Chapter 1

Scooping up a handful of water and splashing it on his face, Zhou Ze slowly raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked slightly haggard, a standard accessory for an emergency room doctor.

"Dr. Zhou, a new patient is arriving soon. Seems they fell from upstairs, not sure if it's suicide!" Nurse Wang Ya shouted from the men's restroom doorway.

"Got it, be right there." Zhou Ze responded, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe the water off his face and headed out.

The ambulance soon pulled into the hospital. Lying on the stretcher was an old man in a gray Tang suit, coughing incessantly. Blood clots and fragments of spleen organs were coughed up from time to time. His whole body was covered in blood.

Zhou Ze immediately rushed over, pushing the stretcher while observing the injured man's condition, and shouting to the people in front, "Prepare surgical instruments, quickly!"

The injured man's condition was very bad.

"I...I...don't want to die."

The old man opened his eyes, looking at Zhou Ze, who was closest to him.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. We'll help you. You won't die."

Most critically ill patients would say this at this time. After all, few people can truly face death calmly. As a doctor, this is not the time to analyze the condition and tell the patient what chances they have of survival. What the injured person needs at this time is psychological comfort.

"No...no...below...below...below is really too scary..."

The old man suddenly grabbed Zhou Ze's wrist, looking at him with a serious expression.

"Calm down and relax. Your life is not in danger." Although his wrist was a little sore, Zhou Ze didn't try to break free.

"I don't want...don't want to go down anymore...they...they found me...I...they found me..."

"Hiss..." Zhou Ze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Dr. Zhou, your hand!" The little nurse beside him immediately shouted.

The old man's nails were very long, and for some reason, they were black, a transparent black like amber, not like dirt gathering inside.

At this time, the old man's nails had already embedded themselves in Zhou Ze's wrist.

"I'm not going down...not going down...not going down...haha...cough cough cough..."

The old man suddenly sat up and coughed violently. Then, his body trembled, and the hand that was holding Zhou Ze fell down. The whole person lost movement.

"Prepare for resuscitation!" Zhou Ze shouted.

The old man was pushed into the emergency room, where doctors and nurses began to perform resuscitation measures on him. At the same time, the defibrillator was also ready.

"Dr. Zhou, let me treat your wound." Wang Ya came over at this time.

As doctors, they were not actually worried about this small flesh wound. What they were most worried about was that the old man might have other diseases, which could put the doctor in a dangerous professional exposure situation. After all, the old man had a lot of blood on his hands just now, and no one knew if he had any infectious diseases.

Some diseases, once contracted, could ruin a person's life.

After the wound was bandaged, another doctor came out of the emergency room and shook his head at Zhou Ze.

This meant that the person could not be saved.

Everyone's mood was a bit down, but for them, this kind of thing was already common, and they would adjust quickly.

"Dr. Zhou, get a checkup." Wang Ya suggested.

"No, I have something to do tonight." Zhou Ze shook his head, walked directly to the changing room to change his clothes, and then walked to the hospital parking lot to drive away.

As soon as the car drove under the Jianghai Avenue overpass, Zhou Ze's phone rang.

"Hello, this is Zhou Ze."

"Dr. Zhou, the children are waiting for you."

"I'm sorry, Principal Wu, a patient delayed me. I'll be there right away. Let the children wait for me a little longer."

"Okay, okay." The other side quickly hung up the phone.

Zhou Ze looked at the time again. It was already 8:30 in the evening. The children in the orphanage usually went to bed very early.

The red light turned green, and Zhou Ze stepped on the accelerator and drove over.

"Beep!!!"

At this moment,

A heavy truck ran a red light and drove over. Zhou Ze only had time to turn his head to look at the glaring high beams outside the car window,

Then,

"Bang!"

The world spun,

The small car was like a fragile piece of white paper in front of the heavy truck, directly hit and flew out, tumbling several times in the air before crashing to the ground.

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"Ugh..."

Zhou Ze woke up.

He found that his body was completely unable to move, as if he was stuck.

At the same time, he couldn't open his eyes. He knew he had been in a car accident, a very serious car accident. Out of professional habit, he wanted to check his injuries immediately, but he couldn't move.

Around him, there were sounds of other vehicles passing by from time to time, as well as various horns.

