All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the early morning, Hexi's morning light fell on people, and the cool morning breeze blew in, making people feel comfortable.

The temperature in Jiujiang has dropped a lot because of heavy rains for several days.

Even if the torrential rain has disappeared, the temperature has not yet risen, and it is still in a comfortable interval.

So there are many people walking in the morning, and there are also many people in front of the hospital.

Busy medical staff, patients who come and go, although this hospital is private, it has spent a lot of money to dig out many powerful old doctors from public hospitals, and are willing to spend money to buy facilities, so it has a reputation.

There are many patients who are willing to come here to see a doctor.

In such a busy schedule, a slightly hunched old man walked into the hospital building.

In the flow of people coming and going, the presence of this old man is not conspicuous.

She is carrying an insulated lunch box, like a family member who delivers meals to the patient. There are many such family members in the hospital.

So no one noticed her.

Even if one or two patients or medical staff passed by her, they smelled a faint **** smell, but in hospitals, the smell of disinfectant water is even more pungent.

And it's not surprising that people in the hospital have a faint smell of blood.

The old man walked directly into the inpatient department with his head down and his back humped.

The faint smell of blood still hovered around her.

The old man seemed to be looking for something.

Standing at the gate of the inpatient department and looking at it, the old man walked directly toward the stairs without taking the elevator next to him.

The first floor, the second floor, and the third floor.

The old man lowered his head and slowly climbed the stairs. Whenever she stood at the top of the stairs, she would pause for a while, standing on the edge of the corridor and looking around.

But it seems that every time she did not find the ward she was going to.

Finally, when she dragged her aging tired body to the seventh floor, she stopped.

This floor is the highest floor of the inpatient department and also the floor where the single ward is located.

The entire floor of the ward is decorated very luxuriously and spaciously, with a wide view. Even the decoration on the corridor is more high-end than the downstairs.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the old man cast his eyelids down and glanced at his side blankly.

By her side, there was nothing but nothing.

But she seemed to see something.

Then the old man nodded.

Her gaze followed something void, and her body was moving slowly.

In his hand, he carried the insulated lunch box.

One step, one step, one step... the old man walked slowly down the corridor.

On the quiet promenade, no noise can be heard.

She passed through ward doors that were closed or opened one after another. One of the ward doors was hung with the name "Ying Sixue".

The old man did not stop and continued to walk forward.

But her eyes calmly glanced in the ward.

In the ward, it was empty, there was no one, and the bed was neatly nested, and no one could be seen.

It seems that the patient in the ward has gone out.

The old man continued to walk forward without stopping.

She walked to the duty desk and asked in a very strong accent, "Does Older Wu live on this floor?"

Behind her, the door of the ward with Ying Sixue's name hung at the door, and it opened a slit silently...

On the duty desk, seeing the old man in front of them, the two young nurses were taken aback for a moment, and they couldn't understand the old man's dialect.

The head nurse on the side managed to understand a little bit and said, "Auntie, there is no patient named Wu Lao Er on this floor."

The old man didn’t understand, and continued to ask in a strong local dialect, “Isn’t he living on the seventh floor of the inpatient department of Chang Chinese Hospital? Why isn’t he here?”

The head nurse communicated with her for a long time before she understood helplessly, "Auntie, the Chang Chinese Hospital is in the south of the city, and ours is the north of the city. You went to the wrong hospital."

"But my family said to take bus No. 29 to the terminal and get off at the Chang Chinese Hospital. I took bus No. 29."

The head nurse thought for a while, and said, "No. 29 bus... um... Auntie, near the hospital is the ** stop of No. 29 bus, not the terminal station. Did you take the wrong direction? The bus is not only at the terminal station. I just stopped, and I have to stop and rest at the ** station."

After a few simple exchanges, the two sides struggled for a long time.

The local dialects of Jiangxi are very complicated, and often the dialects of the two towns across the river will be different.

Even the head nurse of a native of Jiangxi doesn't understand the dialect with a strong accent of the old man in front of him, so he has to keep asking.

Finally, the old man nodded suddenly and said, "So...I took the wrong direction? Then I go back to the place where I got off and take the 29th bus to the terminal again?"

"Right right, Auntie, you can take that bus."

The head nurse said something badly, and after talking about it, he managed to make the old man understand.

The old man thanked the three nurses, then turned and left with her insulated lunch box.

She buckled her waist, lowered her head, and walked in the direction of the elevator.

When she passed the ward with Ying Sixue's name sign, the door of the ward opened silently, and something slipped out.

Then the door of the ward was closed again.

There was a faint smell of blood on the old man who continued to walk forward.

Just like when she came, she walked through the entire corridor with a difficult step, looking like she would fall at any time.

Finally, the old man stopped at the elevator door.

The down button was pressed.

And the elevator just went up from the first floor.

The numbers continue to rise.

The second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor... the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and someone got off the elevator.

But at that moment, the old man's brow suddenly frowned.

She looked at the air around her suddenly, the expression on her face changed in vain, as if she had received some warning.

She looked at the elevator door in front of her again. There seemed to be a terrifying demon hidden in the closed elevator door, which would tear open the door and rush out as the elevator rises.

The old man quickly retreated to the side stairs, planning to leave.

However, when she just looked downstairs, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs on the fifth and sixth floors.

Who is walking from the fifth floor to the sixth floor?

If she were to go down the stairs now, she would definitely collide with each other!

In the air, there was a cold breath.

The old man looked at the elevator.

At this time, the number of elevators has begun to rise.

The sixth floor, the seventh floor...the speed of the elevator's ascent is not slow.

Finally, with a ding sound, the elevator door opened.

Two young men, a man and a woman, walked out of the elevator.

"Huh?!" The burly Yang Xuming swept around vigilantly when he stepped out of the elevator.

However, in the empty hallway, no people can be seen.

You can't even see ghosts.

The ghost fire burning in the palm of his hand that he kicked in his trouser pocket did not dissipate.

He is still vigilant about everything in front of him.

After getting out of the elevator, Yang Xuming still didn't notice anything.

He turned his head and looked at Ying Sixue next to him.

The eyes of the two of them intertwined, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

——No ghost raisers were found.

In order to prevent the ghost raiser from following Li Zi's body to find them, Ying Sixue set up a small mechanism.

She has installed surveillance cameras in her ward, which can capture 80% of the area in the room.

And the door of the ward is also equipped with a warning device. When the device is opened, as long as the door of the ward is pushed open, Ying Sixue will be notified.

This was originally just a back hand for the sake of safety, no one expected that there would really be a ghost raiser to come to the door.

However, just now, when Ying Sixue and the others were in the hospital building during their physical examination, Ying Sixue's mobile phone suddenly received a warning that something had pushed the door of her ward!

But the surveillance cameras installed in the room did not capture anything.

There was no one in the ward, but the door was slightly opened and closed again.

It looked like it was blown away by the wind.

But the good news, will there be such a strong wind on the seventh floor blowing the door of the ward?

The three of them rushed to the inpatient department immediately and successfully rushed to the inpatient department building before the door of the ward opened and closed again and the things that entered inside left.

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue took the elevator directly to the seventh floor, and Yue Zhentao walked up the ladder from the first floor.

The two sides plan to meet on the seventh floor and block all the escape routes of the ghost-raiser.

Even if it is a ghost raiser, it is always a mortal body.

The height of the seventh floor is definitely not something the other party can easily escape!