Song Yingying: [I heard about your search for someone reminding me of my experience during my lifetime. Let me tell you what happened, and I hope it will help you a little.]

Song Yingying: [I am from Shannan. My life was very ordinary when I was a child. I never encountered supernatural events. Because the Internet was not yet developed at that time, I heard of the only weird stories that were the ghost stories of the school circulated among my classmates. Most of the content was incomplete and it was not scary in itself. It just kept the students away from the classrooms and other places in the weird stories.

[The turning point of the matter occurred in my second grade of junior high school, which is what I usually call the second grade of junior high school. It was about a little earlier, and after half a year, I still had irregular menstruation. When it was severe, I would have severe bleeding and I could only lie in bed and move. Because of this, my mother often took me to see a doctor. After searching all the doctors in Shannan but failed, she inquired from many sources and found an old doctor in Shannan who had relocated to Yaocheng after retirement. During the summer vacation, she took me to Yaocheng, rented a house in Yaocheng, and lived in temporarily.

[Because of the second-year middle school, I often felt that I had an incurable disease and would die of a bloody death one day. I even thought about the "poor and beautiful" death scene in which I lay on the princess' bed with blood under my body. I imagined that in real life, I often got angry with my parents, talked back, and quarreled. I even once threw chopsticks and bowls at them, and insulted them without saying anything.

[Now, I thought, I had an emotional breakdown and had psychological problems at that time. But in that era, psychologists were only found in foreign TV dramas, and the domestic understanding of psychotherapy was only at the level of binding the madman in martial arts. My parents also had no idea about this, just thought it was my rebelliousness during puberty and had a very bad temper. They would beat and scold me because of anger and disappointment. In the words of neighbors and relatives, our family was in chaos all day at that time.

[Nevertheless, my mother tried her best to take me to see a doctor. When I gave up on myself and refused treatment, she took me to Yaocheng and found the old doctor.

[The old doctor has retired and no longer sees the doctor. He may have been really experienced. He gave my mother advice on treatment and medication and recommended us to see another doctor. My mother thanked me for my thanks, but I lowered my head and looked stern. I didn't listen to the doctor's words and was unwilling to cooperate with the treatment. After leaving the old doctor, my mother pushed me to a local Grade A hospital in Yaocheng, and went to an expert clinic. During the inspection, she repeated the old doctor's opinions to the expert. They discussed for a long time, and finally decided to let me be admitted to the hospital for treatment for one month, to take care of my body, to see the menstrual period during this period, and then do the next diagnosis and treatment.

[I was reluctantly locked up in the hospital.

[The ward was Barenji. The hardware conditions of the hospital at that time were not good. Barenji ward meant that it was dirty and messy. People came in and out every day, making noises. The people in the same ward were all adult women, much older than me, and had many common topics with my mother, but I ignored them. Their comments on me and the comfort of my mother came into my ears, which only made me even more angry.

[In the hospital, the daily examinations, controlled diet and medication made me even more uncomfortable. I felt like there was a fire in my heart and there was nowhere to vent. In addition, smartphones were not popular at that time, and even mobile phones were high-end products. The only old-fashioned TV in the ward was occupied by others. When I came, my mother only brought me summer homework and didn’t even have a novel. My life in the hospital was very depressed.

[My mental state should have further slid down at that time and fell to a very bad point.

[The turn of the matter happened ten days after admission. That day, my father came from my hometown and brought me my first laptop in my life. He also bought a few game combination disks and animation collections at a street stall. My mother was beating him, but she did not confiscate the notebook and only strictly stipulated the time for me to use. I felt that my hospitalization was getting better.

[The hospital also played a role in the conditioning and treatment of my body. My period has come, and there is no hemorrhage this time, and the abdominal pain is relatively mild. After the examination, it is shown that all the physical indicators are within the normal value. The doctor said that after observing for a while, I will be discharged from the hospital. After I go home, I will continue to take the medicine for a period of time, pay attention to the regularity of my life, and keep it going.

[Everything is developing in a better place. My mood gradually calmed down in those days.

【What I want to tell you happened at this time.

[That was the third day after my period ended, the second to last day before I was discharged from the hospital. My mother had already bought the ticket for her return and packed her luggage. My father planned to come to Yaocheng the next day, and the family of three would travel in Yaocheng for a day before returning to her hometown in Shannan.

