Chapter 11 Civilized Sinner 11
"Pan Yi, I really have to thank you this time." Song Yanghui folded his hands to support his forehead, lowered his head and stared at his toes.
"Alas, saying thank you is too distant." Pan Yiman waved his hand nonchalantly, "Boss, you have saved me so many times, I can't even count them. What is there to thank you for? This is what I should do."
"What are you doing..." Song Yanghui just raised his head, then stopped, and finally shook his head and said nothing.
"How do I know? I heard the news on the way there when I went to find the corpse collector." Pan Yi guessed what he was going to ask at once, so he explained it to him without reservation.
"When I heard that? Oh no, you see I called you so many times but you didn't answer any of them, this must be a big problem. It just so happened that the foreigner came to see me at that time. He and that guy, yes, that tender boy seemed to have been in contact for a long time. I guess this queue-jumping transaction is not the first time..."
"I was in a hurry, so I did it." His voice trailed off.
Song Yanghui still looked at the ground, "Thank you..."
The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and Pan Yi couldn't help but look at him sideways.
His head was lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was a pool of dark water stains on the floor between his two boots.
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Time passed little by little.
I don't know how long it took, Song Yanghui kept the same posture without moving. Finally, Pan Yixian couldn't stand the tense atmosphere anymore and went out to get some fresh air.
Suddenly, a loud noise began to sound.
The researchers, who had been quiet since the patient was sent in, suddenly started chatting again.
They all looked towards the door at the same time, and their whispers entered Song Yanghui's ears.
"According to the time, it will be over soon."
“This is the last one for today.”
“How on earth did they do that?”
“It’s a miracle.”
“No matter how many times I watch it, I will still be shocked.”
"How on earth did they do that..."
While listening to them talking, Song Yanghui stared at the gate intently.
As time went by, the discussions over there gradually died down. But there was still no movement at the gate.
Confused and puzzled, he looked at the researchers, trying to find the answer from them.
The poor patient's family members scanned the eyes of those different people one by one. Some were enthusiastic, some were gloomy, some were expectant, some were cold, some were admiring, and some were disdainful. They all had different expressions and ulterior motives, but they all tacitly put down what they were doing and looked in the same direction of the door.
Time passed by little by little.
Some people began to check the time frequently, some were ready to reach for their keys, and some were half-leaning on the table, trying not to sit or stand. The whole scene was like a frozen motion picture.
Just when the atmosphere was slowly solidifying to a point on the verge of breaking.
The indicator light above the door finally turned from red to green. Song Yanghui turned his head sharply as if he had eyes behind him.
At one point, the sound of breathing, some louder and some softer, gradually rang out in the hall. Some were so exaggerated that they patted their chests and exhaled a long breath of soul.
Didi——
The door automatically slid open along the track.
Song Yanghui stared at the sliding door intently, so he did not miss any details.
The first person to come out was not his concerned younger brother, but a tall and slender figure who walked from the darkness into the light.
He walked out step by step, neither fast nor slow. Under the light, Yan Nan's skin was as white as if transparent. His body was a little shaky and his steps were not very stable, but his posture with half-closed eyes and hands in pockets could be considered relaxed.
His eyes were fixed aimlessly in the air. He neither looked at anyone nor paid attention to anyone. He just walked out as if no one was around.
"Teacher Yan." A tall man walked up and wanted to support him, but Yan Nan dodged his hand lightly and continued walking towards the exit without looking back.
Then, behind him, an assistant wearing a hood and a mask pushed Song Jiale out, and Song Yanghui and a group of researchers rushed over immediately.
"Jia Le!" Song Yanghui rushed to the front and examined him carefully from head to toe.
Although my symptoms didn't seem to have changed, my heartbeat had become much stronger.
Before he could take another look, two researchers lifted him up from behind. "Alright, family members, don't get so excited."
"Send it to the observation room first."
Song Yanghui didn't move, allowing the two people behind him to hold him, and stared blankly at Jiale being pushed away.
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At night he was standing alone by the window of the research institute, feeling the cold wind, when Pan Yi came over to see him again.
"Boss," he raised the compressed food in his hand, "eat something first."
