Chapter One Don't Burn Me!

　　Scooping up a handful of water and patting it on his face, Zhou Ze slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, slightly haggard, as an emergency department doctor, this haggardness seemed to be a standard. 　　"Dr. Zhou, there's a new patient arriving soon, it seems to have fallen from upstairs, I don't know if it's a suicide!" Nurse Wang Ya stood at the door of the men's bathroom and shouted. 　　"Got it, coming soon." Zhou Ze responded, then pulled out a paper towel to wipe the water droplets clean and started to walk out. 　　The ambulance soon drove into the hospital, lying on the stretcher was an old man wearing a gray Tang suit, the old man kept coughing, from time to time there was blood froth as well as fragments of spleen organs were coughed out, his whole body was covered in blood stains. 　　Zhou Ze immediately ran over to push the stretcher trolley while observing the injured person's condition, while shouting to the person in front, "Prepare the surgical instruments, quick!" 　　The injured man's condition was very bad. 　　"I ...... I ...... don't want to die." 　　The old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ze who was closest to him by his side. 　　"Don't worry, you'll be fine, we'll help you, you can't die." 　　Most dying patients, at this time will say this kind of words, can really calmly face the death of the people, after all, is a minority, and as a doctor, at this time of course, is not and the injured to analyze the condition to tell you that you have a few percent certainty that you can survive the time, the injured at this time what they need, is psychological comfort. 　　"No ...... no ...... below ...... below ...... below ...... below is really too terrible It's ......" 　　The old man suddenly clutched Zhou Ze's wrist and looked at Zhou Ze with a serious face. 　　"You stabilize your emotions and relax, your life will not be a problem." Although there was some raw pain at his wrist, Zhou Ze still didn't bother trying to break free. 　　"I don't ...... want to ...... want to go down anymore ...... they ...... they found me... . me ...... they found me ......" 　　"Hiss ......" Zhou Ze suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his wrist. 　　"Dr. Zhou, your hand!" The small nurse beside him immediately shouted. 　　The old man's nails were very long, and for some unknown reason, his nails were black, the kind of black that resembled an amber-like translucent color, not like there was dirt gathering inside; 　　And at this moment, the old man's nails were already embedded in the flesh of Zhou Ze's wrist. 　　"I'm not going down ...... not going down ...... not going down ...... haha... . cough cough cough ......" 　　The old man suddenly stood up and coughed violently, immediately afterward, his body trembled, the hand that was originally grasping Zhou Ze fell off and the entire person lost movement. 　　"Prepare to resuscitate!" Zhou Ze shouted. 　　The old man was pushed into the emergency room, and some doctors and nurses began to carry out resuscitation measures on him, while the electroshocker was also prepared. 　　"Dr. Zhou, let me help you with your wounds." Wang Ya came over at this time. 　　As doctors, they weren't actually worried about this flesh wound, what they were most worried about was in case the old man had other diseases, it was likely to put the doctor into a dangerous situation of professional exposure, after all, the old man had just had a lot of blood on his hands, and no one knew for sure if there was some kind of contagious disease on him. 　　Some diseases, a little bit contaminated, may be ruined for life. 　　After the wound was bandaged, another doctor came out of the emergency room and shook his head at Zhou Ze. 　　This meant that the person hadn't been saved. 　　Everyone's emotions were a bit lost, but for them, this kind of thing, they were also used to seeing this kind of thing, and would soon adjust. 　　"Dr. Zhou, do a checkup." Wang Ya suggested. 　　"No, I still have some things to do in the evening." Zhou Ze shook his head and directly walked over to the locker room to change into his own clothes before walking to the hospital parking lot and driving away. 　　The car had just driven under the elevated Jianghai Avenue when Zhou Ze's cell phone rang. 　　"Hello, this is Zhou Ze." 　　"Dr. Zhou, the children are waiting for you." 　　"I'm sorry, Principal Wu, a patient was delayed, I'll go over right now, let the kids wait for me for a little while longer." 　　"Good, good." That side quickly hung up the phone. 　　Zhou Ze looked at the time again, it was already 8:30pm, the children in the orphanage usually went to bed very early. 　　The red light turned green, Zhou Ze stepped on the gas and drove over. 　　"Doh ！！！！！！！！" 　　It was also at this moment that 　　A heavy truck ran the red light and drove over, Zhou Ze only had time to look sideways at the blinding high beams out the window of the car, the 　　Immediately thereafter. 　　"Bang!" 　　The sky spun around. 　　The small car in front of the heavy truck is like a delicate white paper directly be knocked out, in the air rolled a number of circles after the fall on the ground. 　　