Sister, you miss me

Fang Jiuwen kept shook his head along the way: "I was afraid of death and chose to jump off the building. As a result, I really fell to death. You said that..." Stepping into the intensive care unit, he was stunned.

Fang Jiuwen looked at the broken window glass, door glass, instrument glass, and Yang Feng who was snoring against the wall, frowning, "What's the matter, this room is the most damaged?"

Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian exchanged glances and nodded: "Yes."

"But this instrument glass..." Fang Jiu asked a little puzzled, so he shook his head, too lazy to think, took a few steps forward, took Xiong Wei's right hand, and pressed her veins.

After a while, Fang Jiuwen sighed and said: "It's cold on the ground, wake up Xiao Yang and go to bed."

"Ah!" The two girls nodded with a smile.

...

Five kilometers north of Jianmen Pass, the police had already pulled out of the isolation zone.

The scene was crowded with comrades from the seismic station, comrades from the weather station, and comrades from the police. The Ninth Bureau came the latest.

A group of middle-aged men with big bellies suddenly felt a little disapproved when they saw two charming young girls in the ninth round.

However, the two girls are wearing black tight-fitting trench coats, one with short, dry hair and a cold expression, the other with long soft hair and a sweet smile.

A black-skin work permit bluffed a bunch of big men.

Guoan, that is a mysterious place for thieves.

Moreover, I learned from a senior police officer that this short-haired girl turned out to be the head of the Ninth Bureau.

As a result, several public officials in various departments dare not make a mistake.

Director Zhao of the Ninth Bureau and Xia Xun were condescending and watched the scene.

The Zhuan family of the seismic station said: "With a radius of five miles, the vegetation is burnt, a piece of scorched earth, and in the center, there is a scorched pit of ten meters in diameter.

The brickman of the weather station said: "Everyone tends to meteorites, but where are the meteorites?"

Director Zhao of the Ninth Bureau was just about to express his opinion. He glanced at the media who were working hard outside the isolation zone, frowned, and said, "Please leave these media and the people watching the excitement."

The tone was light, but there was no doubt that the police at the scene immediately went to make arrangements.

Of course the media and the public refused to leave. What a new thing, what a lively thing, and getting first-hand information, bragging has capital.

However, when the police said that "national security" was involved, the media and the public reluctantly left.

Director Zhao of the Ninth Bureau frowned: "Experts, according to your statement, earthquakes can be ruled out first. May I think so?"

The brick family at the seismic station was the first to nod: "Yes, it is definitely not an earthquake."

The brick family of the weather station said: "What would it be? If it is a meteorite, the satellite should be able to photograph it, and there should be debris on the ground."

"What's in the pit?" Xia Xun asked.

"Nothing. Except for sintered dirt."

"Sintered clay?"

"Yes, high temperatures can sinter the soil."

Director Zhao thought for a while: "Xiao Xun, collect some soil and take it back for analysis."

Before he could say anything, the police led in a man dressed as an artist, with a horse face and pony tail, wearing a traveler outfit and holding a photo in his hand.

"Director Zhao, this person wants to see you." The policeman said.

"What's the matter?" Director Zhao looked at the visitor.

"That's it. I'm a travel friend and a photography enthusiast. I captured the scene at that time."

Director Zhao took the photo, and Xia Xun leaned over immediately. The photo was a polaroid photo. The background was the majestic Jianmenguan, and the sky was pure as a wash. There were only palm-sized dark clouds, and an electric snake hung from the center of the dark clouds. As if the end of the world is coming.

"What about the camera? Are there negatives and memory cards? What else did you see?" Director Zhao asked three questions in a row.

The art man shook his head: "The camera was ruined. There was no film or memory card. At that moment, the electric snake was dancing wildly. My eyes were blank and my ears couldn't hear any sound."

"Great sound!" said the brick family of the weather station.

Director Zhao said: "Leave a contact information! If you have any questions, we will contact you. Please cooperate."

"There is no problem with cooperation, but..." The art man looked at the photo in Director Zhao's hand, "Can you give me that, I haven't had time to remake it."

"No." Director Zhao said without hesitation.

The art man was "invited" out, and left in frustration.

Director Zhao looked at the leading experts present, and she raised an index finger: "A requirement. Before there is a unified caliber, no unit or department has the right to give any explanation to the outside world."

After finishing speaking, she pointed to a high-level police officer and said: "Before explaining to the public, your police are responsible for this place, and no other people are allowed to enter."

After the explanation, Director Zhao left with Xia Xun.

On the Mitsubishi Pajero with the special license of the Security Bureau, Director Zhao asked: "Xiaoxun, what do you think of this matter?"

"I can't tell Zhao Ju. The deep pits and the surrounding burns are all in line with the characteristics of a meteorite fall. However, no meteorite was found, and there is still that picture."

"Xiao Kaoru, don't forget that we are in the ninth round. If it's just a meteorite, what shall we do?"

"Zhao Ju, are you saying it's another supernatural event?"

"I'm not good, but I always feel that maybe from that photo, I can find some answers."

...

