With a relaxed mood, Nalan Xiner knocked on the door of the small clinic.

Quietly in the small clinic, she yelled twice, "Fatty Doctor, are you there?" "Sister Nurse, are you there?"

No one answered.

Dust fell on the fat doctor's desk, the visit record on it was still open, and a pen was scattered beside.

Nalan Xin'er stepped forward and took a look. The date was written more than ten days ago, the day after she last visited the small clinic.

She frowned and murmured: "It's really an unreliable little clinic. If you say it is closed, it will be closed, and if you say it is closed, it will be closed...Where did you go to travel? Don't post a notice at the door..."

He picked up the pen and left a note to Doctor Fatty, telling him that she didn't want malachite, and his tortoise shell naturally belonged to her. If in doubt, call her.

Turning around to leave, Nalan Xiner suddenly stopped.

Something is wrong.

It's very wrong.

If Fatty Doctor goes on a trip, why isn't the door of the small clinic locked?

Although there is only one doctor and one nurse in the clinic, you won't be so rushed before you leave, and you don't even tidy up the desk, right?

Nalan Xin'er turned around suspiciously, always feeling that there was an indescribable smell in the air...

She opened the curtain and walked to the inner room.

The inner room is a simple examination room with some instruments and a bed for patients to lie down for examination.

When Nalan Xin'er saw some instruments, she remembered that she had been to the small clinic several times before and was fooled by the fat doctor, saying that the uncle might be Xiao Dingding, and she might accidentally become pregnant.

Thinking about it now, it's so funny.

quack! Pit goods!

Sweeping her gaze across the floor, her smile suddenly condensed on her lips.

A piece of white clothing was exposed at the foot of the bed.

That is the doctor's white coat!

Nalan Xin'er's heartbeat tightened suddenly, and a very bad premonition grabbed her heart.

"Hurry up!-it's too late to leave now!"

"Don't be curious! The more you know, the faster you die."

"Follow your nostalgia--everyone cleans up the snow, don't care about others' frost!"

All the above thoughts flashed through her mind.

However, she still stepped to the foot of the bed.

Although Dr. Fatty is a scam, his attitude towards her is not bad. He didn’t lie to her, and he didn’t prescribe any messy medicine. He also honestly helped her test the shrimp dumplings. Toxin... Honestly, that fat man is not too bad.

At least during those days waiting for the test results, she gave her a hope and a reassurance.

If you pretend not to see it at this moment, then it's not her Nalan Xiner's style.

Steps, towards the foot of the bed, approaching step by step.

She leaned down and looked into the dark corner inside the foot of the bed.

At this look, I was shocked in a cold sweat!

A man's body, dressed in a white coat, lay stiffly in the corner, unable to see from the outside because of the cover of the bed.

Nalan Xin'er stroked her heart, gathered courage, pulled him out of the white coat.

Now you can see clearly, the man's chubby face, sunken cheeks, blue complexion, raised eyes... no breathing!

This is the Fat Doctor.

To be precise, this is the body of Doctor Fatty.

Her heart thumped, thumped violently, and the question was-what corpse could lie under the bed without decay for more than ten days? !

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