Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He turned himself in and went to jail.

The single cells in the prison are very small, with only a square inch of space.

He wanted to be alone there, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything.

In fact, he began to think that it would be good to die there.

The dream is still happening every day, like an evil ghost, haunting me.

It was like a drill, constantly deepening the emptiness and confusion in his heart.

An indescribable feeling of loss was constantly expanding, fermenting, and eroding his heart.

until

When I turned to the last page, the clock on the wall of the apartment already pointed to three o'clock in the night.

Three o'clock is a good time to fall asleep in the dead of night.

The fruits on the fruit plate have been eaten, and not a drop of tea is left in the cup.

Yun Si's gaze stayed on the computer screen for a long time, like a statue.

Shen Zhichu hasn't come back yet, but he sent her a text message.

He said he would come back at seven in the morning and would bring her breakfast.

Yun Si slowly leaned back on the chair, wearing glasses and crossing her arms.

The eyes flickered slightly, with an unclear expression.

After a long time, she gently closed the computer.

Then she picked up the phone.

"I promise you what happened before."

In one sentence, I sent it.

Mr. Shen didn't reply immediately. It seemed that he was either asleep or still busy.

Moville Hospital, at the entrance of the senior VIP operating room.

Outside the cold corridor, the operating light on the doorway glowed red quietly, reflecting on the smooth tile floor, like the sickle wielded by the god of death, without a trace of warmth.

In the waiting seat outside the door, the president's wife, secretary and assistant were all sitting there, waiting anxiously.

The operating light is still red, which means that the operation inside is not over yet.

From eight o'clock in the evening to now, the operation has lasted for seven hours, and not a single doctor came out during the process.

Occasionally, when a nurse came out to get something, she couldn't explain clearly. She only said that the condition inside was good and that she just believed in Dr. Shen.

No one outside said anything. Special police were guarding the corridor with guns. The entire corridor seemed to be silent and oppressive.

Time passed by, and the night outside gradually changed from dark to light.

The sun was about to come out, and a ray of light from the east was almost coming.

The red light at the door of the operating room finally went out at a certain second.

In an instant, the red light turned into green, indicating that the operation was over.

The people standing guard outside the operating room door stood up in an instant.

The president's wife stayed up all night and suffered from hypoglycemia. The secretary next to her supported her and stood at the door, looking in through the door window.

Soon, a man in green surgical clothes came out, wearing a mask, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.

"Dr. Shen, how's it going? Did the operation go well?"

the president's wife asked eagerly.

Dr. Shen took off his gloves and spoke calmly,

"Madam, please rest assured that the operation went well. The patient now needs to be admitted to the intensive care unit for observation for three days. If he is in good condition within these three days, he can be transferred to the general ward to wait for recovery."

Hearing this, the president's wife breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her chest, "That's good, that's good, God bless, God bless."

"Dr. Shen, thank you very much. This surgery is very hard on you."

"There's no need to be polite, madam. These are what I should do."