The moment the door opened, there was a strong smell of disinfectant, trying to cover up the smell of corruption that could not be ignored.
But Wujue is not an ordinary person. Even if the smell of corruption in the ward has been diluted, ordinary people will not notice it even if he stays there for an hour. But before he went in, he couldn't help but want to cover his nose. .
Without seeing anyone now, he could already be sure that his guess before coming was correct.
The lives of the people inside have been changed, and the cruelest methods have been used to deprive a person of all the value he can.
Otherwise, the smell of corruption wouldn't be so strong that it would choke his nose even if he wore a mask.
The light in the ward was dim. It was a sunny day, but the curtains were drawn inside. Only a small table lamp beside the bed was on, shining on the face of the woman who was half lying on the bed.
She also held a pen in her hand, and was writing on a small table board in front of her tremblingly.
I thought that the nurses and doctors who came in this time would still be the same nurses and doctors who had come here every day for the past two days to press for payment. He Qingwen did not stop, and said feebly: "Don't press, listen to me first. I am writing a suicide note, and I heard that your hospital has a department It is specially used to receive the remains of patients with strange diseases. Please give me an application form and fill it out while I still have the strength. This suicide note and the subsidy for my body, after deducting the owed medical expenses, please contact me. After my daughter, I handed it over to her."
Her tone was as calm as if she was saying the weather was not bad today.
Unconsciously, his eyes fell on the hand holding the pen. The thin fingers were intertwined with wrinkles and covered with large and small purple-black spots. Looking up, I saw the gray hair that was about to fall out, and the face that was also full of wrinkles and spots. Even people in their seventies and eighties would believe it.
No one would associate her with the elegant lady in her thirties or forties in the photo.
However, in four years, the person in front of him seemed to have passed forty years.
This is the horror of being bewitched.
"Ms. He."
He Qingwen's fingers paused slightly while she was writing, and she finally realized that the people who came in were not the doctors and nurses she thought they were, and she raised her head with difficulty to look at the bedside.
Wearing a navy blue sportswear, a black baseball cap and a black mask, only a pair of narrow, clear eyes were exposed. The moment they looked at each other, she felt a crisp sound suddenly ringing in her increasingly chaotic mind.
It seemed like the sound of the wooden fish I heard when I took my husband and daughter to the temple.
She tried to gather her energy and asked, "Who are you?"
Wujue originally made this trip just to confirm his and Shen Yunqing's speculations, but he didn't expect that the victim's condition would be so serious. He couldn't help but hesitate whether to continue with the original plan or directly tell the truth to the person in front of him.
But if the plan changes, if Ms. He is overstimulated for a moment and dies accidentally, it will be his fault.
After reciting the words 'Amitabha' in his mind, he decided to compromise and play it safe.
"I am Xiaotao's friend. She has been very busy with work recently and can't get away, so she asked me to come over to visit you."
The young man in front of her had a peaceful aura, and she didn't know if it was an illusion. The closer he stood beside the bed to her, she felt that the ubiquitous and ever-present pain in her body was relieved a lot.
This made her not even have the slightest suspicion, "It turns out he is a friend of that girl Xiaotao. She is really busy with her job. Sometimes she can't even receive calls. She is not willing to change her job. Young man. , thank you for coming to see me, I don’t scare you like this, do I?”
Wujue shook his head, with a trace of imperceptible compassion in his voice, "How could it be possible? I am also a doctor and I have seen many weird diseases."
"Doctor, the profession of doctor is good. You are still so young, you are really excellent!"
Wujue was so praised that his face started to feel slightly hot under the mask, so he quickly interrupted: "Can I feel your pulse?"
"Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"
"Um."
"Xiao Tao's father is also a Chinese medicine practitioner." He Qingwen's voice became a little more intimate, hiding her sadness, and put her hand on the small table, "You take it."
She guessed that the young man in front of her could not help but want to take her pulse because she saw her illness was strange, and had no expectation that she would be cured.
It's been almost four years, and she has gone from being hopeful at the beginning to completely despairing now.
Unconsciously, his fingers fell on the skinny wrist, and it took him a while to feel his pulse.
The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
But it is not that the oil has dried up due to human aging, but the internal oil has been drained away by external forces, leaving only a little residual lamp.
This is also thanks to various modern medical instruments. If it were placed in ancient times, even if there were various precious medicinal materials to extend his life, he would never survive today.
The key is that He Qingwen's body is in imminent danger.
If His Majesty had not surmised the clues to Xiaotao's relatives two days ago, nor had he rushed over as soon as he found the clues, given He Qingwen's physical condition, at most, if he had persisted for ten more days, this lamp would have been on the verge of extinguishing. To be completely destroyed.
"How is it?" Fearing that the young man might have concerns, He Qingwen smiled comfortingly, "It doesn't matter, just say it, I know my own body well, you see, I have even prepared a suicide note. I just want to keep the body Don't tell Xiaotao about asking the hospital to recycle it. What I said in the suicide note was that it was left to her by her father and it was just taken out from the bank when it expired."
Unexpectedly, I felt guilty: "I... am not good at studying."
He Qingwen also smiled and accepted this statement, "You are still young. Xiaotao's father said that Chinese medicine is the most difficult to learn in medicine. It is worth studying for a lifetime. Don't be discouraged. I went to several hospitals for this disease and they said there was no cure. This is the cure. Although it can’t be cured, there is a medicine that is somewhat effective and can keep me alive.”
"medicine?"
"Well, one pill a day. Today's infusion has been finished, so I have some strength after the infusion. If you come over in the afternoon, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you awake."
After seeing He Qingwen coming out of the hospital, I unconsciously found a noodle shop opposite the hospital. I ordered some plain noodles and found a seat in a corner. While waiting for the noodles to be delivered, I took out my mobile phone.
*
In the RV.
Just halfway through lunch, a video invitation popped up on the phone on the table.
Shen Yunqing put down his chopsticks and said, "It's Wujue." He reached out and clicked the call.
Jiang Lingxi also put down her chopsticks, stood up and moved to the chair next to Shen Yunqing.
Shen Yunqing's back stiffened slightly, and she silently put her phone between the two of them.
Wujue on the other end saw two faces that were very close to each other on the screen.
He took a breath and said, "I just went to see that Ms. He."
"How about it?"
"Her condition is more serious than we expected. With her pulse condition, she won't survive now. I suspect there is something wrong with the medicine she is taking, and there is also something wrong with this hospital." Then he said about his decision, "I'm going to Stay for another two days and investigate this hospital."
(End of chapter)
