Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

"Lan Xiaomei" immediately stood up, took out a syringe, grabbed Nie Xiaoxiao's hand that was receiving an IV drip, and skillfully turned on the switch, pushing the liquid into the syringe.

After a short wait, the readings on the instruments gradually returned to normal, and the door to the ward was pushed open again. It was Pei Wen who came in.

He had already taken off his surgical gown and was wearing a white coat, his face showing anxiety: "What do we do? She won't make it. She didn't even meet the requirements for surgery in the first place..."

Lan Xiaomei glanced at Nie Xiaoxiao expressionlessly and said calmly, "Don't worry, she can hold on for a while."

At this moment, Yuan Xiaoxuan's voice had changed without her realizing it. Shen Qingchan looked at the scene in her left eye and heard the cold voice of the middle-aged woman in her ear.

Pei Wen looked at her uncertainly: "Really? Can you make it through the checkup?"

Lan Xiaomei, limping, walked up to Pei Wen, took his hand, and gently patted the back of his hand to comfort him, saying, "Whether you can pull through or not has nothing to do with you. Your surgery was already perfect."

He was thrilled to receive his mother's approval, and the fatigue from the several hours of surgery vanished in an instant: "Then I'll continue with the next surgery."

Lan Xiaomei nodded: "Go ahead, I'll take care of this little guy."

Pei Wen left with peace of mind, leaving only Nie Xiaoxiao and "Lan Xiaomei" in the ward.

As the anesthesia wore off, Nie Xiaoxiao regained some strength and softly asked, "Doctor... I want to see my mother."

Lan Xiaomei sneered, "See your mother? Your mother hates you so much, why would you want to see her?"

Nie Xiaoxiao felt as if someone had poked a hole in her lungs, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

She kept muttering, "Mom hates me... but I feel like I can't hold on anymore, I'm going to heaven... I won't be able to see Mom anymore."

Lan Xiaomei suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to heaven?"

Nie Xiaoxiao hesitated: "I want to... but I don't want to. I can't bear to leave my mother, but this place is no fun at all. I hate hospitals."

"What's there to be reluctant about? After a few decades in heaven, your mother will come to find you, and by then, she might not hate you anymore."

Nie Xiaoxiao's lifeless eyes lit up instantly: "Really?"

"Yes." Lan Xiaomei coaxed, taking out a notebook with a black leather cover, exactly the same as the notebook Shen Qingchan had found in her drawer.

Shen Qingchan suddenly realized that this belonged to Lan Xiaomei.

Lan Xiaomei suggested, "Since you've decided to go to heaven, why don't you write down your thoughts?"

Nie Xiaoxiao moved her body, but it was stiff and numb all over, and she had no strength.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaomei said, "You tell me, I'll write it."

Lan Xiaomei flipped the notebook to the middle, holding a water-based pen in her hand, waiting for Nie Xiaoxiao to speak.

Nie Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm so tired... I feel like my birth was wrong..."

Shen Qingchan listened, and these words were exactly the same as what she had seen back then, only Lan Xiaomei had written them down more concisely.

Nie Xiaoxiao struggled to speak those few words, and Lan Xiaomei grew impatient. Seeing that she had said enough, she told her to stop: "Alright, alright, don't say too much. You should get some rest."

Nie Xiaoxiao shut her mouth, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. The anesthesia was slowly wearing off, and the pain in her back crept up her whole body, making her break out in a cold sweat.

Lan Xiaomei closed the notebook, wiped away the fingerprints, threw the notebook into the drawer, and walked out.

A passing nurse noticed something was wrong with her and came in to observe her for a while.

The nurse glanced at her medical records and asked, "Why do you look like this? Did you forget to take your medication?"

When a mental patient's condition becomes slightly severe, they may become somatized, and it is all too common for someone like Nie Xiaoxiao to tremble and be unable to speak.

The nurse sighed, rummaged through Nie Xiaoxiao's medications on the table, took the medicine and water, and brought them to Nie Xiaoxiao's lips.

Nie Xiaoxiao obediently ate the food, and the nurse, seeing her calmer, said, "You can't do this. You need your mother to take care of you."

After the nurse finished speaking, she left the ward and returned to her workstation, where she called Director Nie.

Shen Qingchan remained hidden in the toilet. In her left eye's vision, "Lan Xiaomei" approached Pei Wen and walked into the operating room with him.

Pei Wen was still undergoing surgery, and with Lan Xiaomei by his side, his efficiency increased rapidly.

Just as Shen Qingchan was hesitating whether to wake Yuan Xiaoxuan, someone pushed open the door to ward 444 and she heard Director Nie's panicked voice.

"Xiaoxiao! How are you?"

Nie Xiaoxiao fell silent. Director Nie called out a few times, but the only response was a sharp and desperate beeping from the instrument connected to Nie Xiaoxiao.

"drop--"

"Nie Xiaoxiao?... "

"Nie Xiaoxiao!"

"Nie Xiaoxiao! Wake up!"

Director Nie screamed in anguish, looking at the readings on the instrument, tears welling up in her eyes instantly.

She grabbed the nurse call button, biting her twitching lips as she pressed it hard. She pressed it several times in a row, her whole hand trembling. In the end, she couldn't hold on anymore, and the nurse call button slipped from her hand.

Director Nie stared at the well-behaved Nie Xiaoxiao on the hospital bed.

Tears welled up in her eyes like a burst dam, blurring her vision. Through the haze, she seemed to see Nie Xiaoxiao grinning at her with her eyes wide open.

The sound of nurses rushing in could be heard, and a large group of nurses swarmed over.

Everyone panicked when they saw the numbers on the instrument.

"What should we do? What should we do..." The nurses hadn't expected things to turn out this way, and they all whispered among themselves.

One of the doctors interrupted them: "Quickly, start resuscitation! Perform CPR!"

Director Nie deflated like a punctured balloon, his vision blurred, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud: "Xiaoxiao... how could this happen? How could this happen? You'll be alright, don't be like this..."

The doctor rushed over without hesitation and put Nie Xiaoxiao on a ventilator. Through his blurred vision, Director Nie saw the spots of blood seeping from Nie Xiaoxiao's waist.

She suddenly went berserk, shouting and demanding, "She's bleeding! She's bleeding! Why didn't you stop the bleeding?!"

The nurses then noticed the bloodstains on Nie Xiaoxiao's waist and hurriedly tried to stop the bleeding.

The rescue lasted for more than 30 minutes. The doctors and nurses were exhausted, but the readings on the instruments remained unchanged.

Director Nie sat on the ground, his hair disheveled, devoid of the strength to curse or weep. He simply sat quietly, tears streaming silently down his face, his eyes lifeless.

"This... I don't feel like I can keep going..." The nurses were panting heavily, but they didn't dare to stop.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this, it was Director Nie's daughter.