"Do you know how paraquat patients end up dying? Ninety percent of them regretted it, whether they were intubated, or they were on ventilators, or they had tubes hanging all over their bodies. ”

The doctor shook his head: "Someone wrote on a piece of paper 'I want to live, I regret it!'; Someone grabbed the doctor's hand, pulled the blood marks, and kept shouting 'Help me!'; Others held their loved ones until they stopped breathing. ”

Xiang Yirou listened, there was a muffled thunder on his head, and his hand bit the doctor's sleeve: "Doctor, my mother just wants to scare my father...... She didn't drink much!"

"Don't worry. The doctor comforted: "Drink a small amount, wash the stomach in time, there is hope." If the financial situation allows, a lung transplant may still be a chance. ”

Qian Ma and Zhang Yun stood aside, looked at the doctor's expression, and felt that it should be a false alarm. Qian Ma didn't believe that Ren Yuyu would really take her own life, but it was just a ritual that bordered on religious madness, and the bottle of paraquat might be filled with water.

It turned out that when Xiang Yirou went home, Ren Yuyu became thriving day by day, and there was no acute congestion at all.

On this day, Ren Yiyu regrouped, went to the company on time, and then broke the adultery.

The details are probably not clear to Qian's mother, and Fang Cai's call was made to Yizhen while she was in chaos. It was only now that I suddenly realized, could it be that Ren Yuyu carried paraquat with him every day? This was obviously premeditated, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was a conspiracy.

Xiang Zhou, who had been missing for a long time, finally appeared, but he was also driven by public opinion. A month ago, Ren Yuyu brought him into disrepute. Now that she is almost absurd and dramatic, the moral label falls on his head, and it is because of his infidelity to his family that this poor woman is driven to a dead end. Therefore, Xiang Zhou had to resist the pressure of public opinion to be responsible for a life.

Xiang Yirou learned from the doctor that Ren Yuyu did not have paraquat concentrations in her blood. There was no decrease in hemoglobin, no pathological changes on chest CT, no abnormalities in blood gas analysis, blood picture data and heart rate on electrocardiogram, and no burn marks in the mouth. It is clear that Ren did not ingest paraquat.

Only then did Xiang Yirou understand that she had bought off this person under the pretext of family harmony and delayed Ren Yiyu's hospitalization.

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Until the evening, Yizhen did not receive any more calls from Qian's mother. Ember struck her at the side: "You think everyone is as stupid as you." Eighty percent is a bitter plan, if she doesn't advance, she will retreat, and in the past few days, she will move towards the next step. ”

Yizhen nodded: "I think so now." Ren Yiyu would not be such a spirited person. ”

Ember glanced at her twice, and said loudly, "So what are you still doing there? Why don't you go to bed quickly, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Yizhen glanced at Ye Yeyan: "I don't know how Bai Ge'er is now." ”

"It shouldn't be fine. If the situation is really bad, Qian Ma will definitely inform you, and now your stepmother is ready to go, so she shouldn't be able to take care of Brother Bai. ”

Night Ember replied on the one hand, and leaned on the other side: "So you don't care about other people's affairs anymore, go to bed early and get up early to take care of your health, more important than anything else." Aunt. ”

"Got it, uncle. "It's true to take a look at the embers. Red bean porridge is still cooking in the kitchen, and the rich aroma wafts from the kitchen to the living room.

Two bowls of sweet and soft red bean porridge were served, one bowl for each person. Yizhen suddenly remembered about the lemon and said, "By the way, young master, can you arrange a job for the lemon?"

"Why should I give her a job? Ember used a spoon to stir the fragrant rice in the bowl, "She's not me." ”

"Huh, aren't you very helpful?" Yizhen muttered and took a small sip of porridge. The black crow's eyelashes are shiny with a circle of paint, and the chewing of the gills leads the small nose and beak to move, from this angle, like a little hamster.

"Who told you I like to help others. It's helping each other and taking what they need. ”

"It's like you haven't bothered anyone. ”

"I didn't bother people for no reason, I settled the salary. Night Ember glanced at Yizhen: "It's strange, why did you promise someone else's matter and come to trouble me? You alone are enough for me to trouble." ”

"Oh. If you don't want to help, forget it. Yizhen puffed out his cheeks and continued to drink porridge. Ember held back a smile: "Can you beg me to die?"

Yizhen snorted disdainfully from his nose: "Why should I beg you for other women? Just mention it casually, if you don't want to, forget it." ”

Ember kept his face and smiled a little demonically: "I can make an exception for you." Yizhen couldn't resist for a while, and choked out directly.

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Mother Qian returned home, went upstairs and opened the room, Bai Ge'er had been locked in the room for half a month. In the past half a month, Ren Yiyu has been sick, Xiang Yirou has been thinking about regrouping, and he is also very clever in his eyes. Qian's mother could only ask Bai Ge'er for half a month's leave, and today, while her husband came back, Xiang Yirou should not push the hard board from Bai Ge'er.

The corner of the room was oppressively black, and only the outline of a side face could be faintly seen, and a shallow shadow of moonlight perched on it. The figure froze there, motionless, with some terror bordering on grotesque.

"Brother Baier?" Qian Ma called softly

There was no response.

Bai Ge'er didn't seem to hear. He really shouldn't have come back. With one foot at the door, what awaits him is an abyss that is a few acres wide and a few deep.

There was nothing, all the sound of wind and rain was blocked by a golden bell cover. Terror without pain is the real terror, like an echo of another world. The body is gone, the soul is imprisoned in the gap between yin and yang, and reincarnation is still unknown.

Qian's mother called him again. Bai Ge'er came back to his senses, and the lights had been turned on at some point, and the dazzling light was a little smoky. He blinked his dull eyes and seemed to be crying.

How he spent his days these days, he didn't remember at all. He lives on the spectrum of memory. He vividly remembered everything that had happened in England, the goose feather snow that flew outside the shop window on Christmas Eve; Christmas hats, red socks, bells, gift boots, ribbon balls, and greeting cards on the dazzling Christmas tree visible in the transparent window; They ate fruit tarts and cake scones in York's tea room; Make gingerbread houses together in the hotel; He remembered the rows of low cabins in the snow, and the enchanting orange-colored flames that flickered in the square glass, which must have come out of the fireplace......

Most impressively, he remembers his brave walk through the vaulted cloister at the top of the tower of St. Paul's Cathedral...... Everything is already far away from him.

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