【The plan is perfect, no one thinks something will happen.

[That night, I was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, and suddenly I heard footsteps. The footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and could be heard from a very distant location, approaching one by one, as if stepping in my ears. I woke up in a daze. I didn't feel scary at the time, but I thought there was another patient in the ward. The doctor and nurse were busy.

[I forgot to say that I live in a gynecological ward, which is separate from the ward of the mother, but the internal and surgical departments are not separated. There are patients who have undergone surgery, and there are patients who are admitted to the hospital for observation of medication and ventilators like me. Sometimes the surgery is busy, and from early morning to midnight, the lights are on in the ward all night, nurses keep coming in and out, and the monitoring instruments keep ringing.

[I was not surprised to be awakened. Because of the improvement of my mood, I was a little helpless. I was glad that I was about to be discharged from the hospital and could be relieved from this environment.

[This sigh did not last long. When I turned over and prepared to continue sleeping, I heard the footsteps entering my ward.

[My hospital bed is in the middle of the left hand side after entering the room. On my left hand side is the patient who was undergoing surgery, and on the right hand side is the patient who was treated with medication like me. After the footsteps came in, they walked straight towards me and stopped outside the curtain of my hospital bed, and did not walk to the bed of the patient who was undergoing surgery.

[I just thought he had admitted the wrong bed. When he gently lifted a corner of the curtain and the cold wind blew in, I looked at him casually, trying to remind him that he had gone wrong.

[The projection of someone on the blue curtain looks very familiar. The man did not walk in, nor looked inside, but only showed one hand and lifted the curtain. The hand looked very familiar. I saw the ring on the ring finger of the left hand. It was an old style gold ring with no patterns and it looked unsupervised for a long time.

[Just as I was identifying it, the man took a step forward and blocked the gap where the curtain was lifted.

[I looked at the other person unexpectedly. Because she was not the doctor and nurse I expected, but my mother.

【I asked a little sleepy: Are you out?

[She didn't answer, but just looked at me indifferently, walked into the curtain, turned around and pulled the curtain.

[I didn't take this seriously and was ready to go to bed.

[There was a rustling sound from behind me. She seemed to be rumbling through the cabinets and looking for something. I muttered, asking her to do something tomorrow morning and I wanted to go to bed. The movement behind me did not stop. I was so quarrel that I couldn't sleep. My bad temper came back and turned around to call her to stop, but I saw her bent over and dragging the notebook she had packed during the day from the travel bag under the bed.

[I didn't understand why, and asked her in confusion what she was going to do. Only then did I see her face clearly. Her eyes were cold, and she held the notebook in both hands and raised it high until it was raised above her head. She was like a giant, and the shadow of her body completely enveloped me.

[I kept looking at her blankly. I felt fear only when her hands quickly swung down and the notebook hit my lower abdomen.

[The sound of a hard object hitting his body is so unfamiliar. The pain is also unfamiliar, which is completely different from the pain during menstruation and the fear during blood collapse.

【My eyes turned black and I almost fainted when the second heavy shot fell.

[Then the third step, awakening my consciousness.

[I raised my hand to stop it, but I no longer had the strength to raise my hand. I could feel my body bleeding, which was different from the feeling of blood gushing out during menstruation. The feeling of dying made me feel fear, my heart beat faster, and my blood also accelerated.

[I saw her wipe off the blood stained on her laptop and put the notebook back into her luggage bag. She packed up her things and quietly watched me as she was passing by her life. I couldn't notice her hatred. She seemed to be just doing something very ordinary. She was observing my death.

[I was very confused, painful, and also very guilty. What I was thinking at that moment was whether my mother hated me for being so unreasonable and wanted to kill me? I felt my lips moving and wanted to question, but just like I could not escape or call for help, I couldn't speak.

[She moved at this time. She leaned over, held my head with both hands, and put her ears on my mouth.

[I remember I tried very hard to ask why. Tears were pouring out from the corners of my eyes.

[She looked in my eyes and held my head and went deep into the back of my head. I could feel the cold fingers touching my brain.

[There are only one sentence in my mind: "Why".

