Chapter 3
At dawn, get up, wash up, and everything goes according to plan.
Just a simple toast, egg and milk, and I had another breakfast.
At that time, He Wanchen straightened the cuffs of his black shirt. The man stood at the entrance of the apartment, looked up at He Jingtong who walked out of the kitchen, and said in a low voice: "Wait until the weekend. I will take you around this city again on the weekend."
If it were normal, or in the past, He Jingtong would choose to agree.
But it was different now. Knowing that He Wanchen's future was death, as a nephew, and a nephew with whom he had a good relationship, He Jingtong could not just watch him die.
Of course, this judgment is based on facts, but it comes from the fact that "it is impossible for a normal person to watch his uncle, with whom he has a close relationship, die."
Based on the rational point of view, that is, "the world is fake and it's just a comic book", He Jingtong has imagined more than once whether to maintain the plot after He Wanchen's death, that is, the original plot of "Alien".
This idea was quickly shattered by the fact that "Alien" was unknown in the other world.
The greatest possibility of keeping things the same is just keeping things the same.
Single-digit collections and a few sporadic clicks are obviously not enough to gain a lot of popularity points.
In this case——
Then fate will deviate from the very beginning.
"I'm not in a hurry. I'm already very sorry for coming to my uncle's place and disturbing your personal space. It's really a bit too much to ask you to take a special leave to play with me." He Jingtong said with a smile.
To put it bluntly, for surgeons who are always under great psychological pressure, this is the most unnecessary way of talking.
He Wanchen raised his eyelids, and the slight gloom on his face disappeared.
For some reason, the man felt that his mood had improved a lot.
"That's it, I'm going to work now."
After saying this, the door opened, illuminating the dim entrance hall, leaving only a figure walking towards the light.
He Jingtong went into the kitchen and took out a white lunch box from the shopping bag he brought from the supermarket yesterday.
He has to cook.
He Jingtong needed a reasonable event that went beyond the original plot destiny of "He Wanchen making a phone call".
Sending a lunch box to your uncle who works in the hospital creates a simple causal relationship.
Likewise, this cause and effect will also symbolize how difficult it is for the prophet to break his fate.
Even if there are countless possibilities for what will happen in the future, after it is determined, the only possibility left is the predetermined one.
Nothing can better demonstrate the power of defying fate than showing the protagonist's struggle in the first chapter of a comic book.
Unfortunately, the system mall clearly stated that refunds were not allowed, which still made He Jingtong sigh.
And this scene will also become a small foreshadowing in the comics.
The healthy and delicious lunch was packed into a lunch box. There was a digital clock nailed to the wall outside the kitchen.
At exactly ten o'clock and one second, He Jingtong took the spare key and his lunch box and pushed open the door of the apartment.
At 10:10, He Jingtong arrived at the hospital.
The nurse sister who accurately remembered Dr. He's nephew's handsome appearance greeted the boy warmly when she saw him.
Even the patients passing by would occasionally cast a keen glance at the young man walking slowly in the corridor.
He Jingtong, who was counting seconds at a walking pace, pushed open the door of He Wanchen's lounge accurately at 10:15.
No one.
Three minutes later, the head nurse at the nursing station told He Jingtong: "Doctor He is going to make rounds. Why don't you find a place to sit and wait."
The patient's information needs to be kept confidential. The head nurse just smiled and said nothing.
However, in the comics, the number 1612 had already been accurately printed on the black and white comics...
He Jingtong smiled at the head nurse, and the lunch box that he had picked up and was about to gesture to the head nurse was slowly dropped to his side by the handle of the packaging bag in his left hand. The boy was also saying, "I understand. Thank you."
The head nurse saw He Jingtong leaving, and it seemed to her that he was just going to a remote place where there were few people and sitting there waiting.
However, the person in question had already walked into the elevator on the inpatient floor. After the elevator opened, he looked at the map of the floor and quickly locked onto the target.
The corridor of the inpatient department has a different number of passers-by than other floors. There are only a few people in hospital gowns sitting at the door of the ward and chatting with each other.
When those people saw He Jingtong, their gazes unconsciously fell on the young man. Their eyes were unable to see abnormalities, and they knew nothing about abnormal changes.
Until there was a loud "bang", the door of He Jingtong's target ward was hit head-on by an invisible huge force and crashed into the opposite wall.
A pile of debris.
After a while, He Wanchen's wolf-like figure also quickly rushed out of the ward.
That face, which looked a little tired but no worse than that of a star who makes a living by his looks, showed a distorted panic and powerlessness.
