Xiaolan and Baomu ran to Jasmine's side in a few steps.
In the center of the crowd was Wan Sheng lying on the ground, blood gurgling around him. The blood that should have been bright red was washed out by the night and looked like black poison.
Unexpectedly, after this time, there are still so many people attracted. Even with more and more people, this small circle has a tendency to get bigger and bigger.
Jasmine shook her head, but before she could open her mouth, an aunt beside them suddenly pointed at Wan Sheng's body and shouted, "This... I know this kid! It's the little boy on the fifth floor! He's just above my house!"
"
Wansheng's house is indeed on the fifth floor.
After a while, Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle ran over from a distance.
Fortunately, Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle had not seen them at that time. The two pushed away the crowd and fell to their knees. After that, they screamed in despair.
Xiaolan looked back and saw no trace of the Taoist priest and the others.
What to do now?
Wansheng is dead, how can we know his wishes and regrets?
What a headache.
"It's strange," Jasmine flicked her phone several times, "The three of them didn't reply to messages or calls. Where did they go?"
"Are we going to find them?" Qiao Nian asked quietly.
"Don't go now," the fool crossed his arms, "We have to stay here."
A few minutes later, the ambulance blew its siren and pulled away the two wailing brothers and the dead Wan Sheng.
The crowd also slowly dispersed.
"We have to follow the ambulance." Xiaolan said suddenly.
At the same time, the phone in Jasmine's hand lit up.
"It's their news. Nothing happened after all," Jasmine read out the words on the screen. "If the ambulance takes them away, you can follow them."
"The Taoist priest should have heard the whistle too," Baomu looked around, "Then they should be nearby."
"Don't look for it yet, let's catch up quickly."
The fool was so anxious that he directly picked up Baomu. While the passers-by's attention was still on the pool of blood on the ground, the group of five people took a shortcut and ran to the door. While they were waiting for the taxi, the ambulance screamed.
Then left them.
The taxi finally arrived.
But it can only hold four people.
"Xiao Lan will go first," Jasmine pushed Xiao Lan into the car, "Xiao Lan can drill a hole to take us over when he arrives. Qiao Nian and I will wait here. Remember to check the messages on your phone."
Drilling holes? Is this how they understand their cool abilities?
The driver glanced at Xiaolan, who knew how to drill holes, in the rear mirror, "Where are you going?"
"Follow the ambulance in front."
The driver looked at them even more strangely, but fortunately they were used to it.
The hospital is not far from here.
Along the way, there was no other news except "Are we here" sent by Jasmine every few minutes.
The car stopped, and they hid in the car and watched the doctors and nurses get out of the ambulance and carry the stretcher into the hospital hall. They waited for a few more seconds before they got out of the car.
Afterwards, the fool seemed to be addicted to drama. He grabbed Xiaolan and Baomu's hands and rushed to the service desk.
"Doctor! Doctor! Just... was a child sent over just now? Where is he?! Hurry!..."
Xiaolan and Baomu were stunned a second ago, but now they are trying hard to control their expressions and cooperate with the fool.
"Are you the patient's family?"
The little nurse at the front desk glanced at Xiaolan involuntarily.
"I am his sister," Xiaolan began to squeeze away tears, "My brother... ugh..."
"In the operating room on the third floor, turn left at the elevator exit on the right and walk to the end..."
The little nurse seemed to say something else, but they could no longer hear her.
At this time, there are still a lot of people in the hospital. It may be that Wansheng has mobilized almost all the doctors and nurses on duty. In the corridor on the third floor, if you walk a few steps, you can see people in white coats running around in a hurry.
.
"Isn't Wan Sheng already gone?" Baomu said quietly, "Do we still need so many doctors and nurses?"
Xiaolan and Fool shook their heads.
Here, the cries of Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle can already be heard.
The three of them were worried that their secret would be exposed, so they tiptoed to the wall, stuck their heads out and looked at the door of the operating room.
Zhao Qianle was sitting on the bench at the door, holding his head in his hands and mumbling something. Zhao Baihuan clenched his fists, pacing and crying. When he turned around, Xiaolan found that his eyeballs were already filled with blood.
Bloodshot.
The door opened and a nurse came out with a frown on her face.
The two brothers immediately rushed over.
"Nurse, nurse, how is my brother? You must... ten million..."
"Don't worry, we are still rescuing. The current situation is... a bit strange, but we will do our best."
"Is Wan Sheng not dead yet?" After hearing this, the fool turned around and asked.
Bao Mu raised his face and said, "Brother Fool, if they hear what you say, we will die."
"The nurse is here quickly!" Xiaolan turned and pushed the two of them away.
As the nurse trotted around the corner, she only glanced at the three people standing facing the wall with her peripheral vision. Although they looked very unnatural, she quickened her pace and ran away without any suspicion.
"Huh, luckily our acting skills are good." The fool patted his chest.
"It's just that the young lady is in a hurry," Xiaolan leaned against the wall again, "What's going on? Isn't Wan Sheng already...he is really gone, right?"
Xiaolan and Baomu looked at the fool.
"We're sure," the fool lowered his voice, "The four of us were sent downstairs directly by Xiaoyin. We saw Wan Sheng's body as soon as we came out of the cave. We were the first ones to find it, so I'm pretty sure that Wan Sheng's body was dead at that time.
There is no breathing or pulse."
"Then who are the doctors rescuing now? They must have made a mistake..."
"They pulled the person in with their own hands, how could they be wrong?" The fool knocked on Baomu's forehead, "In my opinion, this matter is related to Wan Sheng's strange physique. In reality, he didn't die even after he died.
Is it rotten?”
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at her phone. There was still no news from the Taoist priest. After entering the hospital, there was no news from Jasmine.
The three of them were meditating when the door of the emergency room opened again. This time, more than one or two people came out. The chief surgeon and nurses all poured out of the door. The two brothers stood on tiptoes and looked into the emergency room. The doctor stood on the second floor.
People around me took off their masks.
"How is our brother? Doctor... we..."
"Don't worry, everyone, don't worry." Although the doctor was smiling, his brows were slightly furrowed. "The patient's vital signs are now stable, but he has not yet awakened. We will conduct further examination for the specific reason..."
"Wow," the fool exclaimed, "No way, he was saved?"
"Are the doctors in this world particularly capable?" Baomu muttered in a low voice, "Or Wan Sheng is actually not dead..."
"I'm sure Wan Sheng is dead," the fool raised his fist, and Bao Mu quickly shut his mouth, "If you don't believe me, ask Jasmine."
As soon as Xiaolan picked up her phone, the sound of a stretcher being rolled out could be heard at the door of the rescue room.
The embarrassing thing was that when the large group of people turned the corner, the three of them had nowhere to hide.
Zhao Baihuan glanced at the fool standing at the front.