The old nanny's first aid went smoothly. At the same time, Mr. Issam's child's fever had subsided.
This was all good news.
However, the old nanny had not woken up yet because of the medicine. But Shalty's expression was no longer tense. Apparently, she was relieved.
"Shalty, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Mr. Issam walked into the ward. "I'll pick up the nanny when she's discharged."
"Thank you, Mr. Issam," Shalty said gratefully.
Mr. Issam smiled heartily. "It's nothing … By the way, about the cost, if you have any difficulties, you must tell me. I'll go back and think of a way for you."
Shalty smiled. "Don't worry about the cost. I've contacted the church here. The cathedral here will pay for the nanny's treatment. "
"Oh … That's great." Mr. Issam nodded and said emotionally, "It seems that it's better to have faith."
Shalty smiled and said, "If the mutual aid between people disappeared, we would have disappeared a long time ago."
"That's true." Mr. Issam nodded.
Shalty stood up and put her palm on Mr. Issam's forehead to give him some blessings. Of course, this was not the visible blessing of Bucky, but just a simple ceremony.
Or rather, it was a spiritual blessing.
Before leaving, Mr. Issam suddenly said, "By the way, the child is still outside … Do you need me to bring her back? I think this child is a bit strange. Do you want me to take care of her for a few days? "
Shalty could only say, "The child can't be too far away from me and the nanny … It's okay, I'll go find her later."
Mr. Issam did not understand the real meaning of "can't be too far away". He thought that the child would be awkward if she did not see anyone. The child was already awkward enough … When they were in the village clinic.
"Well, if there's anything else, just call me." Mr. Issam nodded. "I'll be right there."
'A very good person.'
Shalty looked at Uncle Issam's back as he left and thought silently.
'Good people will be rewarded …' The old nanny had always said so.
…
Smoking was not allowed in the hospital, but obviously, Mr. Issam was a smoker. Therefore, he left the lobby and came to the parking lot outside. Mr. Issam lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Exhaling a long cloud of smoke, Mr. Issam looked at the sky … It should be very late by the time he returned to the village. The child's condition had improved, and the old nanny had returned. Mr. Issam suddenly felt extremely satisfied.
He suddenly wanted to eat his wife's soup.
He walked towards the parking lot, but after a few steps, he saw Lucifer sitting on a bench in the parking lot.
This child seemed to have been sitting there motionless since the beginning.
Mr. Issam frowned and walked towards the child subconsciously. When he heard the child's words in the village clinic, he always felt that it was not something a little girl could say … It was so cold and forced people into a desperate situation.
But suddenly, the sitting Lucifer slowly raised his head … The small head was half-raised, and his eyes could just be seen. There was also a strange smile on his face.
Mr. Issam was suddenly startled and had a creepy feeling … The child's smile was supposed to be innocent, but on this child, it was so scary.
"What's wrong with this child …"
He couldn't help but shudder. His hand trembled, and the cigarette between his fingers accidentally fell to the ground … Mr. Issam came back to his senses and secretly thought that he was actually frightened by such a small child.
Mr. Issam shook his head and laughed at himself. Then he bent down and wanted to pick up the cigarette butt. But at this moment, he only felt a sharp pain behind his waist.
After that, there was another — the pain of being torn twice in a row!
Mr. Issam's pupils opened in an instant, and he screamed, but his body was strong. Even if he was attacked, he could barely hold on. Mr. Issam waved his hand and swept behind him … He seemed to have swept something.
He painfully covered the back of his waist and stood up unsteadily. It was obvious that someone had stabbed him with a knife. Moreover, it was two knives … At this moment, blood was gushing out of the wound.
At this moment, Mr. Issam finally saw who had attacked him!
A man with a distorted, haggard face full of despair, fear, and panic, wearing a patient's clothes … He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
And in his hand, he was holding a knife — there was obviously bright red blood on the blade.
"What do you want to do! Why did you attack me! " Mr. Issam roared angrily at the man. The pain made him kneel on the ground, and cold sweat broke out.
"I don't want to die … I don't want to die … I don't want to die …"
However, the young man seemed to not hear Mr. Issam's scolding. At this time, his body was trembling, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "I don't want to die … I'm so young … why … why …"
"You …" Mr. Issam frowned in pain. At this time, he needed help. He needed to stop the bleeding, and at the same time, he needed someone to stop this mentally ill man. "Who is it, come and help! Help!! "
Puff —!