But the moment he saw He Jingtong, He Wanchen's eyes widened unconsciously, and then, faster than he could think, he shouted to his nephew whom he had always favored, "Run!"
"Monster! There's a monster!"
"Listen to me, you can't stay here now, run! Hide quickly--!"
He Wanchen was speechless and questioned why He Jingtong was here.
The man just ran towards the direction where He Jingtong was. He grabbed the dazed boy and quickly pushed him into an open ward.
Outside the door, He Wanchen was holding the handle and yelling at the patients who were trying to gossip, "Hide! Don't come out!"
In his sight, the whole world was filled with a dim color full of malicious meaning.
Not far away, the ward without a door was constantly oozing out that color.
A strange atmosphere spread throughout the corridor, but those who could not see it were unaware of it.
Some patients even kept mumbling, "What happened to the door? Why did it suddenly explode?"
"Do you want to call the police or the fire department?"
“The hospital staff will take care of it.”
"Actually, I'm more curious about what made Dr. He go crazy all of a sudden..."
Before He Wanchen slammed the door shut, He Jing grabbed the door with his bony fingers.
At the same time, in the ward with the darkest strange color, a girl with a complete body and wearing a hospital gown slowly appeared.
The knees of the hospital gown were filled with a strange dark red stripe.
Even though the distance was not close, He Wanchen seemed to be able to smell the pungent and foul smell of blood——
"What are you doing!" The resistance brought by the closing door made the man's emotions teeter on the edge of collapse. He Wanchen quickly turned his head and scolded He Jingtong who was trying to leave the ward.
The fact that his sanity had not yet collapsed allowed him to quickly determine that those patients who were gossiping could not see the strange colors at all, and...
The amputee girl “walking out”.
He Wanchen bit the soft flesh on the side of his mouth hard. He pushed He Jingtong's wrist with shaking hands and tried to sound stern, but his trembling voice could not be faked.
"Listen to me, trust me, and hide!" He Wanchen was shaking all over.
"—You can't see... I know you might think I'm crazy or hallucinating... but even a grown man..."
It was also impossible to smash the door of the ward into pieces.
He Jingtong was interrupted when he opened the door. His dark eyes could not reflect the girl not far away, but the words that came out of his mouth comforted He Wanchen quickly and accurately.
"I believe you, uncle. Calm down."
"Call the police, find professionals, and evacuate the patients. You can do all these, leave the rest to me." He Jingtong looked at He Wanchen seriously, looking at the latter's bloodshot red eyes, and said calmly and rationally.
It was like he had found his backbone. Even though the other party was his nephew, He Wanchen suddenly felt that the monstrous scene that destroyed his worldview was not so scary anymore.
but……
Can He Jingtong really see that monster?
The answer is invisible.
The protagonist's halo, the rules of the world, the system's reasoning, all of these destined him to be able to see the spirit only when he rushed to the hospital after being called by He Wanchen.
The boy quickly snatched a banana from a patient's hand, and while the patient was still confused, he smashed the banana hard at the place where the door exploded.
The standard height of an eight-year-old girl today is 128.5cm. The banana that flew past was crushed into pulp at a height of one meter before it fell to the ground and turned into rotten things.
Everything happened in a flash.
But emotions of panic and fear finally appeared in the hearts of those patients.
The patient who was holding the banana before was now shouting in dismay, “What are these! My banana!
"Before your brain figures out what exactly a banana is like that would turn into mush in the air one meter away, listen to Dr. He and go. Do you understand?" He Jingtong turned his head and looked at the patient. His overly firm tone made the other person look dazed.
At the same time, He Wanchen also quickly began to evacuate the patients.
He Jingtong's determination prevented He Wanchen from realizing that his nephew was simply unable to see the monster.
But his sense of responsibility as a doctor prevented him from giving up on those patients and instead thinking about issues that were not appropriate at the moment.
Soon, the patients were arranged into the safe passage in an orderly manner.
However, not all the inpatients on the same floor were able to move. After He Wanchen quickly evacuated the patients who were able to move, he returned to the floor.
And in his sight, the girl with blood on her face was only two meters away from He Jingtong——
He can't see.
At the moment when his arm was hit, even though He Jingtong had an instinctive intuition to dodge, the boy was still attacked.
Summer short-sleeved shirts cannot hide wounds. When He Wanchen rushed out of the ward holding a patient with a broken bone, he saw He Jingtong's arm spurting with blood and part of his muscle tissue being torn apart by the monster's bare hands...!