...... 　　"Eh ......" 　　Zhou Ze awoke. 　　He realized that his body could not move at all, as if it was stuck. 　　At the same time, his eyes couldn't open, he knew that he had been in a car accident, a very serious car accident, out of professionalism, he wanted to check his injuries now, but he had no way to move. 　　All around him, from time to time, there was the sound of other vehicles driving by, and various lamas. 　　Am I still at the scene of the crash, the 　　Am I still in the car? 　　Zhou Ze thought in his heart. 　　Soon. 　　the sirens of police cars came, as well as the sounds of fire engines. 　　Finally, the ambulance siren that made Zhou Ze feel close came. 　　Zhou Ze sensed that his body was being moved, and the temperature in the vicinity was slightly higher, so he was supposed to be cutting into his car so that he could be rescued. 　　Zhou Ze had participated in many of these rescue activities, and was still clear about some of the procedures. 　　Unfortunately, the cake in his trunk, as well as the June 1 Children's Day party for the children of the orphanage, would have to go out of the window. 　　"Dr. Zhou!" 　　A familiar call. 　　It should be Dr. Chen from the institution. 　　Zhou Ze breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, at least, he had saved a life, this could be considered a, flying accident. 　　There were also a few nurses' voices around him, because the neighborhood was too noisy, so Zhou Ze could not hear them somewhat clearly. 　　But next, Dr. Chen's words made Zhou Ze's heart plunge to the bottom! 　　"Dr. Zhou has lost his vital signs." 　　No. 　　I'm not dead! 　　I'm not dead! 　　I'm not dead! 　　Zhou Ze desperately cried out in his heart! 　　He wasn't dead, he was still conscious, he wasn't dead! 　　Next, Zhou Ze sensed that someone was doing CPR on him, that one heavy squeeze, he felt it, but there was no way to open his eyes or go to speak. 　　He wasn't dead. 　　He hoped that they would quickly realize that he wasn't dead! 　　But after a flurry of activity. 　　Zhou Ze heard the sounds of several nurses he knew crying as 　　Dr. Chen punched the door of a nearby car, looking sad. 　　Hello! 　　Don't give up! 　　Don't ever give up! 　　I'm not dead! 　　I should be in a state of fake death right now. 　　Lost too much blood? 　　Badly injured? 　　But I'm not dead! 　　I should still be breathing, I should still have a heartbeat! 　　Zhou Ze roared madly in his heart. 　　But the next thing he sensed was that he was being carried on a stretcher and should have been sent into an ambulance. 　　Immediately after that, there was the sound of the ambulance driving. 　　The nurses in the carriage were still crying. 　　But this kind of crying was exceptionally harsh in Zhou Ze's ears... 　　He wasn't dead yet. 　　What are you crying for! 　　Why are you crying! 　　Look at me again. 　　Look at me again. 　　Check me again. 　　I'm not dead! 　　The ambulance stopped. 　　Immediately after, Zhou Ze heard the hospital leaders speaking: 　　"Xiao Zhou is just gone?" 　　"The car accident was serious, Dr. Zhou was over-injured, lost too much blood, and has been confirmed dead." 　　"Really? The person is just gone?" The other vice dean was still not convinced. 　　"Xiao Zhou is gone." It was the voice of a department head, "I just checked again." 　　I'm not dead! 　　You bunch of quacks! 　　I'm not dead! 　　You bastards! 　　Assholes! 　　Zhou Ze kept cursing in his heart. At this moment, the people around him were no longer his coworkers, no longer his friends, not to mention his leaders and elders. 　　They actually think they are dead. 　　But can the dead still hear and feel? 　　I'm not dead! 　　You bastards. 　　Bastards. 　　I'm not dead! 　　Help me! Help me! 　　Help me! 　　The stretcher truck began to push, the surroundings were quiet, and the temperature was gradually dropping. 　　"Xiaoya, don't be too sad, the dean said the hospital will hold a memorial service for Dr. Zhou tomorrow." 　　"Sister Suqin, I just can't believe it a little, a person, just gone. Dr. Zhou is such a good person, how could he be gone like this." 　　"The sky has its ups and downs, people have their moments, just look on the bright side." 　　After the two nurses said this, they left. 　　All around. 　　Empty. 　　That kind of morose coolness that 　　It was so clear. 　　Zhou Ze kept going to struggle, kept trying to resist, he wanted to wake up, he desperately longed to make his voice. 　　But the feeling he had now, was like a ghost pressing down on his bed, let him keep trying, but his own body, was not under his control at all. 　　In the end. 　　he gave up, somewhat in despair. 　　He was tired. 　　Tired, too. 　　He knew where he was now. 　　In the hospital. 　　The morgue. 　　...... 　　When Zhou Ze "woke up" again, he sensed a faint coolness on his face, and the tingling sensation was clear. 　　"Have you finished your makeup?" Someone asked from the side. 　　"Don't be in a hurry, wait, his whole person has been knocked into this state, where is the makeup so fast." 　　"People's hospitals are rushing, they're going to send him to the memorial service soon." 　　"Or you come." 　　