Chapter 973 Shengchun First People's Hospital 30
It’s over!
It’s over!
Yang Jie's legs were so weak that he couldn't even take a single step and was practically being dragged forward!
The "person" next to her finally stopped, and she slowly turned her head, "You can't walk anymore?"
In the darkness, Yang Jie couldn't see her face.
But he could feel the fishy smell coming towards him when she spoke, as well as the sharp and sinister voice.
"Not bad."
He squeezed out these two words with difficulty, his upper and lower teeth trembled, making a clicking sound.
"Then let's keep going."
The man's words came faintly.
Yang Jie knew full well that he couldn't leave any further. If he did, his life would be gone. The boss had already vanished, and he felt that there was no hope for him to survive this time.
But he has parents at home, a company, and three properties to inherit!
Yang Jie made up his mind, took off his coat in an instant, pulled his hand out from the thing's elbow, and ran towards the door.
Almost instantly, the creature lunged at him. A whistling sound echoed from behind him, and a sharp sting ran from the back of his neck to his waist. The creature's sharp claws scraped past his skin, missing his target. The next claw would kill him!
“Help!”
This is the last cry before death.
He was clearly so close to the door, only two steps away! He had never felt so desperate as he did now.
Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly a light came on at the door.
In the darkness, the black shadow chasing Yang Jie was repelled by the light, which also bought him precious time.
Yang Jie rushed out of the corridor door desperately.
He couldn't even stop at that speed and rushed directly to the stairs, then stumbled and fell to the floor below.
Did he escape?
He actually escaped!
Yang Jie looked at Fu An'an standing at the door, feeling as if he were in another world. The man, who was already a bit effeminate, shed a few precious tears.
"Boss, I almost died, wuwuwu!"
Fu Anan didn't have time to deal with him, as she was busy extinguishing the candle in her octagonal lantern. This thing burned so quickly, and watching the wax dripping so quickly made her feel a little distressed.
After venting his anger, Yang Jie sat on the ground wailing in pain.
He had just fallen from the top of the stairs to the bottom, and had a serious scratch on his back. Blood was flowing down his back and had stained his pants red.
He needs a bandage.
Fortunately, this is a hospital and there are doctors and medicines everywhere.
Like Mu Zihan, these doctors would still provide treatment even when they were not transformed. Yang Jie's back was stitched with several stitches, and he lay on the hospital bed, becoming a real patient.
For this reason, the ordinary players upstairs all came down.
To put it nicely, they were visiting; to put it bluntly, they were gathering information, asking how Yang Jie got injured. When they heard about the stairwell being trapped, their faces turned serious, and they were somewhat relieved that they were not the ones who encountered this incident.
Some of these people were honest. After listening to Yang Jie's free information, they looked at him lying in bed and suggested, "He's in this condition now, and it might be difficult for him to move around at night. Why not move to the sixth floor tonight?"
"That's not possible. Why?"
Hearing this, the woman who had previously said she wanted to go up jumped out to object, "It was Fu Xiaohua who said before that no one should be treated specially. Everyone should be treated equally. Why should he be able to go up just because he's injured?"
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