Soul Patch

Chapter 132 M City Central Hospital

Death loomed over Wen Tianyi, and in his final moments, he thought of his wife and young Wenjie.

Wenjie is still so young. Even if he dies, he wants them to see him one last time.

With a single thought, a powerful will surged throughout his body.

His eyes were wide open yet he ignored everything, his ears were clear yet he was deaf, but with this powerful will, he desperately grasped his scattered thoughts and forcibly exited the system.

His spirit left his body along with his soul. Before his brain death, the scrolling text on the system interface gleamed with a cold, piercing light, as if carved by a knife and axe.

But he could never see it again.

After logging out of the system, he lay in his rented apartment, his eyes gently closed, his expression peaceful, as if he were asleep.

The horrific wounds and dripping blood on his body seemed to cause him no pain, and his wrists were tied together with an exquisite butterfly knot.

The butterflies are so lifelike, as if they possess a magical power, that one glance is enough to make them unforgettable.

[Patch Carrier 68: Wensheng was murdered during the fifth B-level mission, his life trajectory destroyed]

[If the patch carrier brings out an object that does not belong to this world, the system will generate an unknown error.]

……

Wenjie felt dizzy and his mind went blank.

He struggled, ran, and roared in the chaos... After an unknown amount of time, a door opened.

Sunlight instantly filled his eyes, its brocade-like light weaving the path beneath his feet.

That sparkling, dazzling light is clearly a story of time!

As time goes by, a towering figure gradually fades into the distance, leaving only his silhouette.

"Dad! Dad! Dad... Dad!"

Wenjie knelt on the ground, crying out in despair...

Gradually, the surrounding noise slowly gathered, "The patient's vital signs are stable, blood pressure 60/90, heart rate: 58 beats/min..."

"Help!"

Wenjie exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening suddenly, and he reached out with both hands to grab forward.

"what!"

The nurse next to him was taking Wenjie's temperature when he grabbed his arm tightly, which startled her.

"Let go! Hey! Let go!"

The look of astonishment in Wenjie's eyes gradually faded, and the nurse's white clothes were reflected in his pupils.

A nurse? So I'm in a hospital?

Watching the nurse deftly tap his forehead with the thermometer, she coldly said, "Director Zhang, the patient's temperature is 36.5 degrees Celsius."

The man addressed as Director Zhang was a middle-aged man in a white coat, slightly overweight, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

After listening to the temperature reading, he glanced at the monitor screen next to Wenjie and calmly instructed, "Yes, keep a close eye on him tonight."

After saying that, he turned and headed towards the door of the ward.

The nurse glanced at Wenjie on the hospital bed, then indifferently tilted her chin and pointed to the red button on the bedside table:

"Ring the bell if you need anything. It's right on your right, you can reach it with just a reach."

"Wait, nurse..." Wenjie quickly scanned the ward he was in, various thoughts popping into his mind:

Who brought me to the hospital? The police? And who called the police?

Where is Jia Nan?

And what about Andy, who impersonated Yang Shanshan?

Hearing Wenjie's mumbled words, the nurse stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and looked at Wenjie with a puzzled expression.

Wenjie's gaze, which was sweeping around, blatantly bypassed the nurse's face and lingered for a moment on her chest.

When the nurse noticed Wenjie's gaze shifting downwards and staring at a certain spot on her, she couldn't help but frown, about to question him.

Suddenly, Wenjie's murmured voice was heard: "M City Central Hospital?"

The young nurse glanced down at the words "Central Hospital" embroidered on the chest of her nurse's uniform, her furrowed brows relaxed, and she said softly:

"Yes, you were transferred from the East District Emergency Center... It seems you've been poisoned."

At this point, the nurse looked puzzled, and her voice became a little weaker: "The medical staff who transferred you to another hospital said that when the ambulance arrived at your house, you were the only one inside... Do you remember how you were poisoned?"

Wenjie was stunned by what the nurse said: "120 ambulance? Who called 120? Does the hospital have a record of it?"

“It’s you, Mr. Wen. The paramedics went downstairs to try to contact the family, but when they called back, no one answered. When they came inside, they found that it was your phone that was ringing… They also found this quite strange.”

The nurse's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.

Wenjie hurriedly asked, "Them? Who are they?"

"The police... everyone in the house except you is a police officer. The police also find it strange, it seems like you were the one who reported the incident..."

Wenjie was completely stunned. In a daze, he remembered that in the moment he lost consciousness, a figure suddenly appeared at the door and swung a red round can...

At that moment, a dark shadow reappeared before his eyes. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

His mind grew increasingly sluggish. He figured that if he were hit by this thing, he would definitely cry out in pain, but the world around him was completely silent, deathly still.

That figure felt familiar and warm, making him shed all his pretenses... So tired, so sleepy!

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself here—M City Central Hospital.

"Where are the police? Didn't you just say there were police in my house?" Wenjie pulled himself out of his reverie and asked the key question.

The nurse quickly went to the door, opened it, and said to the person at the door, "He's awake. From what I just talked to him, he's fully conscious and should be able to be questioned."

Two policemen entered the room one after the other. The officer in the lead was imposing and exuded a strong and capable air about him.

"Officer Gao Xiang, hello!" Wenjie's voice sounded weak and powerless.

The officers who arrived were Officer Gao Xiang from the East District and one of his colleagues.

Ah Xiang waved to Wen Jie, partly to greet him, and partly to tell Wen Jie not to stand on ceremony. He had been unconscious for several hours and had just regained some energy, so there was no need for him to keep asking about him.

He squinted at the nurse, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You're a professional, aren't you? Nurse Xiaojing is right. Wenjie recognizing me means he's definitely regained his senses."

The nurse, called Xiaojing, blushed and shyly twisted her body, speaking in a high-pitched, coquettish voice: "Thank you, Officer Gao, Officer Gao... would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat?"

Ah Xiang smiled apologetically at the nurse: "We have rules to follow while on duty... Sorry."

A colleague next to him deliberately bumped into A Xiang with his shoulder and winked at him.

"What are you doing! Get to work!" Ah Xiang said seriously.

The colleague, feeling slighted, walked over to Wenjie with a sullen face and shook hands with him.

"Hello Mr. Wen, my surname is Wang, and I am a police officer from the East District Police Station."

"Hello, Officer Wang!" Wenjie politely shook hands with Officer Wang.

Ah Xiang glanced towards the door and saw Nurse Xiao Jing staring at him with a lovesick look. He coughed and said seriously, "We'd like to speak with the client privately, what do you think..."

Nurse Xiaojing nodded hurriedly and replied in a flustered manner, "Please, please. If the patient has any problems, just press the call button... the call button is right by the bedside."

Xiao Jing pointed towards the head of the bed as she spoke.

(End of this chapter)