Mortician seems to be a little angry, makeup harder, of course, they face customers are dead people, dead people naturally will not say pain, and do not have to worry about receiving complaints, only need to let the living see the results can be. 　　Zhou Ze didn't have the strength to struggle anymore. 　　He just stayed quiet and 　　enduring the stinging sensation of the makeup brush pressing down on his face non-stop. 　　Finally. 　　The makeup was over. 　　"Alright, tell them to come in, our work is over." 　　Zhou Ze felt like he was being changed, and with that, he was pushed out, and the hospital's caretakers carried him to the soft, cramped space. 　　This. 　　Should be an ice coffin. 　　Then, all the noises around him were isolated in an instant, the 　　It should be the lid being closed. 　　Shaking. 　　Shaking. 　　Lurching ...... 　　I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Ze finally heard the sound again, the lid of the ice coffin should have been opened. 　　What entered the ears. 　　It was mournful music. 　　The dean was making a speech with a microphone, he was praising himself, lamenting himself, and 　　Then there was the vice dean as well as the director and other people 　　Around. 　　From time to time, there are sounds of feet walking by, and 　　Some people just walk by quietly, taking one last look at themselves, and 　　Some even try to call out to themselves a few times, with a sobbing voice. 　　It's a memorial service. 　　Looking on. 　　My remains! 　　I'm not dead. 　　I'm really not dead. 　　I'm not dead! 　　I'm not dead! 　　Zhou Ze wailed in his heart. 　　He started to try again. 　　But he still couldn't do anything. 　　He could only hear and feel. 　　But he couldn't speak. 　　He couldn't open his eyes. 　　Everyone thought he was dead. 　　But he knows it. 　　He wasn't dead! 　　The children from the orphanage also came and cried beside him. 　　They cried sincerely, because Zhou Ze himself was a child who came out of the orphanage, and for that reason, after working, most of his salary was donated to the orphanage, and this time the accident was also because he was rushing to drive back to the orphanage at night to accompany the children for the June 1 Children's Day. 　　"Xiao Zhou ah, you go at ease, you this time, it is considered an accident in the line of duty, you do not have family, but your compensation the hospital will give the orphanage, you rest assured." The Vice Dean said as he stood beside Zhou Ze. 　　Afterwards. 　　Zhou Ze sensed that he was once again isolated, the lid of the ice coffin should have been closed once again. 　　Then there was another bumpy ride that 　　Finally, it stopped. 　　The ice coffin lid was once again opened, and 　　All around, it was somewhat quiet, occasionally hearing human voices, but not noisy. 　　There were two men, one grasping their shoulders and one grasping their legs, lifting themselves up and placing them on another cold shelf, as if they were steel plates. 　　These two men were skilled, very, very skilled. 　　Around them, there were vague and faint cries. 　　Zhou Ze hadn't been able to distinguish which place he had come to again, at first. 　　But at that moment. 　　he suddenly understood. 　　Bastard! 　　They sent themselves to the crematorium! 　　They're going to burn themselves! 　　I'm not dead, assholes! 　　Fuck you! 　　I'm not dead! 　　I'm not dead! 　　Don't cremate me. 　　Don't cremate me! 　　I'm really not dead. ！！！！！！！！！！！！！！ 　　You bastards! 　　Bastards! 　　Sons of bitches! ！！！！！ 　　This time, it was the most crazy and insane time for Zhou Ze. 　　He knew that 　　Once he is cremated. 　　Then there would be no room at all! 　　He will directly face death! 　　The complete and utter end! 　　He wasn't willing, he really wasn't willing, he wasn't even thirty yet, he didn't have a family yet, he didn't have any children yet, he still had a life to live, he still had a long way to go! 　　"Mom, I just saw this uncle's hand move." A little girl's timid voice rang out from the side. 　　"Splat!" A small mouth slapped over. 　　"Don't talk nonsense, wait for me to go back and clean you up." The girl's mother rebuked. 　　Zhou Ze was desperate. 　　Because no matter how much he struggled and 　　how he roared in his heart. 　　No one outside could sense it. 　　He was placed on a conveyor belt, and 　　The machine began to start. 　　He's being pushed forward. 　　He knows what he's about to face. 　　And for that reason, he was terrified beyond belief! 　　No, no, no, no, no. 　　No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! 　　I'm not dead! 　　I'm not dead. I'm not dead! 　　Don't burn me! 　　Don't burn me! 　　No one hears their own cries. 　　They're just sad. 　　They just grieve. 　　They just go through the motions. 　　Then they go home and eat dinner and move on to tomorrow. 　　Finally. 　　Zhou Ze sensed that he seemed to have been pushed into a narrow place filled with the smell of oil residue, the 　　Immediately after that. 　　there was sticky liquid spraying all over his body. 　　he knew what it was. 　　It was gasoline. 　　Immediately after. 　　"Zip ......" 　　Hot! 　　Very hot! 　　Pain. 　　Intense searing pain! 　　Fire. 　　Fire. 　　Fire. 　　Fire everywhere ......