Am I still at the scene of the car accident?

Am I still in the car?

Zhou Ze thought to himself.

Soon,

The sirens of police cars came, as well as the sound of fire trucks.

Finally, the familiar sound of ambulance sirens came, which Zhou Ze felt was kind.

Zhou Ze sensed that his body was being moved. The nearby temperature was a little high. They were probably cutting open his car to rescue him.

Zhou Ze had participated in many such rescue activities and was clear about some of the procedures.

It's a pity, the cake in the back of my car, and the Children's Day party for the children in the orphanage, can only be canceled.

"Dr. Zhou!"

A familiar call.

It should be Dr. Chen from the hospital.

Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least, he had saved his life. This could be considered a stroke of bad luck.

There were also the voices of several nurses around him. Because it was too noisy nearby, Zhou Ze couldn't hear clearly.

But then, Dr. Chen's words plunged Zhou Ze's heart to the bottom!

"Dr. Zhou has lost vital signs."

No,

I'm not dead!

I'm not dead yet!

I'm not dead!!

Zhou Ze shouted desperately in his heart!

He was not dead, he was still conscious, he was not dead!

Next, Zhou Ze sensed that someone was performing CPR on him. He felt the heavy compressions, but he couldn't open his eyes or speak.

He wasn't dead,

He hoped they would find out he wasn't dead soon!

But after a period of busy work,

Zhou Ze heard the sound of several nurses he knew crying.

Dr. Chen punched the nearby car door, appearing very grief-stricken.

Hey!

Don't give up!

Don't give up!

I'm not dead!

I should be in a state of suspended animation,

Excessive blood loss?

Serious injuries?

But I'm really not dead!

I should still be breathing, I should still have a heartbeat!

Zhou Ze roared frantically in his heart.

But then, he sensed that he was being lifted onto a stretcher, probably being sent to the ambulance.

Immediately afterwards, it was the sound of the ambulance starting.

The nurses in the car were still crying.

But this kind of crying was extremely harsh in Zhou Ze's ears.

He wasn't dead,

Why cry!

Why are you crying!

Take another look at me,

Take another look at me,

Check again,

I'm not dead!

The ambulance stopped,

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ze heard the voices of the hospital leaders:

"Little Zhou is just gone like this?"

"The car accident was very serious. Dr. Zhou was injured excessively and lost too much blood. Death has been confirmed."

"Really? He's just gone like this?" Another vice president didn't believe it.

"Little Zhou is gone." This was the voice of a department director. "I just checked again."

I'm not dead!

You bunch of quacks!

I'm not dead!

You bastards!

Bastards!

Zhou Ze cursed incessantly in his heart. At this moment, the people around him were no longer his colleagues, nor were they his friends, let alone his leaders and elders.

They actually believed that he was already dead,

But can a dead person still hear sounds and have senses?

I'm not dead!

You bastards,

Beasts,

I'm not dead!

Save me!

Save me!

The stretcher started to move, and the surroundings were quiet, and the temperature was gradually decreasing.

"Xiao Ya, don't be too sad. The president said that the hospital will hold a memorial service for Dr. Zhou tomorrow."

"Sister Suqin, I just can't believe that a person is just gone like this. Dr. Zhou was such a good person, how could he just be gone like this?"

"The weather is unpredictable, and people have good and bad fortune. It's good to be open-minded."

After the two nurses finished speaking, they left.

Surroundings,

Empty,

That eerie chill,

Was so clear.

Zhou Ze kept struggling, kept trying to resist, he wanted to wake up, he desperately wanted to make his voice heard.

But his current feeling was like being paralyzed by a ghost, no matter how hard he tried, his body was not under his control at all.

Finally,

He gave up in despair,

He was tired,

And exhausted,

He knew where he was now,

In the hospital,

Morgue.

………………

When Zhou Ze "woke up" again, he sensed a faint coolness on his face, and the stinging sensation was also very clear.

"Is the makeup done?" Someone asked next to him.

"Don't rush, wait a bit. He was crashed into this state, how can the makeup be so fast."

"The hospital is urging. They're going to send him to the memorial service soon."

"Why don't you do it then."

