Feng Qianqian also felt that she was being unreasonable. The old man was full of energy, but I said that he would die at eleven o'clock tonight, and it was normal for his children to be angry.
"Haha, don't be angry, don't be angry. This child must have a high fever and be confused. Don't act like a child." Feng Qianqian apologized to the man and woman.
Sun Dandan put her little hand into my quilt and pinched my waist with reproachful eyes.
"Hmph." The woman glared at me fiercely, "Child, we are not as knowledgeable as you, but if you are talking nonsense, we are really rude. Who are you? Cursing my father to death, we have not offended you. Bar."
The man also scolded me several times before giving up, and then they discussed whether to go through the discharge procedures for the old man. During this period, they looked at me from time to time.
But for some reason, the man stared at me and suddenly said, "Let's not leave the hospital yet. Didn't this bastard say that our dad will die tonight? I want to see if anything will happen to my dad!"
When the widow Feng Qianqian heard this, she thought he was looking for trouble and quickly told the man that those were stupid words I said after having a fever and told him not to take them seriously.
But the man got into a fight with me and insisted on waiting until midnight to see if his father would really die. Then he took out a cigarette and left the ward angrily.
The old man continued to wolf down his lunch box as if nothing had happened.
Her daughter frowned and said worriedly: "Dad, please eat slowly. Are you eating a little too much? Don't overfill it."
After the woman finished speaking, she tried to grab the old man's chopsticks.
The old man looked straight at her and roared: "Leave me alone, I'm hungry. If you don't let me eat, are you asking me to eat you?"
The woman was frightened and took a step back, looking at her father with a strange face.
She may have felt something was wrong at this moment and ran out to find a doctor.
The old man continued to devour the box lunch, and in a short time he had eaten three boxes. It is rare for an adult to eat this much, let alone an old man.
Even a fool can see that this old man is not normal at this moment. Everyone in the ward looked at the old man very strangely, and then looked at me with thoughtful eyes.
Feng Qianqian was also frightened by the old man's ferocious appearance and stayed away from him. Then she handed me a box of lunch and asked in a low voice, "Ping An, this old man is indeed a little abnormal. Why does he feel like an evil ghost? He is really evil tonight." Will he die?"
Sun Dandan also looked at me with a questioning look.
I shook my head and whispered, "I don't know either, but I do have the gut feeling that he is going to die."
Without confirmation, I am not sure whether the old man is dead or alive. I won’t know until night.
At the same time, I am extremely sure at this moment that this kind of prophetic intuition must be my special ability.
But I didn't feel happy at all, because it was my special status that came down from the sky that put me in danger.
It also indirectly caused the death of my father and grandfather. Usually I can only look at their photos.
In the past eighteen years, it has been very difficult for my mother to raise me as both a father and a mother, and she has never found a man for me.
I just want to live an ordinary life, make a lot of money, be filial to my mother, and take care of her for the rest of my life.
But now that I am facing a life-and-death crisis, and having my mother run around for me, I feel really guilty inside.
Feng Qianqian took a deep breath and asked me to eat first.
Sun Dandan also thoughtfully wanted to feed me, but I refused.
After a while, the old man's children and the doctor walked into the ward together.
When the doctor saw the old man devouring his lunch box, he examined and inquired with a solemn expression for a long time, but couldn't figure out the reason. Finally, he suggested that the old man stay in the hospital for a while and take a look.
The woman glanced at me and asked the doctor in a worried voice, "Doctor, that kid said my dad will die tonight. Is my dad really okay now?"
The doctor looked at me differently, with a disdainful expression, "How can you believe what the child said?" Then he shook his head and left the ward.
After lunch, I had a fever again at about one o'clock and was extremely uncomfortable.
Although the doctor was curious, after checking for a while, he just regarded my symptoms as a severe cold and fever and continued to give me injections.
Fortunately, around 5 p.m., the fever finally showed signs of subsidence.
But what worries me is that the sky is dark and my mother has been away all day and she hasn't come back yet.
After making several calls, the phone was still turned off, which made me extremely worried.
It wasn't until about six o'clock when we were all anxious that my mother finally walked into the ward dusty and dusty, her hair messy and messed up like this.
The first thing I did after coming in was to ask me how my day was and whether my fever had gone down. My mother touched my forehead and her face finally softened a lot when my fever went down.
Feng Qianqian asked worriedly, "Ya Ru, where have you been today? Why have you been worried about us for so long? Why is your phone turned off?"
"Hey, the phone is out of battery." My mother sighed and added, "I'm exhausted, so I went to the temple in the city to see if there was a master who could save my son from the catastrophe of life and death. Who knows where The abbot is not here yet.”
"After I came back, I started to inquire about which immortal in Shiliba Village was the most powerful. But when I went to the immortal's house and listened to my explanation of my son's condition, no one dared to help. They were all afraid."
"Ah?" Feng Qianqian asked worriedly, "What should we do? We can't delay this matter."
My mother looked at me gloomily and said, "What else can I do? Tomorrow I will go and beg others. Even if I kneel down and kowtow, I will ask them to save my son."
Hearing this, I lowered my eyes, feeling even more guilty and feeling like a burden.
Then my mother charged the phone, and as soon as she turned it on, a call came in.
After she was connected, she kept nodding and her eyes gradually brightened, "Yeah, yeah, that's great, thank you, thank you so much, auntie, thank you so much. If you saved my son's life, I will definitely not treat you badly, senior brother, thank you, Come over tomorrow night, okay? Thank you, okay..."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Qianqian looked at her overjoyed mother and asked curiously what was going on.
My mother looked at me with joy and said, "My son is saved. The person who called me just now was a great immortal who has a good relationship with me."
"Explain that her senior brother will come back from out of town tomorrow. He reported my son's disaster to her senior brother before and said that her senior brother is very curious about my son's condition and will come over tomorrow night to check on my son."
"Her senior brother's moral skills are several times higher than hers. He might really be able to help my son survive the disaster."
When Feng Qianqian and her daughter heard this, they also looked relieved, saying that was great, that there was no end to the problem, and I was saved.
After a brief chat, the mother and daughter gave me some instructions and then went home.
My mother sent them out. When she came back, she glanced at the old man in the hospital bed next to her and asked me in a low voice, "Son, I heard Aunt Feng tell me that you said that the old man would die at eleven o'clock in the evening. Is this true or false?" Yes."
I shook my head, nodded solemnly, frowned and said, "I feel there is a 90% chance."
I'm sure that's because the closer to night, the stronger my intuition becomes.
I glanced at the old man lying next to me and felt like he was a dead man.
