Since he came here, he felt faintly feel that an invisible sense of oppression, similar to the sense of oppression before the outbreak of the spiritual disaster, is full of every corner of the corner here.

He and Yu Hen followed the nurse and quickly walked to an iron door on the far right.

"It's right here. It's not yet time for Ms. Quan He to wake up. You can visit her through the viewing window, but you can't go in." The nurse warned her very responsibly.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll ring the bell for you in a minute. Thank you, Xiaofang." Yuhen reached out and gently squeezed the nurse's hand and winked.

The nurse licked her lips ambiguously, turned around and left alone.

Yu Hong on the side: "."

After coming back to his senses, he walked to the iron door, opened the viewing window above, and looked inside.

Inside a white coffin-like rectangular box lay a thin old man with white hair.

The old man wears a breathing valve on his face, and various monitoring instruments on the side are constantly beating with various fluctuation patterns.

"I can feel an invisible, mental fluctuation." Yu Hong whispered.

"Why can't I feel it?" Yu Hen frowned and looked around to make sure that he really couldn't feel anything.

"Uncle, people will only react to what they can see." Yu Hong explained euphemistically.

This sentence has both inner and outer meanings that are somewhat obscure.

"Haha." Yu Hen glared at him and immediately stepped forward and knocked on the iron door.

clang clang clang.

"Senior, it's Yu Hen, I'm here to see you!" he said loudly.

"It's Xiao Henzi." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded naturally from the two people's heads.

"!!?" Yu Hong opened his eyes and instantly looked up at Quan He in the ward.

I saw that Quan He Zhenjun, who had closed his eyes just now, had actually opened his eyes at this time.

A pair of deep, dark eyes stared here.
Chapter completed!