[When I came to my senses, I heard my mother's scream. The doctors and nurses crowded into the ward, and the patients and families in the same ward were in a mess. They surrounded my bed and looked at my body.

[It is different from the sad and beautiful death I imagined. At least, I didn't shed so much blood, and the whole bed was not dyed red.

[I thought about this in a daze, and then heard the exclamations of people around me. My mother fainted and collapsed to the ground. She was carried out of the ward by several people. I followed along and saw the doctor giving her first aid and saw her in a daze after waking up.

[What happened later is similar to the current online medical news. There was not such a developed Internet in that era, nor so many self-media and professional lawsuits. My parents just kept pestering the doctors who treated me, including the retired doctor, who would block the hospital leaders' office and ask for an explanation.

[My mood is extremely complicated. I don’t know if I am angry, sad, or painful, or hatred.

[My body was sent for an autopsy and no trauma was found. Everything seemed like an accident. I just had a sudden heavy bleeding. The doctor did not expect that my mother also happened to go to the bathroom. I died in a short time and missed the rescue time.

[I had just died at that time, and no one was in charge to tell me what the world would be like after death. I escaped from that hospital and didn't want to go home, so I just wandered around the streets of Yaocheng.

[I can feel that as time goes by, my soul is gradually collapsing. When the first winter solstice after my death came and I obeyed my instinct to return to my hometown in Shannan, I found that my mother was pregnant again. My father and she treated the little life that had not yet been born carefully. My emotions fell into the bad situation at the beginning. My sixth sense told me that I would hurt them when I stayed here. I left home and never went back.

[I wandered on the streets of Yaocheng and by chance, I found a place to live. There, someone taught and guided me, and someone chatted with me and played with me. I never told my partner the cause of my death. They would not ask about my death.

[I endure pain every year on the winter solstice. It’s not just me. I have friends like me who don’t want to return home. We are all people who have no home. The reasons are different and we don’t even talk.

[I thought my future was the same experience every year, avoiding painful memories. When I heard about you, something different emerged in my memory.

【At the moment I died, I must have seen something.

[The person holding my head seemed to have changed. It was no longer my mother. I vaguely remember that it became a male doctor in a white coat.

[I don’t know if this is a memory I made up after escaping the past for many years. Or, I really saw something at that time.

【If it is the latter】

Song Yingying: [That hospital is Yaocheng Central Hospital.

[In the more than ten years after my death, I have never heard of any strange talk in the central hospital. Perhaps, none of the people killed by him can see the truth of death clearly. Perhaps, this is my own conclusion.]

Song Yingying: [I hope my experience can help you and myself.]

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Yaocheng Central Hospital is one of the more than 30 Grade A hospitals in Yaocheng. It is the most famous gynecology department. It is one of the top major hospitals in Yaocheng and can also be included in the "heard of" category in the country. In addition to this, other departments are average.

Fang Xiaotian was sent to the central hospital for emergency treatment because the nearest Grade A hospital at the scene was the central hospital.

The two victims, the one who was slightly injured, died suddenly, and the one who was seriously injured was lying down and woke up. This situation is not a strange thing for the hospital, but it is more troublesome for the police who are still investigating the case and waiting for the victim to wake up to provide assistance.

The policeman guarding Lu Yu's ward was a newcomer who had just been in the office for two years. He thought that this job was not difficult, but the criminal accomplices who were guarding him did not appear and the victim died.

Lin Youde can only sigh at the impermanence of the world and fragility of life.

Think about it again, it is rare that such a vicious case occurred in Yaocheng. The murderer was not caught, and only one of the victims survived, and it seemed that someone had put a heavy burden on his shoulders.

In his spare time, he also talked with his master whether to change Fang Xiaotian's hospital. However, changing another hospital may not guarantee the rescue of the patient, and it is certain that he has to worry about the patient. If a person dies, it is definitely the fault of changing the hospital. This idea can only be given up.

Of course, if you want to say that the pressure is heavy, Captain Huang is more stressful. The team is responsible for more than this series of family killing cases, as well as the case of teachers who had not caught the murderer before being killed and students being attacked; the Jinrong Building arson murder case, which could not be found at all...

Yaocheng seemed to suddenly turn the world upside down and become dangerous.
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