Song Yanghui looked out the window without saying anything. Pan Yi was puzzled and looked down along his line of sight.
In the corner of the garden downstairs, under the shadowy trees, there was a person sitting.
"Boss, who are you looking at?" Pan Yi didn't have as good eyesight as him, so he didn't know which researcher in the hospital this was, let alone why the boss was looking at him.
Song Yanghui shook his head and said, "Pan Yi, I always feel something is wrong."
"What do you mean?" Pan Yi didn't understand how he felt.
"I can't explain it, it's just a dangerous intuition." He slowly raised his head and looked at the gray sky.
Before the end of the world, Song Yanghui's job was not a serious one, so after the world went into chaos, he adapted particularly quickly and was more capable than others of protecting those around him. This intuition was innate to him and had saved his life many times.
But today, he couldn't figure out what was threatening him.
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In the early morning, Song Yanghui quietly climbed through the window to see Jiale.
He gently peeled off the bandage and found that the bruised wound under the gauze had actually begun to heal at a speed almost visible to the naked eye. He stared at this miracle-like scene in a daze, his mouth opening and closing subconsciously for a long time, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
He carefully wrapped the bandage back around his neck, then leaned against Song Jiale's bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when it was already bright, he opened his eyes slightly. Suddenly, he jumped up suddenly. The man looked around in a daze and found that the room was empty.
Where is Jiale?
Song Yanghui rushed out of the door, and when he met someone in white on the road, he grabbed them and asked, "Where is Song Jiale?"
"What Song Lele?" The passerby looked at him blankly, totally unaware of how this guy brought up this.
Without paying any more attention to him, Song Yanghui, who had calmed down by now, left without looking back. Following his memory of yesterday, he found the brightly lit hall.
The hall was still the same as yesterday, with no worries about electricity bills, except that the number of researchers gathered together seemed to be about half as many.
He looked around and then walked towards them without hesitation. Seeing him coming, the researchers who were still chatting fell silent. The fair-skinned Lin Ye from yesterday asked him first, "Are you here to look for Song Jiale? Don't worry, he has been relocated by us. Now we just need to wait for his vitality to recover and defeat the virus."
These words were said in a very polite manner, and immediately shut down all of Song Yanghui's questions. His temper was half lost, so he could only nod stiffly, not knowing what to say.
Then, he glanced at the seat he had sat yesterday, thought for a moment, and then said, "Then I'll sit there and wait? Is that okay?"
"Of course." Lin Ye raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, "Please help yourself."
"Besides, this is not a hospital. It would be better if we come in a hurry next time."
Song Yanghui pursed his lips and sat down where he was, swallowing his anger.
All day long, the hall remained exactly the same as it was yesterday.
However, Song Yanghui noticed sharply that when Yan Nan walked out of the door today, the color on his face had faded a little, and he looked three points weaker than yesterday.
But he seemed to be very good at hiding his vulnerability, so none of those stupid researchers noticed his abnormality.
At night, Song Yanghui lay in bed, tossing and turning, the scene of Bai Ri Yan Nan's appearance kept flashing in his mind. A strange inspiration captured his mind. What was wrong?
He couldn't help but start thinking, how was such a strange and mysterious medicine made? Could it be that Yan Nan really made a deal with the devil?
If this is really what he thought, then Yan Nan paid such a huge price just to save some people who were of no use to him.
What does he want?
Could it be that he is a fool who is intoxicated by false praise and admiration?
Even if it costs my life, I will do it.
But he didn't have time to think about this inexplicable guess, because the next day, those people still didn't let him see Song Jiale!
He waited patiently for another day until the exaggerated drama was performed before him for the third time.
Pan Yi suddenly rushed in breathlessly.
He was extremely ferocious, his clothes were stained with blood, and his entire body was covered with wounds from the fight.
Even so, he still managed to force his way in.
As soon as he saw Song Yanghui, huge amounts of hot tears flowed from his eyes, which still had old scars on them.
This eight-foot-tall, fierce, muscular man burst into tears and couldn't even speak complete sentences.
He said:
"Boss, he, they took Jiale away in a body bag!"