Suddenly, the man lowered his head, held the knife with both hands, and rushed toward Mr. Issam again — This time, he directly stabbed Mr. Issam's abdomen.
Mr. Issam's eyes widened, and widened, and widened.
The man pulled out the knife, stabbed it in again, and pulled it out again — His face was full of despair and violence, "Why me! Why me … Why am I infected with AIDS, why! I don't want to die … All of you go to hell! Hahaha … Hahahaha … Hahahahaha!! Die die die die die die!! "
He shed tears and laughed, "Die die die die!!"
Mr. Issam finally fell in a pool of blood. At this moment, someone screamed in the parking lot, and then several people rushed over and pressed the crazy man to the ground.
Issam now only felt that his body was very cold, and his vision was a little blurred. He seemed to see Charlotte who had just walked out of the parking lot entrance.
Shalty covered her mouth and widened her eyes. Then, she quickly ran towards him … He subconsciously looked at the child sitting on the bench.
He found that the child was still showing him a strange smile. Suddenly, Mr. Issam understood what this smile meant.
Despair.
"Mr. Issam! Mr. Issam! Sir!! Help! Who is it … Who is it? Help! "
Charlotte rushed over, holding Mr. Issam who was covered in blood, and cried bitterly.
Issam's lips moved at this time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say a word and directly fainted.
…
The sky had turned completely dark and the parking lot was cool. Lucifer was still sitting there alone, looking up at the stars in the sky. He appeared to be in a good mood.
Suddenly, Charlotte slowly walked over. Her right hand gripped her left elbow tightly as she came to stand before Lucifer.
Charlotte's face was pale. "The doctor said that Mr. Issam's heart was stabbed many times … treatment was ineffective."
"Oh, is that so?" Lucifer said coolly. "What a pity. He is clearly such a good person. He has an upright and kind heart. What a pity, what a pity. However, the moment when that light disappeared before my eyes, it was truly delightful. "
Charlotte looked at Lucifer, her eyes never blinking. She said in a low voice, "I heard that the murderer is an AIDS patient. He had been receiving treatment for a long time, but it was ineffective. In the end, he went insane and decided to take revenge on society."
"Isn't this a very common thing? It is not a big deal." Lucifer shrugged.
"It's you, right …" Charlotte suddenly asked.
Lucifer did not say anything. He simply raised his head to look at Charlotte.
At that moment, it was as though a switch had been turned on for Charlotte. She abruptly rushed forward and grabbed Lucifer's collar with both hands. She screamed, "It's you, right? It's you, right? It's your fault, right? It's your fault! It's you! "
The tight collar caused the skin on Lucifer's neck to shrink. However, he continued to look at Charlotte with an expressionless face. He said coldly, "I said, did you see it with your own eyes?"
"It's you! Back in the village clinic, your words nearly caused the doctor to break down … it's you! You demon! "
"I am a demon to begin with." Lucifer sneered. "I have always been one. Didn't you already know that … also, answer me. Did you see what I did with your own eyes?"
"Other than you!" Charlotte screamed out in pain.
"Other than me …" Lucifer said coolly. "True, other than me. Well then, just treat me as the real murderer. Anyway, aren't humans used to setting up a target for themselves and then releasing all their sadness, pain, and anger? It just so happens that this target is me … a demon. It's too suitable, right? But … "
Lucifer suddenly narrowed his eyes and said jokingly, "Your God, did he allow you to do this … take out your anger on me."
Shalty suddenly raised her hand.
Lucifer said indifferently, "Oh, there's violence, right?"
Charlotte's body suddenly trembled. Her arm froze and trembled. She bit her lips and looked at Lucifer's child-like innocent but cold eyes. She suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Tell me …" Charlotte once again grabbed Lucifer's collar and buried her head in it. "Tell me … why! Why … Mr. Issam is clearly … clearly such a good person … Why, why?! "
"Who can … tell me!"
"Who told you that good people won't die?" Lucifer told her in a low voice, "This is the human world, not the church with only Holy Light and Mary that you have been staying in … This is reality."
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