Back to the Ninth Bureau, the most professional staff used the most professional software to zoom in on the photos and enhance the pixels. Director Zhao and Xia Xun looked at them, and couldn't move their eyes anymore.

Under the violently dancing electric snake, a man has all his beard and hair.

"What is the result of the soil test?" Director Zhao couldn't help asking.

A female subordinate came hurriedly holding the test sheet: "Zhao Ju, there is burnt protein in the sintered soil."

"Can you be sure that there is a living thing?"

"It should be certain."

Director Zhao nodded: "Everyone has worked hard, so let's stop here for the time being and disband."

Being struck by lightning would definitely not make such a big movement. Is it really the legendary punishment, then this person has been wiped out?

In the Director's Office, Director Zhao put his cheeks on his cheeks, thinking sadly.

...

Yang Feng bounced off the hospital bed suddenly, shouting "Xiao Wei".

"Brother, you are awake." Qin Xue took a deep look at Yang Feng and said, "Xiao Wei is still in the intensive care unit, but Dean Fang has been here several times, and he said that there is something to tell you."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Two days and two nights."

"Crap!" Yang Feng couldn't wait to get out of bed and rushed all the way to the intensive care unit. Seeing Xiong Wei who was still lying there motionless, Yang Feng put a heart back in his stomach.

Putting on sterile clothes at the door, Yang Feng walked in, came to Xiong Wei, took one of her hands, and began to pulse.

After a long while, Yang Feng put down Xiong Wei's arm and sighed, leaving the intensive care unit with a lonely expression.

When he arrived at the door of the dean's office, Yang Feng knocked on the door, and when he heard "come in", he pushed the door and walked in.

"Xiao Yang, you wake up, come and sit down."

"Ah." Yang Feng sat on the hospitality sofa.

Fang Jiuwen walked over and sat next to Yang Feng and poured him a glass of water. Then he said: "Xiao Yang, you are still young. When you reach my age, you will know that human abilities are really limited and there are many things. It is not based on human will. I don’t know what the patient’s relationship is with you, but I can see that you value her very much.”

"She is my sister!" Yang Feng said with red eyes and lips.

Fang Jiuwen nodded: "She has been working very hard until now. We, especially you, have done our best. You have a clear conscience, and you will look a little bit more open about some things."

Yang Feng raised his red eyes and looked at Fang Jiu. After a while, he asked, "Is there still no matching bone marrow?"

"It doesn't make sense anymore." Fang Jiu asked shook his head.

"President Fang, what do you mean..."

"If you agree, the patient can be discharged from the hospital."

"Yep?"

"Let her go home, let her return to her loved ones, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots."

Yang Feng slowly but resolutely shook his head: "Dean Fang, I appreciate your kindness, but I must accompany Xiaowei to the last second, because I firmly believe that there is hope for persistence. There is a miracle."

"Then... okay." Fang Jiuwen saw that Yang Feng insisted on doing this, and did not persuade him.

For the next two days, Yang Feng remained undressed and stayed by Xiong Wei, and Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian took turns to deliver every meal of his, but he basically did not move.

When Wang Bingqian brought dinner, she looked a little excited when she saw the breakfast still there, "Yang Feng, why do you want this? Xiaowei didn't want to see you like this. You not only ruin yourself, but also others, how old are you, The temples are actually gray?"

"Hush—" Yang Feng made a silent gesture, shook his head, his face was painful: "Qianqian, there is still one day, maybe two days, Xiao Wei and she... you just let me stay with her quietly ."

Wang Bingqian's tears kept flowing, she kept wiping it off, and she said: "Well, let's be together, we'll be with her together."

Another early morning, because it was Saturday, Wang Datong and the three had to come over.

Standing outside the guard room, I saw the three of Yang Feng sitting against the wall. Yang Feng stared at a pair of blood-red eyes. Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian leaned on his shoulders and took a nap.

Seeing this scene, the three exchanged their eyes and sighed at the same time, but they did not go in and disturb the three.

Before long, Fang Jiuwen led a group of doctors and nurses over.

Because everyone was wearing white lab coats and did not go in for the time being, Fang Jiuwen explained to everyone through the glass: "This is a patient suffering from leukemia, and her condition has reached the end. In other words, her young life is gone. At the end, look at her heart rate and blood pressure..."

Suddenly, Fang Jiuwen's eyes widened, and he walked into the monitoring room desperately, staring at the instruments for monitoring vital signs, shaking his head and muttering: "Impossible, it's impossible. Yesterday obviously..."

The director of the oncology department also walked in and said softly, "Dean Fang, what's wrong?"

Ecstasy surged on Fang Jiuwen's face: "Check, and perform a comprehensive check on the patient immediately."

Two hours later, the inspection result came out. Fang Jiuwen took the result and came to Yang Feng with a dumb face, laughing.

"Dean Fang, you are..." Yang Feng rubbed his cheeks to make himself more energetic, and Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian were also sober at the same time.

"Good news, great news, through examination, Xiaowei's physical signs are gradually returning to normal, and the cancer cells in her body are gradually dying, miracle, miracle!"

"What?" Yang Feng burst into tears suddenly, he hurriedly looked out the window, and the haze of the northern capital became brighter in the misty tears.