Chapter 223: big problem
Chapter 223 There is a big problem
The moment the door opened, a strong smell of disinfectant hit the face, 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 entered, he couldn't help but want to cover his nose. .
Now without seeing anyone, he was sure that his guess before coming was correct.
The number of lives inside has been changed, and the cruelest method has 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 obviously 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 hospital 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 urge payment. He Qingwen did not stop and said feebly: "Don't rush, 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, can be contacted later. After my daughter, I handed it over to her.”
Her tone was calm, as if she was saying that 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, you can see the gray hair that is about to fall out, and the face that is also full of wrinkles and spots. People in their seventies and eighties believe it.
No one would associate her with the elegant lady in her thirties or forties in the photo.
In just four years, the man 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. 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 clear sound suddenly ringing in her increasingly chaotic mind.
It seems to be the sound of the wooden fish that I heard when I took my husband and daughter to the temple.
She tried to cheer up and asked, "Who are you?"
Wujue originally took this trip just to confirm his and Shen Yunqing's speculations, but he didn't expect the victim's condition to 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, do I?"
Wujue shook his head, with a trace of imperceptible compassion in his voice, "How could it be? 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's face started to feel slightly hot under the mask due to the praise, so he quickly interrupted: "Can I feel your pulse?"
“Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?” “Yes.”
"Xiao Tao's father is also a Chinese medicine practitioner." He Qingwen's voice became a little more intimate, covering up her sadness, and put her hand on the small table, "You take it."
She guessed that the young man in front of her thought her illness was strange and couldn't help but want to check her pulse. He had no expectation that she would be cured.
Nearly four years have passed, and she has gone from being hopeful at the beginning to completely despairing now.
Unconsciously, my fingers fell on the skinny wrist, and it took a while to feel the pulse.
The appearance of a lamp that has run out of oil.
But it is not that the oil that humans naturally age has dried up, but that the internal oil has been drained away by external forces, leaving only a little residual lamp.
This is also thanks to all kinds of modern medical equipment. If it were in ancient times, even if there were various precious medicinal materials to extend one's life, he would never survive today.
The key is that He Qingwen's body is already in urgent need.
If His Majesty had not deduced the clues to Xiaotao's relatives two days ago, and he had not rushed over as soon as he found the clues, given He Qingwen's physical condition, at most ten more days, this lamp that was infinitely on the verge of going out would have been 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 Xiao Tao 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 had just been taken out from the bank. "
Wujue felt embarrassed and said: "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.”
I saw He Qingwen coming out of the hospital, so I 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 placed 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 something wrong with this hospital." Then he said about his decision, "I am going to Stay for another two days and investigate this hospital."
(End of this chapter)