"OK, I see."

Han Jinglun answered, took off his gloves and walked out of the tent.

He conveniently took an umbrella at the door and spread it out.

Just sent word to him that the nurse aunt is still busy, pointing to the East: "it's said that the road is not good, it's in the first house in the East, Professor Han, you should be careful."

As she said it, she muttered a kind word: "say it's right or wrong, you should go to get it in person, or I'll go there for you. You should have a rest after so long work..."

This support worker is an aunt in her 40s and 50s. She looks at Han Jinglun as if she were looking at her own children. She is heartbroken.

"It's OK. You're busy first. I'll come as soon as I go." Han Jinglun smiled at the nurse and walked into the rain.

There is no light in the East. It's very dark.

Han Jinglun didn't walk fast, but muddy water soon splashed on his bloody white coat.

This year, he spent more time in the laboratory, but rarely had surgery. For two days in a row, the emergency surgery almost didn't stop. Now, his steps are slightly floating.

He silently ridiculed himself, and could not help lifting his hand and rubbing his eyebrow.

The more eastward the road is, the more difficult it is to walk. Several fallen trees block the road. Although Han Jinglun is very careful, his clothes are still drenched.

I don't know how Schelling got around there.

He asked Schelling to help him get some of their special drugs from the lab this noon, but after a long day's work, he almost forgot about it.

Originally only ten minutes of road, Han Jinglun walked nearly half an hour, just walked to the first house that aunt said.

The house has become a ruin. This side is close to the mountain road, which has been blocked by the landslide.

He frowned slightly, and subconsciously felt something was wrong.

He turned around in a hurry and wanted to leave. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. The moment when one hand clasped his neck, the other hand, holding a sharp knife, stabbed in accurately from behind.

The action is crisp and neat. It's obviously a specially trained killer.

Chen Qingtian's hand holding the handle of the knife stopped. Warm blood came out and touched her hand. Her fingers suddenly stiffened.

At this time, Han Jinglun raised his hand and grabbed the hand that she had clasped around his neck.

He worked hard, as if with all his strength.

She took out the stabbed knife in a sudden.

The ruins under my feet suddenly began to shake.

There was a harsh aftershock alarm in the distance.

Chen Qingtian turns around and pushes the protruding steel bar toward the back.

He fell a little hard, but he still held her hand so tightly that she almost fell on him.

In the dark, she couldn't see his eyes, or she didn't dare to.

She didn't even know what she was doing at the moment.

The ground under her feet is still shaking, her hand has been shaking, the distant alarm sounds louder and louder, her teeth bite the handle of the knife, with the hand full of blood, one by one, breaking off the fingers that he tightly grasped her hand

Then, without looking at him again, he turned around and hurried into the rain.

The voice in her ear was so mixed that she always felt like she heard someone shouting at her

She paused, but she did not stop.

……

Han Jinglun looks at the disappearing figure, tries to raise his wrist and put the dial in front of his eyes. With a click, the time of the dial falls at

zero.

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