I hugged my legs and burped in your stomach, waiting for myself to grow bigger and come out of your body, but why don’t you want me? Those people used cold things to tear me into a whole year. You killed me, so don’t blame me for killing you too!

My father originally thought he wanted to see some scenes that made him mentally collapse, but nothing came out except some dust. He did not continue to worry about this strange place and turned into his mother's room. My mother still maintained her previous posture, but the food my father had placed next to the hospital bed had become completely clean. Seeing that his wife had finished the meal, my father felt much more relieved. He carefully placed me next to my mother, turned around and walked into the toilet in the ward to urinate.

After a while, I heard the voices of several people coming from outside the door:

"Oh, why did this door open? Could it be..."

"What are you thinking? How many ghosts are there? How long has this door been repaired? It's probably because the lock is broken. I quickly told the dean and asked him to find someone to get the door done. It's so scary when it's open."

My father thought it was because of the door lock, so the dean would come to find someone to repair the door so that he would feel better.

However, after a while, my father did not hear the sound of the locksmith. Instead, he heard a man tiptoe into the morgue, and then a creaking sound from the door of the morgue was closed.

Thinking of this, my father couldn't help but tremble all over. Someone was going to such a place quickly. Moreover, a smell of incense came from outside the door to the ward. When my father smelled this smell, he understood that someone should have gone to the ward to burn paper. He probably was afraid that the door would open and something dirty came out of the inside, so he ran inside to worship. My father wanted to know who was entering, so he stamped his feet and plucked his courage to walk to the door of the morgue.

But the scene inside made my father even more suspicious: the hospital director was kneeling on the ground and throwing paper ingots into a brazier in front of him, and was muttering something.

Don’t the doctors in this hospital believe in science and do not advocate any ghosts and theology? Why is the director of this hospital still burning ingots in this morgue? Some young nurse said that there was only one female corpse in this morgue. The dean was going to worship this woman, but why did the dean who advocated science come to worship? The dean stood up and seemed to be leaving. The father quickly turned around and returned to the ward.

As a result, an even more thrilling scene appeared!

At this time, my mother was trying to strangle me to death in a very strange posture!

She stepped on the bed with her feet, her hands tightly strangled my neck, and the bracket on her body had long been thrown to the ground. The moment she looked up, her white pupils revealed, which made my father take a breath.

Seeing this scene, my father rushed up and pushed my mother away and pressed her on the bed. I was pinched beside me and was about to die. I was dying.

But the mother's strength suddenly became very strong, not like a woman who had just given birth and was seriously injured. The father tried his best to force her to press her on the bed. The father felt that he was about to lose energy, so he shouted outside:

"Doctor, doctor, come and help!"

Several doctors and nurses who heard the sound were frightened by the scene in the ward, but their father asked them to send me for rescue first. He and another male doctor pressed their mother on the bed, tied her hands and feet with a rope before letting go and sitting on the ground to rest for a while.

The doctor was also scared:

"This...what the hell is going on."

My father didn't care about it either. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The doctor didn't have the energy to stop it:

"How the hell do I know what's going on?"

At this time, a familiar figure came from outside the door, and a blind man with a cane and funny round sunglasses walked into the ward. The father was so familiar to him. This was the master in his mother's mouth.

At this time, maybe this old genius in the world would be needed to solve the problem. My father continued to smoke and didn't care what the blind man was doing. He just watched him press his hand on his mother's forehead:

"Okay, okay, kid, come out. This person has no grudges and no grudges with you. If you continue like this, there will be no good results. Look at who the person you just pinched. Do you think you will have good results if you do this? It's because I'm late, but now I'm here, follow me and nothing will happen."

After the blind man said these words, his mother, who was originally restless, became quiet, and her face began to turn rosy, and her white pupils also closed her eyes.

The father and the doctor stood up in surprise and looked at the slowly calming mother. A strange feeling arose. Could this blind man be really a powerful master? The two old men finally subdued the blind man who looked like his hands covered his abdominal muscles and was suddenly at a loss.

After his mother calmed down, the blind man slowly left the ward with a cane. His father looked at his mother who was sweating on the bed, feeling indescribable. He covered his mother with a quilt and immediately turned around and grabbed the doctor and shouted:

"Tell me the fuck, what's going on in this morgue!"

The doctor suddenly collapsed on the ground and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it:

"I remember that at that time, I had just arrived at this hospital. I just graduated from medical university and ran to this small township hospital to be an intern. To be honest, I really didn't want to stay in this place, but our family had no way and no money, so I had to compromise and stay here for a while, and waited for the time being to be a doctor when I was transferred to another major hospital. But something happened to me. At that time, I was a pregnant woman who was waiting for delivery. When I came to our hospital, I came alone, and there was no family member to accompany me. When she just walked into the hospital, she fell to the ground, but I helped her up and sent her to the ward.

The pregnant woman was very young and in poor health. Although her belly was very big, the probability of the child being born was still not high. At that time, many doctors and I told her, but she still had to insist on giving birth to the child. At that time, all the doctors were moved by her insistence. We all saved money to buy supplements for her and collected enough surgery fees.

We watched her body improve bit by bit, and the day for giving birth finally came. To be honest, even if she was in good health, the situation was still not optimistic at that time.

I could tell that she worked very hard and we encouraged her for a long time, but the child died just a few hours after he was born.

After she was pushed out of the ward, her spirits began to become abnormal the next day. She was like crazy and looking for children in the entire hospital. Many doctors had already begun to oppose keeping her in the hospital to spend money, but the director still insisted on keeping her in the hospital to take care of her.

In fact, the dean is a very good person. He always paid for the woman out of his own pocket until one night.

I still remember that night I was on duty. It was raining heavily outside and the thunder was loud. I checked every room as usual. There were not many patients at that time, and her ward was in the current morgue.

When I found her ward, I saw her lying on the hospital bed, her eyes wide open and she looked at the ceiling, and she didn't move. I touched her neck without any pulse!

In this way, no reason was found, and he died suddenly. We originally wanted to find a place to bury her, but the dean said that it was not easy to bury her if she didn't know her name. It just so happened that the hospital lacked a morgue, so he just asked the county to get some money and put her in it.

At that time, a legend spread in the hospital, saying that the woman's child died after she was born and became an unjust soul to take the woman's life. No one had ever been in the morgue. In order to save money and to solve the panic in the hospital, the dean sealed the morgue and buried the woman's body.

That's almost the same story..."

After the doctor finished speaking, he took off his last puff of cigarette, and his father took out one and lit it:

"That's right, it's no wonder that this woman was killed by a child. No wonder she attached herself to my wife like strangling my son to death."

As soon as he said this, a nurse came in and saw that her mother was asleep, she walked to her father with confidence:

"Mr. Xu, your child has been rescued successfully and is now hanging in water. Do you want to go and have a look?"

The doctor mixed my father up and went to see me who had just come from the gates of hell.

...

Hai held the hand of a young woman's ghost. The woman's face was very beautiful, with a unique cuteness of Aokiji girl. Hai put her on a big stone on the side of the road:

"Girl, you should tell this. If you don't want to confess, you won't be relieved even if you have it."

The girl smiled and grabbed Hai's hand:
Chapter completed!