Rebirth of the open female forensic doctor

Chapter 9 The messenger

The inpatient department at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night was quiet. Ye Fan put on a pseudo-spiritual talisman and walked out directly through the wall. There were two nurses at the front desk who were on duty at night. Nothing.

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

At this moment, an emergency is being carried out in the ward. The doctor on duty is calmly using the defibrillator to do first aid while anxiously looking at the electrocardiogram.

"Asynchronous electroconversion, three hundred joules."

The two nurses who were assisting next to him immediately started the operation. The doctor took the defibrillator to defibrillate the patient again, but the electrocardiogram machine still gave a rapid alarm, and finally made a long beep.

But the doctor didn't give up, and he said again in a heavy voice: "Asynchronous cardioversion, 360 joules."

Ye Fanpiao watched this scene in midair, without the novel excitement at the beginning, and felt a little uncomfortable. She saw that there was something similar to a funnel on the top of the patient's head, which was the countdown to the time of death, no matter how hard the doctor tried, the king Say you die in the third watch, who can keep people until the fifth watch.

As the last bit of the hourglass above the funnel falls, the drip...the ECG becomes a straight line.

The doctor took off his mask dejectedly, raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said with a straight mouth: "Announcement, time of death, 2018:24pm on April [-], [-]."

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

An old-faced deceased floated up from the hospital bed and stared blankly at the busy doctors and nurses below. Ye Fan, the newly appointed messenger, appeared at this time.

"Zhao Dajun, I'm your reincarnation messenger, number YF088, I will open the door to rebirth for you, please get ready." Ye Fan floated in front of Zhao Dajun, without any pre-employment training, she had to copy the previous reincarnation Her SB's opening remarks, but she couldn't be like SB, smiling in the face of death, which also gave Zhao Dajun time to react.

After a short 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. Looking at Ye Fan's peaceful eyes, he opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but In the end, it was just a sigh: "I'm ready, the messenger."

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

What a ghost, Ye Fan held the token in the palm of his hand, and said one more sentence: "Do you still have a wish?" After speaking, she wanted to slap her mouth. : Take over the rebirth, send it to the gate of rebirth, the merits are in hand, and the little life is saved!Don't be soft-hearted, don't be too troublesome, don't be self-righteous, if you are careless, you are welcome to the eighteenth hell!

Perhaps the obsession was too deep. When Zhao Dajun, who was originally calm, heard this, his spiritual body shook. When Ye Fan saw it, his bowels turned green, but don't let it happen.

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

Omg, ghost!

Ye Fan took a step back in horror, resisted the urge to turn his head and ran away, and kept reminding himself: I am a messenger, a mighty and domineering messenger, Namo Amitabha Buddha, God Jesus, the supreme guardian of Laojun body, bah!

After chanting a mess of spells, his trembling hands touched the spirit chain silently, and he was about to throw it out if something went wrong. Fortunately, Zhao Dajun did not act too aggressively, but just put on a terrifying grimace Looking at her eagerly, he said: "Master Messenger, I want to see my son, I want to know if my son is still in this world, and if he is living well. I, I have been looking for him for 22 years, March, and five days."

As he said that, Zhao Dajun remembered his son who had been missing for many years, the sadness of looking for his son all over the world these years, and cried while covering his face.There are no tears for the deceased, but the sadness is even more touching under this silent bitter cry.

A tearless cry shook Ye Fan's heart, and her eyes gradually became sour. The Yin spirit in front of her no longer made her sick and fearful. Only the mountain-like father's love was pressing down on her, and she couldn't refuse such an old father's last wish.

"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 chanted a spell, the token A whirlpool 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, turning into a light smoke into the token soul realm.

(End of this chapter)