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The air suddenly became cold.

At the entrance of the dark corridor, Director Yang's squinting face looked down at me expressionlessly.

A chill ran down my back.

"Nothing can be hidden from Director Yang's eyes. I asked about the fire just because I wanted to talk to Boss Hao."

I smiled calmly.

"If I build a good relationship with those old employees, the chances of them staying and working will be greater, right?"

Director Yang remained expressionless: "Then what did you find out?"

"I heard that the fire in the factory was deliberately set by someone else. The murderer has not been caught yet." I spread my hands honestly.

"The murderer is nothing! Fortunately, Boss Hao was lucky enough to escape and is still doing such a big business."

"However, after he became rich, he did not forget to repay those who saved him. This is also a good thing for good people."

A trace of contempt flashed in Director Yang's eyes: "You just found out these things?"

"Ah? Is there anything else?" I looked confused.

Director Yang looked at me, turned around and left without answering.

"It's time for ward rounds."

"Oh well."

I followed him honestly.

The second floor was dark and quiet.

The nursing home is surrounded by unfinished high-rise buildings, and it is dark after work stops at night.

There was no light scattered around, and it was so dark that it was really dark in the courtyard.

The flashlight in Director Yang's hand shone faintly, making the corridor look particularly dark and deep.

She skillfully pushed open a door.

Shine the flashlight in.

Under the white quilt, there is the undulating outline of the human body.

There was no sound.

It's not quiet like a dormitory, but like a morgue.

Director Yang just glanced inside, closed the door, and walked to the next dormitory.

"Director Yang, why do you turn off the lights at night? It's so inconvenient to do ward rounds in the dark." I whispered.

"The elderly have light sleep and are easily woken up. This is done so as not to affect their rest." Master Yang replied calmly.

The door of the second dormitory was pushed open.

It's the same situation inside.

The old people lay quietly under the white quilts, motionless.

Director Yang took a look and closed the door expressionlessly.

"Director, I think they sleep very soundly. They don't grind their teeth or snore. I don't even have such good sleep quality." I smacked my tongue.

"They're not this honest every night."

Director Yang said and continued walking forward.

The word honest is a bit subtle.

But I didn’t ask any more questions for the time being.

Because in the next dormitory, there is a demented old man Yao Guoliang.

Squeak——

Director Yang opened the door.

Her movements were obviously very rude, and she didn't seem to be afraid of waking up the old man at all.

Shine the flashlight in.

Three hospital beds were placed side by side, and three old people were lying quietly under the quilts.

The first two beds were occupied by lonely old people nearby, and the last one was the demented old man Yao Guoliang.

I suddenly discovered something.

The ten old employees of the pesticide factory do not live together, but are distributed in ten different dormitories.

It seems to have been deliberately separated.

After taking a quick glance, Director Yang pulled the door and prepared to close it.

"Director, look, did the old man move?" I said suddenly.

"Huh? Who?" Director Yang frowned, stopped, and shined the flashlight into the dormitory again.

"It's the innermost one. Did you see it? I just moved again. I don't know if it's a cramp. It would be bad if I get sick."

With a face full of concern, I got into the room and walked to the bedside of the demented old man Yao Guoliang.

Yao Guoliang lay quietly on the white quilt, his face sallow.

The slanted eyes can't be closed, and a little gray whites are exposed under the eyelids, which looks very scary.

When I entered the room, I realized that the old people were breathing.

It's just that the energy is like a gossamer, like a candle that is about to be extinguished.

When the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, you can end up in hell at any time.

The same goes for Yao Guoliang.

The only difference is that one of his chicken claw-like hands is exposed outside the quilt.

His fingers curled, as if he were holding something in his palm.

The flashlight shone on my back.

"What's going on?" Director Yang quickly followed.

"Oh, this uncle's hand fell outside the quilt. The old man must not catch a cold." I calmly put Yao Guoliang's hand into the quilt.

"hand?"

Director Yang walked to the bedside and shined his flashlight on Yao Guoliang's face.

Then, she suddenly opened the quilt fiercely.

The elderly body wearing autumn clothes and long trousers is exposed to the flashlight light.

Yao Guoliang was still lying quietly without shaking his eyelids.

"Don't look at his Alzheimer's, he is the most dishonest sleeper." Director Yang took a look and covered Yao Guoliang with a quilt.

The corners were so tight that Yao Guoliang was almost wrapped into a rice dumpling.

"It's normal to be sleepy. It's not like I'm standing upright. I can't even move at all?" I said deliberately.

"The most important thing for the elderly is sleep. If they don't sleep well, their illness will worsen."

Director Yang took me out of the dormitory with his flashlight on.

"What kind of disease do they have? During the day, I see that they are quite healthy. They can eat and drink."

"Sickness of the heart."

Director Yang glanced at me.

"Heart disease, you need to pay more attention to it. I heard that this disease is the most irritating, and you may die if you are not careful." I said in shock.

"It's not that easy to die."

Director Yang twitched the corners of his mouth and seemed to sneer.

Then, she led me to continue checking the remaining dormitories.

The other old people slept very honestly and did not encounter any problems.

"It seems that our hospital takes good care of the elderly. They all sleep so soundly. I am envious of the quality of their sleep."

There is only one dormitory left, I said to Director Yang.

"Don't speak too soon." Director Yang opened the door.

Shine the flashlight in.

Quadruple room.

The four old people were lying quietly on the hospital bed. They looked like other old people and there was nothing unusual about them.

But Director Yang frowned.

She walked into the dormitory and stood in front of the second hospital bed.

"Xiao Li, come here." After two seconds of silence, she suddenly waved to me.

"What's the matter, director?" I walked over.

"She's dead." Director Yang's expression was very low.

"Ah?" I was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the old man on the hospital bed.

He is one of the old employees.

I can't remember the specific name.

At this moment, he was lying upright in the quilt, with his eyes closed, and the quilt wrapped tightly around him was like a coffin for him to die.

However, the strange thing is that the corners of his mouth turned up.

He actually died with a smile on his face.

"It's really troublesome to die again." Director Yang looked a little irritated.

"What does it mean to die again?" I asked sensitively.

"It's nothing. It's common for old people to die from heart attacks." Director Yang looked at me.

"Xiao Li, didn't you say you wanted to stay and work in a nursing home? Now, your opportunity has come."

I was surprised and a little pleasantly surprised: "What do you need me to do?"

"This old man is dead and can no longer stay in the same room with other old people. You move her to the third floor."