213 Days are numbered

Hearing what Shui Ling said so much, Wang Wei sighed for a while, but she was not surprised, Shui Ling was only nineteen years old this year, which nineteen-year-old girl was as precocious as her? Whenever Wang Wei talked to Shui Ling, he always felt that it was not like a nineteen-year-old girl talking at all, but like talking to an elder who was older than himself.

"You say that compared to the two of us, whose fate is more miserable?"

Driving the car, Wang Wei raised his eyes and looked at Shui Ling in the rearview mirror, she could only use such a ridiculous way to alleviate the depressing atmosphere, Shui Ling was a lack of love in childhood, and she was unladylike, it was quite miserable.

"I don't know, maybe I'll be worse than you."

In the back seat, Shui Ling turned her head sideways, looking out of the car window with an indifferent face, the innocent appearance of the long hair shawl, but it looked extremely vicissitudes, she thought that if she was not reborn, it would indeed be worse than Wang Wei's fate, but she was reborn, although she was eighteen years old, but the time of rebirth was just the turning point in her life, and she still had time to change her fate, meet the right person, and live her own life.

Maybe this was too profound, Wang Wei couldn't hear it, and Shui Ling didn't have the heart to explain, the two chatted in the past, and just arrived at the gate of the Beijing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, because the studio was relatively close to the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the two bodyguards dispatched by Gao Yuan were already waiting at the door of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine shrouded in darkness.

I have to say that the construction of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital is also ancient enough, where is it like in the hospital, entering the door is a big garden, the garden is planted with a lot of medicinal materials, turning through the garden, and into a forest, the inpatient department is in the forest.

"It's like a resort, it's a nice environment, it's quiet and the air is fresh."

Bodyguard A behind Shui Ling couldn't help but say to Bodyguard B. Bodyguard B agreed. He replied: "The environment is good. But how come the people who are hospitalized here are all elderly? ”

There are also a lot of patients wearing hospital gowns in the forest walking, but without exception are gray-haired elders, at a glance, they think they have entered a nursing home, in fact, this is not surprising, now young people are trying to be convenient and fast, Chinese medicine treatment is slow, Western medicine treatment symptoms are fast. Therefore, those who believe in traditional Chinese medicine are the older generation, and when they come here to be hospitalized, they should be healthy and relaxed.

However, Grandma Shui is not so peaceful and far-reaching, she is really sick, the old man is old, and her body bones are not as good as before, plus Lu Jing disappeared with Shui Ming, and the property of the Shui family was swept away by that cheap woman, and Shui Qi's spirit went wrong again, and Grandma Shui was congested for a while. Immediately he became terminally ill.

But she insisted on going to the Beijing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to complete the last journey of her life, because there was her son here. When Shui Qi was insane, he didn't know who he answered, and insisted on coming to the capital, but Grandma Shui was seriously ill and couldn't take care of Shui Qi, so she had to follow her to the capital.

Besides, the news that Shui Ling was admitted to Beijing University was spread by the head teacher Xu Huichun, and it had already spread all over the streets and alleys of Lushui Town, and then Liang Qinglin called back, saying that he saw Shui Ling at Beijing University, so although Grandma Shui dragged her sick body, she privately thought that Shui Ling was also in Beijing, so she still had something to rely on.

In front of Grandma Shui's ward, Shui Ling observed, didn't see Shui Qi, so he motioned to two bodyguards to wait by the door, and he pushed the door in, the ward was lit by daylight, and I saw that under the snow-white sheets, there was Grandma Shui with gray hair, and her old face was still covered with a ventilator, and the heart monitor on the side made a regular "drip" sound.

She is much older than Shui Ling when she was still in the water, and she has lost a lot of weight, and the whole person is only skinny and bone-like, Rao is coming to the Beijing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Shui Ling has to admit that Grandma Shui is really running out of time, and her spirit is gone.

"Grandma."

Seeing that Grandma Shui's eyelids moved, Shui Ling approached, called softly, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She struggled to raise her dry hand full of wrinkled skin, took off the ventilator on her face, smiled hard at the water, and said,

"Spirit, here you are."

The throat was dry and rough, as if he had been thirsty for a long time, Shui Ling nodded, proving that he was indeed here, and sighed secretly, raised his eyes to search, but did not find the kettle and cup on the bedside table.

"Ahem, ahem......"

As soon as she wanted to get up and ask the nurse for water, Grandma Shui, who was lying on the bed, pinched her hand, and the old man seemed to be coughing with his last strength, and he reached out tremblingly, pointed to the cabinet opposite, and gestured to Shui Ling, saying:

"Open it, there's a big plastic box inside, and there's a small wooden box in the big box, you open it."

"Okay."

According to the words, Shui Ling got up and walked to the opposite cabinet, and took out the small box from the big box, the small box is wooden, and the lid of the box is carved with large roses, and the wood paint on the edge of the petals is almost polished, revealing the original brown, this box Shui Ling has seen it from her grandmother before, but I don't know what it is used for.

"Open it."

Grandma Shui, who was lying on the hospital bed, saw that Shui Ling just sat back on the side of the bed with the box in her hand, so she urged again, so Shui Ling stretched out her finger and gently pressed the brass buckle of the box to open the old box.

The box was small, about the size of an A4 paper, but very deep, about 20 centimeters deep, and contained a pair of gold bracelets, a few fine pieces of jade, a few IOUs, and a book... Title Deed?!

"Spirit, grandma is leaving, I have a few words to say to you at the end, you come closer."

The terminally ill old man slowly raised his hand and stroked the wooden box held by Shui Ling, as if he was reluctant, and finally ruthlessly, pushed the wooden box into Shui Ling's arms, and said:

"This is the real estate certificate of the villa in Lushui, which is also the ancestral property of our family, your father is crazy, Lu Jing took Shui Ming and didn't know where to go, the family's money made Lu Jing roll away, I sold the other properties to pay off your father's debts in the coal mine, the reason why our family will fail like this, Lu Jing took away only a part of the cash, but also because the coal mine Boss Liu dragged the wages of the miners, and finally the wages of the workers were made up by selling the real estate by me, these IOUs were written by Boss Liu to your father, You are now my only grandson, the villa is left to you, and the debt on the IOU is also left to you, and if you have a difficult life in the future, you will go and collect the debt on the IOU. ”

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Happy Valentine's Day to all. (To be continued......)