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Chapter 974 Departure (1)

The hospital is an extremely cold place.

Here, you can see all kinds of life, see all people's joys and sorrows, and life and death.

This is a place that no one wants to come to, but it is also a place where people squeeze in desperately in order to survive.

Here, everything is cold white.

The white hospital bed, the white walls, the white doctor, and the white diagnosis and treatment sheet symbolizing vital signs.

There are cold colors everywhere, making people unable to find a trace of warmth.

People in the intensive care unit are either trembling, unconscious, or howling in pain, and others are desperately trying to survive.

Here, the white walls seem to be able to isolate people from the colorful outside world, no matter how difficult they are to touch.

The word "survival" filled my mind, supporting my body, making it barely survive in the drops of cold medicine.

Pain and despair, as well as the warmth and desolation of human feelings, will be fully revealed in the face of serious illness.

No one knows what will happen in the next second, and no one knows how long they can survive.

Those fresh lives are struggling tenaciously, and finally will become lifeless words on the book, disappearing into the world and turning into dust.

And this is all that the God of Death is responsible for.

The god of death, the messenger of life who controls the life of one side of the world, wears black clothes all the year round, holds the book of life and death in his hand, and is responsible for leading one after another of the undead to leave this world, so that they can be reincarnated.

Reaper has a lot of work to do, but it's all the same.

Check the book of life and death, go to the place where the dying person is, wait for their life to fade to the last moment, and then take the dead soul away.

Cold and heartless, he didn't care about the cries and reluctance of life and death.

And the hospital, as a place where people die every day, is naturally a place where the god of death often visits.

Over and over again, taking the dead one by one.

The god of death can calmly watch the joys and sorrows in the hospital, while the book of life and death in his hand still continuously shows the people who are about to die.

This is the work of death, endless, already numb.

"Oh, mother, isn't the god of death very pitiful?"

The thin little girl was lying on a white hospital bed, with half of her face shrunk, and asked curiously.

Her mother touched her little head affectionately and said, "How can the god of death be pitiful? The god of death won't die, how wonderful it is."

The little girl's round eyes like a deer seemed to think it was the same reason, so she said with some fear, "Will the god of death take me away too?"

"If you take me away, will I not be able to go home?"

She is nervous.

Mother froze for a moment, turned her face away.

Seemingly thinking of something, tears gradually came to the corners of her eyes, "No, it won't."

"Our Xiaosui family will be safe every year, and death will not take you away!"

"The god of death will only take away those disobedient children. Our Xiao Sui is so obedient, so the god of death will not come."

"Really?" The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and patted herself cutely, "I don't want to go with death either."

"I want to be with my mother, I don't want to be separated from my mother!"

The mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes indiscriminately, and hummed, as if she was holding back her sadness. .

(End of this chapter)