost fell to the ground because of the high heels on her feet.

Jingqiu kicked off the high heels on her feet without stopping, and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

Qin Mu picked up the remaining sketchbook on the ground, took the monk and ran towards Jingqiu. While running, the monk did not forget to hold the high heels that Jingqiu had thrown in his hand.

Jingqiu was so impatient and so anxious, so he naturally planned to go to the hospital. If Xuehan's paintings were all real, then it was very likely that Xuehan already knew everything, but he put all the paintings about himself in the safe, probably because he was afraid that Jingqiu would be worried.

Qin Mu and monk followed closely behind. Jingqiu was already in a state of concern and chaos. She didn't even run. After taking off her shoes, she ran over like this. Before she arrived at the hospital, she probably had already been attacked by someone else. Xuehan was an important part of seizing Terra. If this person died, it would be troublesome.

Obviously, Terra is determined to win Xuehan.

The last car accident did not kill Xue Han, and this time, he will definitely take action again. Moreover, with Xue Han's current state, it is too easy to kill him.

Qin Mu and the monk quickly caught up with Jingqiu's footsteps. Jingqiu ran out in a hurry. During the running, she had no shoes and stumbled. When she just walked out of the villa gate, she fell to the ground because of a trip.

Her feet seemed to have sprained, and she fell hard when she fell. A large piece of skin was wiped off from the ankle. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not stand up from the ground. It seemed that she had already decided that she could not save Xue Han, so Jingqiu lay on the ground and cried.

"Why are you crying?" Qin Mu, who arrived behind, roared directly at Jingqiu. The sound seemed particularly thorny in the empty villa area. Jingqiu was stunned and stopped crying. Qin Mu snatched the high heels from the monk's hand and winked at the monk.

With Jingqiu's surprised expression on his face, the monk directly carried Jingqiu on his shoulder.

Qin Mu grabbed the sketchbook and high heels and closed the villa door heavily. When they came out, they didn't even lock the basement. However, with the twists and turns in the villa, it was probably rare for ordinary thieves to go around it.

The most important thing now is Xue Han, which is that other things have been stolen, and nothing else is.

Monk Qin Mutong rushed out of the villa area quickly. With the help of the security guard at the door, he got a taxi and ran several red lights in a row. Finally, he stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

The hospital where Xuehan lives is the best hospital in the entire Xa City. This hospital is more magnificent than Ningcheng. The entire hospital has a tall and beautiful building, and even the glass outside is meticulously clean and spotless.

However, at this time, there was no time to see how beautiful this hospital was. The monk carried Jingqiu on his body, while Jingqiu directed the monk to rush around the crowd, and Qin Mu followed closely behind.

Xuehan's ward is on the top floor of the inpatient department. It is an independent small room, belonging to a special ward. In the entire hospital, there are only a few such good wards.

There are many people in the hospital and many elevators, but there are really not many people who can wait for the elevator and get in smoothly. There are twelve elevator entrances in total. All elevators are crowded as soon as they open. The hospital's medical skills are famous all over the country. There are many patients coming to consult every day, and each elevator is crowded and suffocating.

The monk rushed towards the stairs with Jingqiu directly, while Qin Mu hurriedly followed behind.
Chapter completed!