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Director Yang spoke calmly, as if he had done the same thing countless times.

The old man's head was exposed outside the quilt, with sparse white hair and gray face, like a piece of dead tree bark that had been dried for a long time.

It's not like he died tonight.

In the darkness, this feeling of life disappearing was eerie.

"Ah? Shall I move it?" I showed a fearful expression.

"When an elderly person dies, shouldn't the family members be notified immediately and asked to handle the matter?"

"The family will be notified, but not now. Move her to the third floor first, where there is a special morgue." Director Yang explained slowly.

"This is for the sake of other elderly people. If it were you, would you be willing to sleep in the same room as a dead person?"

"That's true, but I don't think there are any empty wards on the second floor? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just push them to the empty room?" I said.

This kind of hospital bed has wheels underneath, making it very convenient to push.

There is no elevator on the third floor, so it would be troublesome to move a body up there.

"No, the second floor is where the living live. Life and death cannot be mixed together." Director Yang denied it firmly.

"If you can do this, I will convince Mr. Hao to let you work here."

"You stayed the night, didn't you just want to win Mr. Hao's favor through your actions?"

"But whether this matter can reach Mr. Hao's ears depends on me."

I looked worried: "Director Yang, don't blame me for speaking poorly. Mr. Hao can listen to you. Mr. Hao will use whoever you say?"

"Of course! It is Mr. Hao who gives me the right to choose who to use in the nursing home. I can guarantee you this 100%."

Director Yang was very sure, with a bit of pride in being appreciated in his tone.

"Director, I want to tell the truth!" My heart-beating expression was still a bit uneasy.

"Then if I join the job, will Mr. Hao help me settle my debt?"

"Of course! Mr. Hao is very generous! No matter what difficulties our hospital employees encounter, he can help solve them."

"But if you want to get extraordinary rewards, you have to do things that ordinary people can't do."

"Now, the opportunity is right in front of you. It's up to you whether you can seize it or not."

Director Yang said calmly.

I thought for a while, gritted my teeth and nodded: "Okay, I'll find a wheelchair now and move this old man up."

"If you can't use a wheelchair, you carry her up." Director Yang said.

"Carry?" I showed a fearful expression again, "Why can't I use a wheelchair? Carrying a corpse is really difficult."

Who is a normal person who wouldn’t be afraid of carrying a corpse on his back?

"When you work in a nursing home, everything must follow my arrangements. You just obey without asking why." Director Yang's tone left no room for negotiation.

"If you can't do it, you can leave now!"

"Well, okay, I'll try." I gritted my teeth.

"Remember, as long as you do what I say tonight, you will never have to worry about debt again!"

Director Yang opened the quilt of the deceased old man.

The old man's thin and small body was slightly curled.

I grabbed the old man's withered and old hands and carefully carried him on his back.

His body was very light and weightless, like a dead leaf sticking coldly to my back.

It's not hard to carry, but it makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go."

Director Yang restored the quilt and led me out of the dormitory to the corridor entrance.

"The last room on the left on the third floor is the morgue. You can put her in there and then go downstairs."

Director Yang handed me the flashlight.

"Won't you go up with me?" I bent down and held the old man's body with one hand.

"I want to go down and inform my family." Director Yang pushed me.

"Go quickly, don't waste time! When working here, dealing with death is a common thing. It's such a trivial matter. Do you still want to stay and work in the hospital?"

"Okay, I'll hurry up." Carrying the old man's body, I stepped onto the stairs leading to the third floor.

Director Yang stared at my back at the entrance of the corridor for a few times before hurriedly going downstairs.

The dark corridor is narrow and steep.

Walking at night is inconvenient, but fortunately the old man's body is very light.

Using a flashlight, I walked upstairs step by step.

Somehow the stairs became dark and long.

I've climbed at least 10 flights of stairs, and the scene in front of me still hasn't changed.

With every step he took, the old man's back became heavier.

"Haha, come again?"

I stopped and sneered slightly.

The withered old hands that were hanging next to my shoulders suddenly moved and hugged my neck.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's body became extremely heavy.

It turned into a hard and heavy piece of ice, pressing on my back.

It makes it difficult for me to move.

Kakaka——

In the darkness, the old man's head on his back twisted slightly.

The icy chill spread down my back, wrapping my whole body tightly.

The strong smell of the elderly came through.

Thin, dry hair rubbed against the skin of my neck.

The old man turned his head to my face, opened his toothless mouth toward me, and sucked hard——

But the next moment.

The old man's body froze.

A black umbrella got stuck in her withered mouth.

The mouth couldn't be closed and nothing was sucked in.

"Old man, if you die, you are dead. The essence of a living person does not belong to you."

"Enter hell early and rest in peace early."

I said calmly.

Li Xiaohei got out of the black umbrella and glared at the old man fiercely.

The old man's eyes had never been opened. He bit the black umbrella mechanically and stiffly, and stayed motionless on my back.

The weight gradually decreased, and the old man returned to his original state of being as light as a dead leaf.

I calmly carried her on my back and continued walking forward.

Before taking two steps, there was a change ahead.

The corner of the second and third floors is here.

I stopped.

The flashlight shines upward.

At the end of the stairs are floors and walls that are even more weathered than the old man's face. The third floor seems to have never been repainted at all and remains as it was 30 years ago.

Although the wall skin has peeled off badly, you can still see the dark traces of the fire.

The tip of my nose smelled a faint burnt smell.

After a few glances, I carried the old man on my back and walked up to the third floor.

There were traces of being licked by the tongue of fire everywhere on the walls and the floor, large and large, like ugly scars.

The windows and doors were burned out, leaving only a few dark holes.

Even after all these years, the burnt smell still lingers.

Just by looking at this dilapidated and ferocious scene, one can imagine how big the fire was back then.

To be able to rescue people from such a fire, I don't know what kind of price it paid.

I followed Director Yang's instructions and turned left with the old man on my back.

Walking through the thick ashes, through the dilapidated corridor, we arrived at the door of the last room.

The dark doorway opened toward me.

I shined my flashlight into it.

In the charred and dilapidated room, the original furniture had been burned, and the floor was covered with debris and black ash.

A hospital bed stood alone in the center of the room.