Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

At eleven o'clock in the night, the inpatient department was quiet. Ye Fan put on the fake magic charm and walked out directly through the wall. There were two nurses on duty at the front desk. She just floated past them, bringing a gust of wind with her, but the two of them didn't notice anything.

No awareness.

Ward 5002 is on the fifth floor, just above Ye Fan's ward. It is a critical ward.

At this moment, a first aid was going on in the ward. The doctor on duty was calmly performing first aid with a defibrillator while looking at the electrocardiogram instrument anxiously.

"Asynchronous electroconversion, 300 joules."

The two nurses assisting at the side started operating immediately. The doctor took the defibrillator and defibrillated the patient again. However, the electrocardiogram instrument still sounded a rapid alarm, and finally made a long beep.

But the doctor did not give up. He said again in a heavy voice: "Asynchronous electroconversion, 360 joules."

Ye Fanpiao watched this scene in mid-air. Without the novelty and excitement at the beginning, she felt a little uncomfortable. She saw that there was something similar to a funnel above the patient's head. It was a countdown to the time of death. No matter how hard the doctor tried, the King of Hell would

If you die at the third watch, who can keep someone alive until the fifth watch?

As the last bit of the hourglass drops above the funnel, the drop... the electrocardiogram becomes a straight line.

The doctor took off his mask dejectedly, raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and straightened his mouth as he said, "Announcement of time of death, 11:13 pm on April 24, 2018."

The time is calculated based on the solar calendar and converted to the lunar calendar, which is exactly the same as recorded by the mission system.

A deceased person with an old face floated up from the hospital bed and looked blankly at the busy doctors and nurses below. It was at this time that the newly appointed messenger Ye Fan appeared.

"Zhao Dajun, I am your messenger, number YF088. I will open the door to the afterlife for you. Please be prepared." Ye Fan floated in front of Zhao Dajun, and without any pre-job training, she had to copy the previous guide.

Her SB opening remarks, but she couldn't do it like SB, smiling in the face of death, which also gave Zhao Dajun time to react.

After a brief period of confusion, Zhao Dajun regained his clarity and quickly accepted the fact that he was dead. He did not face the fear of the messenger. He looked at Ye Fan with calm eyes and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but

In the end, there was just a sigh: "I'm ready, Lord Messenger."

Ye Fan nodded and took out his identity token. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Dajun looking at his body with a hint of regret and pain.

By some mistake, Ye Fan held the token in his palm with his backhand and said one more sentence: "Do you still have any unfulfilled wish?" After saying that, she wanted to slap herself in the mouth. Why did he ask you to talk too much? Senior warned

: Receive the afterlife, send it to the gate of the afterlife, get the merits, and save your life! Don’t be soft-hearted, don’t be meddlesome, don’t be self-righteous, if you are not careful, you will be welcomed by the eighteen levels of hell!

Perhaps the obsession was too deep. When Zhao Dajun, who was originally calm, heard this, his spirit body shook. When Ye Fan saw it, he regretted it so much that his intestines were blue, but he must not really have an accident.

Because he was too excited, Zhao Dajun showed what he looked like when he died, which was very terrifying.

Oh my god, what a ghost!

Ye Fan took a step back in fear, resisting the urge to turn around and run away, and kept reminding himself: I am the messenger, the mighty and domineering messenger, Namo Amitabha, God Jesus, Supreme Laojun Divine Protector

Body, ugh!

After chanting a bunch of random spells, his trembling hands quietly touched the spirit chain, ready to throw it out if the situation went wrong. Fortunately, Zhao Dajun did not act excessively, he just wore a terrifying grimace.

He looked at her passionately and said: "Master Messenger, I want to see my son. I want to know if my son is still in this world and whether he is living well. I, I have been looking for him for twenty-two years, three months and five days."

."

As he spoke, Zhao Dajun thought of his son who had been missing for many years, and how sad he had been looking for him all these years. He covered his face and started to cry. The dead have no tears, but the sadness was even more touched by this silent sob.

human heart.

The tearless sobs shook Ye Fan's heart, and her eyes gradually became sour. The ghost in front of her eyes no longer made her sick and frightened. Only a mountain of fatherly love pressed down on her. She could not refuse the last wish of such an old father.

"You have seven days to stay in the human world. During this period, I can find a way to help you find your son, but..." Ye Fan said, raised the token, lightly opened his thin lips and recited a spell, the token

A vortex suddenly appeared on the surface, and he continued: "This is the soul realm used to imprison the deceased. You must stay in the soul realm for these seven days. If you agree, come in."

"Thank you, Lord Messenger." Zhao Dajun bowed solemnly to Ye Fan, and his soul gradually dissipated and turned into a puff of smoke and entered the token soul realm.