Chapter 974 Departure (1)

The hospital is an extremely cold place.

Here, you can see all kinds of life, people's joys and sorrows, as well as life and death.

This is a place that no one wants to come to, but it is also a place where people squeeze in in order to survive.

Here, everything is cold white.

The white hospital bed, the white walls, the white doctor, and the white medical treatment sheet that symbolizes vital signs.

There are cold colors everywhere, leaving no feeling of warmth.

People in the intensive care unit are either trembling, unconscious, or wailing in pain, while others are desperately trying to survive.

Here, the white walls seem to be able to isolate people from the colorful outside world, no matter how difficult it is to touch.

The word "survival" filled my mind, supporting my body and barely surviving the drops of cold potion.

Pain and despair, as well as the warmth and sadness of human relationships, will be fully revealed in the face of serious illness.

No one knows what he will experience in the next second, and no one knows how long he can survive.

Those vivid lives, struggling tenaciously, will eventually turn into lifeless words on the book, disappear into the world, and turn into dust.

And this is what the God of Death is responsible for.

The God of Death, the messenger of life who controls the life of a place, wears black clothes all year round and holds the book of life and death in his hand. He is responsible for leading the undead one after another to leave this world, so that they can be reincarnated.

Death has a lot of work to do, but it's all the same.

Check the book of life and death, go to the place where the dying person is, wait for their life to fade to the last moment, and then take away the dead soul.

Cold and ruthless, not caring about the cries and reluctance of life and death.

And hospitals, as places where people die every day, are naturally places where the God of Death often visits.

Over and over again, taking away the dead one by one.

The God of Death can calmly watch the joys and sorrows in the hospital, but the book of life and death in his hand still continuously shows the people who are about to die.

This is the work of the God of Death, endless and numb.

"Ah, mother, isn't the God of Death very pitiful?"

The thin little girl was lying on the white hospital bed, shrinking half of her face, and asked curiously.

Her mother touched her little head lovingly and said, "How can the God of Death be pitiful? How wonderful that the God of Death will not die."

The little girl's round eyes like a deer seemed to think that this was the truth, so she said with some fear: "Then will the God of Death also take me away?"

"If you take me away, won't I be able to go home?"

She was nervous.

Mother was stunned for a moment and turned her face away.

As if she thought of something, tears gradually filled the corners of her eyes, "No, it won't happen."

"Our family, Xiao Sui, will be safe every year. The God of Death will not take you away!"

"The God of Death will only take away those disobedient children. Our little one is so good, the God of Death will not come."

"Really?" The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and patted herself cutely, "I don't want to go with the God of Death either."

"I want to be with my mother, I don't want to be separated from my mother!"

The mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes randomly and sighed, seeming to be holding back her sadness. .