Chapter 118: Chapter 118: The Thin Old Man in the Morgue
Abigail looked at the old man, ignored Pullan’s gaze, and bent her waist as she pushed Brandon Piers out.
Pullan incredulously looked at her, finally gritting his teeth as he bent his tall and strong body, imitating Abigail as he pushed the gurney out.
“Poor souls, being mistreated by a bunch of boys, Jesus Christ, just sleep, sleep and the suffering will end, life is just a practice of endurance….”
The thin old man kept muttering, chanting nonstop.
Pullan looked at those corpse boxes, goosebumps creeping up his skin, and bent his body lower, fearing the old man would see him. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help his curiosity. With all that noise earlier, how did the old man not hear?
It didn’t make sense!
Abigail guessed those people would surely search the corpse boxes. It was no surprise. She listened to the old man’s murmuring, quickening her steps for fear of being discovered.
Pullan couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Abigail, can’t he hear?”
Abigail ignored him, but as soon as Pullan spoke, the muttering old man, after finishing with a corpse, leaned on the high shelf with one hand and lightly patted his back with the other, still mumbling, “My old back, I probably won’t last a few more years before I have to lie down… lie down….”
At this point, the old man paused, and Pullan instinctively looked back, seeing the old man’s deeply lined face filled with shock, his cloudy eyes wide open, staring at him.
Pullan shivered all over, swallowed, and stammered, “Miss… Miss Abigail…” They were found out!
“Who are you people?”
Pullan couldn’t finish his sentence before the old man suddenly shouted, full of vitality, a stark contrast to his previous muttering.
The forceful voice made the tough Pullan tremble.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’m not shouting at you.” The old man then worried about startling the corpses and quickly whispered in a soothing tone while patting a corpse.
Pullan got another wave of goosebumps.
He, a tough guy of nearly six feet, who had studied materialism for over twenty years, was now questioning if the boxes in this morgue might suddenly have mass resurrections.
Abigail pressed her temple, reached out, and pulled Pullan behind her. “Grandpa Raman, it’s me, Abigail.”
“Who?” The old man placed his rough, thin hand behind his ear.
“It’s Abigail!” Abigail stepped closer and shouted to the old man.
“Oh, Abigail! What are you doing?” The old man guardedly stared at Pullan behind Abigail.
“Dr. Foster asked us to take the patient upstairs,” Abigail continued to shout.
The old man frowned, “Take what?”
“The patient!” Abigail’s louder voice nearly made Pullan shake his head.
“Oh.” The old man seemed to ponder.
Abigail didn’t care if he understood or not, “Grandpa Raman, we’re leaving.”
Abigail didn’t wait for a response and continued pushing Brandon out.
Pullan, feeling uneasy, glanced at the old man. His steps were even faster than Abigail’s.
Just as they were about to leave, the old man finally reacted, muttering, “How did that girl get so fat after not seeing her for a few months? Oh, young girls look better with some flesh….”
Nearing the exit, Pullan’s eye twitched. Whom had the old man mistaken Abigail for?
However, there was no time to ponder. The two had already exited the mortuary and found no one around. Abigail let out a heavy sigh of relief.
She had spent too much time in the lab, estimating those people had long lost their patience and left.
With her tension relieved, Abigail pushed Brandon, leading Pullan to the elevator.
The hospital’s third basement level was a parking lot. She had called the central hospital’s emergency number earlier, stating that the location was the parking lot exit. As long as they got him to the central hospital, the immediate danger would be temporarily averted.
Compared to the current situation at Sincere Hospital, Abigail thought that the central hospital might be safer.
Although it didn’t have Brandon Piers’s power, it also wouldn’t have the influence of other Piers family members.
But Abigail was too optimistic.