“It’s time to take medicine…………..”
A beautiful female nurse exposed her deep V cleavage, swung her sexy long legs, twisted her slender waist, swayed her plump buttocks, and walked into Ward 108 carrying a silver tray. .
There was a small pill box with various pills in the tray, as well as a glass of mineral water and a glass of whiskey.
“Oh………….my little angel is here!”
An old man in his 50s pressed the red button at hand, and the electric bed was slowly raised, and it also lifted the man to the reins.
"I really don't understand you rich people. You are all taking pills one after another to save your life, but you are actually racing against time to enjoy your own life? Well... take pills first, then drink alcohol!"
The nurse thoughtfully placed the small medicine box in the man's palm and handed the water glass to the man as well.
The man glanced at the nurse's plump breasts, smiled, poured all the medicine in the small medicine box into his mouth, took a sip of the Evian mineral water handed over by the female nurse, and put the medicine into his throat.
After taking the medicine, the man handed the water glass back to the female nurse, took the whiskey glass, took a sip and said with a smile.
"Testicular cancer...can you survive by taking medicine? If you can't enjoy sex, you can only enjoy food. This is called seizing the last good time, haha..."
"You are the patient with the best attitude I have ever seen. You are so rich and you don't even have a wife or children. What will happen to your inheritance after your death?"
the female nurse asked curiously.
"No matter how much money I have, I won't be able to take any of it with me when I die. What I spend now belongs to me, otherwise it will just be a string of numbers on my bank account."
As he spoke, the man took out a roll of one thousand US dollars tied with a rubber band from the big box on the bedside table, inserted it into the middle of the female nurse's chest, hit her eyes, and said with a smile.
"I want to drink Romanee-Conti tomorrow..."
After saying that, he took out two wads of US dollars from the paper box and placed them on the nurse's tray.
Looking at the $20,000 in the tray, the 24-year-old female nurse shook her head helplessly. Looking at this cute, generous, and a little bit nasty old man, he smiled and asked thoughtfully.
"Okay...what about the wreaths at the door?"
After hearing what the female nurse said, the man took another sip of whiskey, narrowed his eyes and asked thoughtfully.
"Are they really impatient? How many are there?"
"More than twenty people. Yesterday I threw away more than a dozen as you requested. How many people have you offended? You started sending wreaths before they died?"
the female nurse asked slightly worriedly.
"If you die, you won't be able to see it. They did it deliberately for me to see. They expect me to write their names in the heir column of the tens of billions of dollars' inheritance. Haha..."
The man said calmly.
"You can't take money into your grave, so what if you just find someone more pleasing to your eyes and write your name on it?"
Seeing that the room was a little lifeless, the female nurse helped the man open the curtains.
In an instant, a ray of bright sunlight shone on the man's dry face with heavy dark circles under his eyes.
The man was not used to the sudden sunlight. He covered his eyes with his hands and waited for a while before slowly removing his hands from his face.
"I've worked hard all my life just to make money for these women who have been punished by the agencies and pick up pretty boys? For retirement?"
The man said angrily.
"Then what do you do with all the money you make?"
The female nurse looked at the man puzzled.
"Haha...men make money to show women!"
The man picked up a deck of 54 playing cards on the bedside table, each with a photo of his former girlfriend on the back.
While flipping through it, a proud smile appeared on his face.
"No wonder you are single. With your thinking, which woman would dare to marry you?"
The female nurse often feels puzzled by this old man who is full of nonsense?
"On the contrary... they all threw themselves into my arms. Everyone wanted to marry me, and they even said... they love me!"
The man took another sip of whiskey and said proudly.
"Why don't you marry your true love?"
the female nurse asked with a naughty smile.
"Who would believe it? If you don't love money, how can you love me? Love me for being old? Love me for being thin? Love me for being bald? Or love my bad breath? Love my athlete's foot? Do you love me for being fat? Love me The sullen look on my face when I defecate? Or do you love my unpredictable temper and the three minutes I spend in bed? If I were a woman, I wouldn’t be able to do it even if I saw myself!”
"You... you... don't you see yourself too clearly?"
This was the first time that a man could explain himself so objectively and clearly, but the female nurse seemed a little embarrassed.
"Only when you see yourself clearly can you control yourself, only then can you have the ability to control your life, and only then will you not die in an uncertain future or on the road to youthful success... Is the writer here?"
the man asked calmly.
"I've been waiting at the door for more than 2 hours. I just saw you sleeping and didn't dare to come in to disturb you. Do you want to ask him to come in now?"
The female nurse threw away the withered roses in the vase and put a handful of white lisianthus flowers in the vase.
"Let him come in... Yesterday, I had the same dream again. I want him to record it for me and write a sleepwalking diary after I die."
"Everyone writes life biographies, but you write a sleepwalking diary? It's really different. Don't you want to leave something to the world?"
The female nurse soaked the towel with warm water and said warmly while wiping the man's face.
"When you're alive, you don't expect others to say good things about you. Now that you're dead... you're still waiting for others to sing your praises? It's just a daydream! Besides, even if they are, I can't hear them? Haha... Besides... , I have no descendants, so I don’t have any thoughts. Writing a sleepwalking diary is entirely to fulfill my personal last wish. Now, I just want to satisfy myself!"
The man was touched by the gentle hands of the female nurse, his heart felt itchy and he felt extremely comfortable.
While chatting with the female nurse, the man closed his eyes and felt the tenderness of this moment.
"Do you feel like you've been living your whole life just to satisfy yourself?"
After wiping her face, the female nurse gently poked the man between the eyebrows and said mischievously.
After taking the last sip of whiskey, the man handed the empty glass back to the female nurse and asked coquettishly like a child.
"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth... But it's strange, why do I always have one dream in a row? It feels like I'm watching a TV series?"
"As you said...enjoy every minute of the next moment? Even in your dreams!"
The female nurse patted the back of the man's dry hand thoughtfully and said comfortingly.
Li Jiaren is the most generous, reasonable and quality patient in the VIP ward.
He always gave the highest tips in the hospital. Although he was a bit nasty, he was always a gentleman who talked but did not do anything.
If you are willing to put some thought into filling his eyes, he will understandably let you fill his wallet.
"Do you think people really have an afterlife...?"
Li Jiaren looked out the window at the bright sunshine.
"Yes... of course. What kind of person do you want to be in the next life? Or go back to the world-famous business tycoon you are? Continue to be a wealthy old man with countless beauties chasing after him? Or... .”
The female nurse picked up the tray, chatted with Li Jiaren, and opened the door with a smile.
"No... I'm too tired. I look glamorous on the outside, but I'm actually lonely. I want to change my way of life, and be an ordinary person, or a tree, or a woman... to be understood by everyone, I can be illuminated by the sun, or I can cheat a few men of their money to spend my money, and live my life in a relaxed and carefree way..."
Looking at the dead leaves swaying in the wind outside the window, the man's eyes were full of longing.
"Okay...Mr. Neshu, we'll see you tomorrow."
After speaking, the female nurse smiled and left the ward.
The man subconsciously waited for the writer to come in, but his eyelids didn't know what was going on and just refused to obey.
Gradually, he closed his eyes and entered another dreamland...