The mortician seemed a little angry, and she applied more force when applying makeup. Of course, the customers they faced were dead people. Dead people would naturally not say they were in pain, and they didn't have to worry about receiving complaints. They only needed to let the living see the results.

Zhou Ze had no strength to struggle anymore,

He just stayed there quietly,

Enduring the stinging sensation of the makeup brush constantly pressing down on his face,

Finally,

The makeup was finished.

"Okay, call them in. Our work is done."

Zhou Ze felt that he was being changed into clothes. Immediately afterwards, he was pushed out. The hospital porters carried him into a soft and cramped space.

This,

Should be an ice coffin.

Then, all the surrounding noise was isolated in an instant,

The lid should have been closed.

Shaking,

Swaying,

Bumping…

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Ze finally heard a sound again. The ice coffin lid should have been opened.

What entered his ears,

Was funeral music.

The hospital president was making a speech with a microphone. He was praising him, lamenting him,

Then it was the vice president and department director and others.

Around,

There were sounds of footsteps passing by from time to time,

Some people just walked past quietly, taking one last look at him,

Some people even tried to call him a few times, with a crying tone,

This was paying last respects to the deceased.

Paying last respects,

To my remains!

I'm not dead,

I'm really not dead,

I'm not dead yet!

Not dead!

Zhou Ze wailed in his heart,

He started trying to work hard again,

But there was still no way,

He could only hear it, and he could feel it,

But he couldn't speak,

Nor could he open his eyes,

Everyone believed he was dead,

But he himself knew,

He wasn't dead yet!

The children from the orphanage also came, crying beside him.

They cried very sincerely, because Zhou Ze himself was a child who came out of the orphanage. Therefore, after working, most of his salary was donated to the orphanage. This car accident was also because he was rushing to drive back to the orphanage at night to accompany the children for Children's Day.

"Little Zhou, go in peace. This time, you can be considered to have had an accident on duty. You don't have any family, but the hospital will give your compensation to the orphanage. Don't worry." The vice president said, standing beside Zhou Ze.

Subsequently,

Zhou Ze sensed that he was isolated again. The ice coffin lid should have been closed again.

Then there was another burst of bumps,

Finally, it stopped.

The ice coffin lid was opened again,

The surroundings were a little quiet, and occasionally there was human noise, but it wasn't noisy.

Two people, one grabbing his shoulders and one grabbing his legs, lifted him up, and then placed him on another cold shelf, which seemed to be a steel plate.

These two people were very skilled, very, very skilled.

Around him, there were faint sobbing sounds.

Zhou Ze couldn't tell at first which place he had come to again,

But at this moment,

He suddenly understood,

Bastard!

They sent him to the crematorium!

They're going to burn him!

I'm not dead, you bastards!

I'm not dead!

Not dead yet!

Don't cremate me,

Don't cremate me!

I'm really not dead啊!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time, it was Zhou Ze's most frantic and craziest moment.

He knew,

Once he was cremated,

Then there would be no room for anything!

He would directly face death!

A complete ending!

He was not willing, he was really not willing. He was not even thirty years old, he had not yet started a family, he did not have children, he still had a life, he still had a long way to go!

"Mom, I just saw this uncle's hand move." A little girl's timid voice sounded next to him.

"Slap!" A small mouth was slapped.

"Don't talk nonsense, wait until I go back and deal with you." The girl's mother scolded.

Zhou Ze was desperate,

Because no matter how he struggled,

Howled in his heart,

The people outside could not sense it.

He was placed on the conveyor belt,

The machine started to start,

He was being pushed forward,

He knew what he was about to face,

Therefore, he was extremely afraid!

No,

No,

No!

I'm not dead, I'm really not dead!

Don't burn me!

Don't burn me!

No one can hear his cries,

They are only responsible for being sad,

Only responsible for being sad,

Only responsible for completing this process,

Then go home for dinner and continue to live tomorrow.

Finally,

Zhou Ze sensed that he seemed to be pushed into a narrow place full of the smell of oil residue,

Immediately afterwards,

Sticky liquid was sprayed on his body,

He knew what this thing was,

It's gasoline,

Immediately afterwards,

"Sizzle..."

Hot!

Very hot!

Pain,

Severe burning pain!

Fire,

Fire,

Big fire,

Everywhere is fire…………