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Ziqing felt like she was walking a long road, surrounded by gray fog, and she couldn't see the direction clearly, let alone the way she came...... So tired, so tired.

This, what is this place? Why am I here?

This is definitely not my own knowledge!

Zijing was puzzled in her heart, she felt that there was something unspeakable here... Familiarity.

Ziqing looked around blankly and turned around a few times in place. The familiar feeling is gradually becoming confused, where is this?

A Spirit—Who Am I?!

Ziqing's consciousness began to struggle instinctively, trying to break free from the never-ending oppressive gray.

Finally, she broke free, and the moment she opened her eyes, the light came into view, and she felt as if she had been given a new lease of life, gasping for breath. Only then did she notice a circle of eager and anxious faces around her.

Someone shouted in surprise: "Wake up, finally wake up......"

A familiar woman's voice came into the eardrums: "Big girl, you finally woke up, you must be well, don't scare your mother anymore......"

"Big girl, with Mom and Dad here, you don't have to worry about anything, we will definitely think of a way!" It was a thin and dark middle-aged man, looking very anxious.

Ziqing opened his mouth with difficulty: "Dad." Mommy ......"

"Bcc" "Bcc-"

Damn the plot, how the hell is this? According to the original plot, the original owner would lose her temper because of the arrival of her mother and the picture book, and then her self-esteem was humiliated because of Aunt Hao's milk, and then she fell into a state of shock and was sent to the emergency room for rescue.

But this time...... Nothing happened. My consciousness just entered a very strange space. That's not your own conscious space......

Thinking of this, Zi Jing couldn't help but feel a chill rise up his spine, if it wasn't his own consciousness space, then whose space was it?

The answer was about to come out, but Ziqing couldn't believe it. An ordinary girl. It would be when the soul is not in the body. Will there be conscious space in the body?

Soul? Thinking of this, the previous memories came back to my mind. A few times, Ziqing felt that she almost couldn't control her body, and she always felt that it was the remnants of the original owner. Now it seems. Isn't it. It's the soul of the original owner, and she didn't leave her body?!

After this incident, the second elder of the Wei family was afraid that such a thing would happen again. I plan to hire a special nurse for Ziqing. But it's too expensive to take care of her alone...... In the past, the original owner closed his heart, and he didn't know this, but Ziqing knew, she had really felt the warmth of this home, how could she pretend not to know?

Therefore, Ziqing vigorously objected to them hiring a special nurse and asked to be transferred to a general ward.

Because ordinary wards are cheaper than 100 yuan a day! In this way, at least Qin Meiyun can move bricks a few times......

Of course they disagreed, even so, they felt that they had treated their daughter badly, that they were unproductive, so they could not give their daughter better care and treatment......

Ziqing threatened with death. Sure enough, it worked.

On the same day, Ziqing got her wish and went to the general ward.

There were also two women in the same room, one was about the same age as Ziqing, seventeen or eighteen years old, Zhang Jun, and the other was only seven or eight years old, Wu Xiaomin.

A large ward for two people is quite relaxed, but all three beds are full, and it seems a little suffocating.

Zhang Jun originally lived in the middle bed, so he even occupied the bed and table by the door. A middle-aged woman with bloodshot eyes stood up and saw the nurse arranging the bed, and reluctantly packed up her things.

Ziqing understood that he had disturbed their peace here. However, this is how it should be. Each person can naturally occupy a ward, but if there are many patients, they can only be counted according to the number of beds.

The second elder of the Wei family helped Ziqing make the bed, gave some instructions, and was busy going to work again.

Ziqing officially settled here.

Coincidentally, the two are also leukemia patients. Zhang Jun has found a matching bone marrow transplant and is now in the process of adjusting to the medication, and the operation will be performed in about a week. So relatively speaking, she is very relaxed.

That little girl, Wu Xiaomin...... It seems that since Ziqing moved in, it has been two or three days, and she hasn't seen her family come much. But it is also the quietest and most sensible, eating seriously every day, then resting, and playing games for a while. Even if I have chemotherapy, I don't make a lot of noise.

Anyway, they are all patients in the same ward, and they are young age, and in a day or two, they will be familiar with each other unconsciously.

Zhang Jun's parents are good, one is a white-collar worker, and the other works in a certain agency. In order to take care of her, her mother quit her job and took care of her exclusively. So you don't have to worry about money or anything, every day is completely in accordance with the diet plan prescribed by the doctor.

Zhang Jun squeezed his eyebrows at Ziqing and pursed his mouth, "Xiaolan, do you know...... I heard that her parents are divorcing, saying that she is a disaster star and a drag oil bottle, and they don't want her......"

Although Ziqing didn't like the other party's look and tone, she didn't actually have much evil thoughts in her heart, she just wanted to flaunt that she was accompanied by relatives, she felt that she was happier, and she wanted to publicize this feeling of happiness.

Ziqing just listened quietly. Zhang Jun frowned and ate a boiled egg, poured a mouthful of milk, and muttered: "Hey, it's like this every day, I'm tired of eating it...... By the way, Xiaolan, your condition is so serious, why don't your parents come to accompany you? Oh my God, you don't know, every chemotherapy treatment is so painful, I want to die......"

Ziqing responded: "My parents are going to make money for me to raise medical expenses." ”

Zhang Junman didn't care about it, she didn't have the concept of the word "making money" yet.

Ziqing asked Aunt Hao to bring a set of silver needles for herself, which was originally not allowed for patients to prick themselves casually, if something happened in the hospital, wouldn't it be a black pot for the hospital? Nowadays, there are fewer doctor-patient disputes.

However, this is the kind of civilian acupuncture that costs a few dollars for dozens of moxibustion, with a safety handle, and it can't kill people at all.

Zi Jing thought about it and began to try to prick herself with needles......

After trying a few times, Ziqing found that it seemed that the pain on her body had really been reduced a lot.

Zhang Jun saw that Ziqing dared to casually stick a needle on his body, and shrank for a moment, "Have you studied acupuncture?" But I've seen on the Internet that acupuncture can be used as an adjunct ......"

"Huh? Is it available online? Ziqing felt that he had been nervous by the remnants of the original owner in the past two days, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Zhang Jun took out his tablet and swiped a few strokes on it with his slender fingers, "Oh, that's it." ”

Ziqing took a look at it, corroborated it with her own insights on the symptoms, and finally came up with a more reasonable set of acupuncture techniques. (To be continued......)