The commotion in the corridor didn't last too long, and it soon returned to normal.
After a while, the old woman who was peeling an apple by her husband's bed stood up and walked to the door with her back hunched.
She put her wrinkled face in front of the glass, looked around, and confirmed that there was no more danger in the corridor. She then straightened her back a little, reached out, opened the door, and walked out with her head down.
The next moment, however, something cold and hard pressed against her waist.
"Don't shout, and don't do anything," Zhang Heng said. "We are not from the three major guilds. We just want to ask you a few questions."
The old woman was still trembling. She turned her head to look at Zhang Heng with a smile on her face, as if to say that she didn't understand what Zhang Heng said just now, hoping that he would say it again.
"You can continue acting, but believe me, you won't like what's going to happen next," Zhang Heng said. As he spoke, he pressed his body against the old woman's, restraining her hands so that she couldn't use any game items.
After that, Zhang Heng carried the old woman all the way to the elevator. To outsiders, it looked like a filial junior supporting an elder.
The expression on the old woman's face finally changed this time. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to call for help, but the next moment, her right arm was stabbed.
Zhang Heng stuck the remaining infusion patch on the small wound. "As I said, it won't be such a small wound next time."
After seeing the blood, the old woman finally behaved herself again.
Zhang Heng pressed the down button of the elevator, planning to take the old woman out of the hospital first. In order not to arouse the other party's suspicion, Han Lu and Meinan went after the old woman, leaving Zhang Heng alone in the ward area. The three agreed to meet outside the hospital's west gate.
So far, things had gone smoothly.
According to Meinan, the woman in sunglasses was different from other players. She had always been alone, and she had no other companions. The woman who suddenly ran away earlier was probably just an ordinary person she hired.
From this point of view, she was indeed cautious and cunning enough. No matter where she went or what she did, she would always leave a way out for herself. However, this was probably the only way for her to escape.
After all, this was a strange city to her. She had only arrived an hour and a half earlier than Zhang Heng, Fan Meinan, and the others. There was not much time for her to prepare.
What puzzled Zhang Heng a little was that she had found Wang Shuangshuang one step ahead of him. Why didn't she make a move? Instead, she pretended to be Wang Shuangshuang's family member in the next bed. Fortunately, this kind of thing was no longer important. For the time being, Zhang Heng didn't have time to care about what happened in this hospital. His top priority now was to make the sunglasses woman spit out the solution to the Dreamland of Death.
The elevator light lit up and the door opened.
A male doctor and two nurses pushed a triple-bed out of the room. The patient on the bed did not seem to be in good condition, and all three of them looked a little anxious. The male doctor even bumped into Zhang Heng, but he immediately held his arm and apologized.
Zhang Heng replied, "It's okay." He then stepped aside to let the three-bed bed get off the elevator before he went up with the old woman.
There were a lot of people in the elevator, and the air was a little turbid.
Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the hospital for too long, but Zhang Heng's throat was a little itchy. He couldn't help but cough twice. Not only did his condition not improve, but the discomfort in his throat seemed to worsen.
Zhang Heng's coughing almost never stopped. At the same time, his body temperature began to rise, accompanied by a headache and irritation.
The old woman next to him looked at him with a flash of surprise in her eyes. After that, she seemed to think of something, and she became excited.
Zhang Heng also realized that there was something wrong with his body. At the same time, he ruled out the possibility that the sunglasses woman was the culprit. The latter had been under his control during this period, and she couldn't come into contact with any game items. And this large-scale influenza had already broken out before she came.
Zhang Heng quickly went through what happened before in his mind, and finally, he stopped at the moment when he bumped into the male doctor. The latter held his arm, and Zhang Heng looked down at his wrist. It was the only place where their skin touched, and now, it had turned purplish-black.
Zhang Heng realized that he couldn't remember the male doctor's appearance, but he still remembered his name tag. At that time, the name on the name tag felt a little familiar, but since he had already caught the sunglasses woman, he didn't think too much about it. Now, Zhang Heng finally remembered why the name sounded so familiar.
Because he was Wang Shuangshuang's attending doctor.
At this point, Zhang Heng finally understood why the sunglasses woman was waiting for him in the next bed. Her target this time was not Wang Shuangshuang, but the latter's attending doctor.
That guy was probably the source of this influenza.
It didn't take long for Zhang Heng to sort out everything. At this time, the elevator had only gone down two floors, and the patients at the back were trying to squeeze forward, trying to get out of the door. When everyone on this floor got off the elevator, Zhang Heng suddenly reached out to block the elevator door, then pulled the sunglasses woman out of the elevator.
Zhang Heng didn't know what the male doctor did to him. He only knew that his current physical condition was definitely not as simple as the flu. In fact, the speed of his deterioration was far beyond his imagination.
Zhang Heng's body temperature kept rising, and his vision began to blur. At the same time, he felt pain in his lower abdomen. He was getting weaker and weaker.
After Zhang Heng got off the elevator, he immediately pressed the up button. His top priority now was to return to the previous floor and find the male doctor who did this to him before his strength was completely exhausted.
"Unfortunately, it's too late." The old woman finally spoke again, looking at Zhang Heng with a touch of mockery in her eyes.
"Who the hell is that guy?"
"Have you heard of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" the old woman said leisurely.
"The White Horseman in the New Testament Revelation, Pestilence?" Zhang Heng endured the nausea in his chest. "Is that guy the agent of Pestilence?"
"Agent? No, no, no, that's Pestilence himself. " The excitement in the old woman's eyes grew. "I've been looking for him for a long time. Speaking of which, I have to thank you this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to confirm it."
At this moment, the intense pain in his abdomen had affected Zhang Heng's thinking. In less than two minutes, he almost had no strength to stand.
The old woman looked at him with a trace of pity in her eyes. "You are not the first person to die in his hands, and you won't be the last."
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