Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan finally arrived at the ward.
It was late at night, and except for a few nurses on night shift who were still there, other patients in the hospital, their families, and doctors had all taken a break.
When I arrived outside Room 302, I saw that the lights inside were still on, and a woman's cry could be faintly heard inside.
Zhang Fan stepped forward, pushed open the door, and saw clearly the scene inside.
There was only one bed in the ward, and on the bed lay a skinny middle-aged man with an oxygen tube inserted and wearing a patient's uniform. He lay motionless on the bed and was already dying.
Next to him, there was a white-haired old woman sitting. She threw herself in front of the middle-aged man's bed and cried loudly.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan frowned slightly. It turned out that the woman who just answered the phone was not the account owner's lover, but might be his mother.
"What's wrong with him?" Zhang Fan stepped forward and asked in surprise.
Because of the systematic translation effect, everything Zhang Fan said was directly translated into the Fusang language.
The other party's Fusang language will also be translated into Chinese language.
"He is seriously ill, and the hospital has determined that he has only a few days left to live."
"Excuse me...who are you?" The white-haired old woman raised her old face and turned to look at Zhang Fan and asked.
"I am his friend. I came to see him because I learned about his physical condition."
"Can I have a private conversation with him?"
"Don't worry, I'll just say a few words to him." Zhang Fan said seriously.
"He has been unconscious for a long time. Even if you want to talk to him, you can't." The white-haired old woman said with tears streaming down her face.
"It's okay." Zhang Fan waved his hand and sighed.
"I'm right outside the door. If anything happens, just call me." In the end, the white-haired old woman compromised and left the ward, making room for Zhang Fan to chat alone.
Her child's time is running out, and now he is alive, but he is simply hanging on without swallowing.
After the white-haired old woman left, Zhang Fan summoned Lord Bachi from the ghost frame.
As soon as Master Bachi appeared, the temperature of the entire ward dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it became as cold as an ice cellar.
Lord Bachi was dressed in a red robe, and her whole body was enveloped in a strong supernatural aura. Her presence was invisible to ordinary people. Even if the white-haired old woman walked into the ward again, no trace of her would be found.
"Sister Chi, if you have anything to say, just tell him, but he shouldn't be able to communicate with you in this state." Zhang Fan took a few steps back and made way for Master Bachi, allowing her to get closer to him. Young man.
Master Bachi did not speak, but slowly approached the middle-aged man who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed. He stared at him for a long time with a complicated expression, and then he took out a finger painted with red nail polish and pointed it on the man's forehead.
With just one finger falling, the middle-aged man suddenly began to tremble violently, looking extremely painful.
"Sister Chi, what are you..."
Zhang Fan asked in surprise.
This was in a hospital, and the other party's mother was still outside the door. Although he didn't have a few days to live, if someone died, it would still be unnecessary trouble.
"Shh!" Master Bachi made a silencing gesture.
At this time, deep in the heart of the middle-aged man...
That year, the breeze blew over the hills and it was a scorching summer.
Cicadas kept squeaking on the tree trunks, and the scorching heat made people breathless.
At this time, a little boy wearing a white camisole was pouring water with a water pipe in the courtyard, trying to use water to dispel the scorching summer heat.
Suddenly, at this time, a cool breeze blew inexplicably from a distance. The little boy raised his head in surprise and looked outside. He saw a tall and strong woman wearing a red skirt and a straw hat. She looked strange. appeared at the door.
Seeing each other, the little boy felt nervous
, panic appeared on his face, and a thought instinctively appeared in his heart, that is, the woman in front of him was so tall, taller than every woman he had ever seen.
"Ah——" the little boy screamed strangely and fell to the ground in fright.
"Are you afraid of me?" The tall woman smiled and approached the little boy step by step.
"Sister, who are you?" the little boy asked timidly.
"I'm your friend, I live next door." The tall woman smiled, slowly bent down, and pulled the little boy up from the ground.
"Then why have I never seen you?" the little boy asked curiously.
"That's because I rarely come out." The tall woman explained with a smile.
"Sister, you are so good-looking, even prettier than my mother."
"Then do you like mom, or do you like me, the big sister?"
"I like them all." The little boy smiled innocently.
...
Soon, the day passed in a hurry, and the sky gradually dimmed.
The little boy looked at the tall woman who turned and walked towards the door, and asked with some reluctance: "Sister, where are you going?"
"I'm leaving." The tall woman didn't look back, she just stopped and said with a smile.
"Then can we meet again?" the little boy asked.
"No, it's time to wake up from your dream. I'm really sorry for these years." The tall woman waved her hand, and her figure walked further and further away, and finally disappeared completely.
When the little boy saw this, he looked frustrated and hurriedly chased after him, but no matter how hard he chased, he could not leave the courtyard where he was.
He seemed to be trapped in the courtyard.
Trapped his body, trapped his heart.
...
Master Bashiku stood up slowly, took a few steps back, and moved away from the middle-aged man on the hospital bed.
"Let's go." Lord Bachi glanced at Zhang Fan with a complicated expression and said softly.
At this moment, there was a sense of relief in her eyes, as if the knot in her heart that had troubled her for many years had been opened.
"Sister Chi, is it over now?" Zhang Fan asked in surprise.
"Otherwise?" Master Bachi asked.
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Fan quickly agreed.
After walking out of the ward, Zhang Fan saw the white-haired old woman sitting on a chair, wiping tears.
Seeing Zhang Fan walking out, the white-haired old woman quickly wiped away her tears and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving."
"You should go to bed early. I have some money here. Auntie, take it first. It should be helpful to you." Zhang Fan took out a wallet filled with Fuso State banknotes from his pocket and handed it to the white-haired old woman with his backhand. .
"That's impossible. I can't accept the money." The white-haired old woman waved her hands and refused to accept the money.
"Take it, take it as a token of my appreciation. You will have a lot of uses for your money in the future, so you don't have to be polite to me." Zhang Fan forced the wallet into the other person's hand and sped up.
