This is a man with a thin face, probably in his forties. From his neatly clipped nails and tidy appearance, even in the hospital, he received good care.
Now he has an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, his sowhat distracted eyes quietly watching the non-glare light on the ceiling.
The hospital room is very quiet, and no one else is here with him.
Gu Shengyin floated in—yes, from a human perspective, her feet didn’t move, she glided forward like parallel sliding, and ca straight to the man’s front.
She lowered her gaze to look at the man in front of her, and the man obviously saw her too.
Gu Shengyin saw his terrified expression at once—any normal person would feel scared if they suddenly saw soone this strangely dressed appear at their bedside.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here to guide you." Leng Bingbing’s voice resounded in the man’s mind.
"Who are you?" The man asked and then realized sothing strange.
Because he hadn’t opened his mouth to speak, he hadn’t been able to speak for half a month.
That sentence was just a thought in his consciousness, but he clearly made a sound and started communicating with this strange person in front of him.
The man looked at Gu Shengyin’s appearance and the very characteristic scythe in her hand, suddenly thought of sothing, and his pale face beca even whiter.
He thought he already knew who she was.
"Am I about to die?" he asked softly.
The answer was still that cold voice: "Living people can’t see ."
Knowing Gu Shengyin’s identity, the man beca calm instead.
He thought for a mont and asked, "How much ti do I have left?"
Gu Shengyin glanced at the record book in her hand: "Ten minutes."
The man showed a relieved expression and asked, "I’m completely exhausted now, but I want to see my daughter before I die. Can you help press the call bell?"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly sensed sothing cold entering his body.
His body, weak and powerless since the illness, suddenly filled with strength, reminding him of the long ago when he was very healthy.
Healthy people would never understand this feeling, and for a mont, the man even felt a tearful impulse.
He climbed off the bed himself and removed the nasal oxygen tube—the last ten minutes, he didn’t care about these things anymore.
The man smiled at Gu Shengyin, then turned to press the call bell beside the bed.
The nurse quickly walked in.
The man watched as she ignored the Grim Reaper standing beside him and looked at him with a surprised face.
"Mr. Yuan, why did you remove your oxygen tube? Also, your complexion looks very good today..." The nurse speaking suddenly stopped.
She glanced at the man, half-sitting on the bed, whose face rarely showed a hint of color, and suddenly a sour feeling surged in her nose.
She was well aware of Mr. Yuan’s illness, it could never suddenly improve, unless—it’s the final illumination before death.
The man had always been very quiet, suddenly he spoke: "Is Xiao Ling in the hospital? I want to see her."
He divorced seven years ago, and their only daughter Xiao Ling was given to him.
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