My heart tightened. Damn it, they really want to drag me to the underworld!
Suddenly, in addition to the crying, there was the sound of a fire, the sound of bottles and jars being smashed, tables and chairs falling to the ground, and the sound of collisions everywhere. I thought to myself, is it bad? Has someone else been burned to death up there? I quickly took out a copper coin from my bag and ran upstairs.
The little girl had already climbed up the stairs to the ninth floor. Just when he was about to catch up with her, he heard a woman scolding, "You little brat again, get down here now. If you dare to bring people up here again, I'll beat your ass into pieces!"
This sudden shout startled me at first, and I almost dropped the coin. But when I looked up, I saw a woman wearing a mask and handyman's clothes, holding a broom in her right hand, blocking the ninth floor staircase. It was a person, so I quickly grabbed the coin again.
This voice is so familiar, a bit like Shen Bing. But she was wearing a mask, so her face couldn't be seen, and she was so fat, and dressed so shabbily, it definitely couldn't be Shen Bing. She was very particular about her clothes, and her eyes, sweaty, and eyeshadow were all smeared all over, like a panda, it was scary to look at at night!
The little girl screamed "Wow" in fear, turned around and ran downstairs, disappearing at the corner of the stairs in an instant.
"What are you looking at? Get out of here now?" The woman glared at me and yelled at me, like a bitch who was in heat but got dumped.
Damn, although Shen Bing can be a bitch sometimes, she is cute in a bitch way, and definitely not like a bitch like her. I don't need to argue with a bitch, so I turned around and went downstairs.
But after I came down, I never saw the little girl again, and I felt very puzzled.
I returned to the ward and thought about Shen Bing until dawn. Fu Xueman woke up after the anesthesia wore off. When she saw me, she turned away quickly, but tears cut her cheeks. The critical period was over, and there was no need for me to waste time here. I said nothing, picked up my bag, and walked out of the ward. I didn't want her to be grateful for what I did, so I didn't even say goodbye.
At this time, the ward corridor began to get busy. Many relatives of patients woke up and went to the bathroom to wash. At this moment, a handyman was cleaning with a mop. The back of her figure looked familiar. When I walked past her, I could see clearly that it was the shrew who got mad at me on the ninth floor last night. She was still wearing a mask and was quietly mopping the floor.
I don't know why, but I can most easily relate to the cleaners who live at the bottom of society. Maybe it's because I was born a country bumpkin. The prosperous logistics in the economically developed cities confuses our eyes, and there are still many people struggling hard for their livelihoods.
The woman seemed to have forgotten who I was. She looked up at me, then lowered her head and dragged the mop towards my feet. I quickly took two steps forward.
When I walked to the elevator door, I saw a person coming out with breakfast in his hand, shouting: "Hey, there's another death downstairs, a little girl died in the toilet on the first floor..."
I was shocked and rushed into the elevator. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, the female cleaner also rushed in with a pair of panda eyes full of anxiety. Why was she so nervous? Just as I was wondering, the elevator was suddenly filled with people, including doctors, nurses, and several relatives of patients.
When we reached the first floor, everyone rushed out of the elevator and ran to the toilet, but it was already crowded with people. The corridor was completely blocked and there was no way to squeeze in.
The cleaner swung his mop and yelled, "Get out of the way, get out of the way..." Not to mention, the onlookers gave way. I followed behind him and entered the toilet.