During the time when the Purple Fire Spacecraft took off, Li Ling was in a coma, so he missed the most spectacular moment when the Purple Fire Spacecraft took off.

Of course, half a month later, Li Ling woke up, and gradually recovered his strength, and told Li Ling what happened after Li Ling fell into a coma without a mandala without expression, I have to say that Mandala really doesn't have a little story to tell, just like reading a paper, Li Ling always falls asleep when he listens to it, in fact, Li Ling wants Shan Tianfang to talk about it.

"Brother Li Ling, you're awake." Quiet wore a white knee-length dress and a pink buddy hat today, and walked in with a plate of washed Xinjiang grapes from outside the personal ward with a smile, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"When I woke up, I couldn't move all day asleep like this, and I felt like I was overtaking a pig. Coupled with the old-fashioned mechanical sound of the mandala, I was almost asleep again. Li Ling laughed to himself.

"Pig ......" Mandala's expression was still indifferent, and he said lightly: "Junzhi, the pig is getting fatter and fatter when you lie down, but you are getting thinner and thinner when you lie down." ”

It's not funny at all. Li Ling smiled awkwardly.

"Brother Li Ling, you're still listening to Sister Mandala tell you about what happened after you fell into a coma." Quietly smiling, he came to a chair in a hospital bed and sat down dignifiedly.

"Well...... Because, I feel full of doubts. Is gluttony really dead? It's a pity that I didn't kill the gluttony. Li Ling asked with a little regret.

"It's dead, there's not even a dregs left of the dead." Quietly handed over a thumb-sized red Xinjiang specialty grape.

"Dead? But I still think it's weird. Li Ling opened his mouth slightly in confusion, enjoying the grapes that he fed into his mouth quietly, crisp and delicious, sweet but not greasy, Li Ling ate again and again.

"Is it delicious?" Quietly handed out another grape and asked with a grin.

Since Quiet returned from the tomb, he has been much more cheerful than before.

"It's delicious, Xinjiang grapes are really much better than grapes in other places." Li Ling couldn't help it, so he went to the quiet plate and took two more.

Quietly held the plate and dodged and said: "Don't grab it with your hands, your hands are not washed, they are not clean and unhygienic." ”

When Li Ling was in the countryside before, he never washed his hands when he ate, but Jing Jing was a girl who loved cleanliness, so Li Ling had no choice but to retract his hand and eat the two pieces he was holding, and the rest was all fed by Jing Jing.

However, enjoying and enjoying, Li Ling would still get up from time to time to exercise his muscles and bones, and just when Li Ling got up and walked to the door, a strange roar came from the personal ward next door.

"You all get out of here, I don't need treatment, you all get out of here."

From the voice, it can be heard that it is a very old man, fat and extremely poor. Moreover, he seems to be a very wealthy person, otherwise he would not be able to afford to live in a personal ward in the hospital here.

"What's going on next door? Why is the old man on the other side yelling? Li Ling stood at the door, his eyes looking at the opposite ward.

"I don't know what to do, but there is an old man living opposite, and every day at this time, he will refuse to do an examination." quietly packed up Li Ling's sheets, like a virtuous wife.

"Refuse to get tested?" Li Ling was puzzled. Refusing to do the examination, either he does not trust the doctors here, or this old man feels that he is terminally ill and has no confidence in further treatment.

However, Li Ling didn't care, and only said that this was a normal situation.

But when the two middle-aged doctors on the opposite side came out, the content of the conversation was:

"This old man must be crazy, saying that someone came to visit him at night and told him that this disease is not cured, and if he dies, he will go to heaven, and after being cured, he will go to hell when he dies, don't you think this is nonsense?" A young doctor said.

"Hey, the patient's clinical condition is not very good, and it may also be caused by nightmares or hallucinations." Another older doctor said.

"It's not good to be a doctor, to appease a patient, but it's actually quite a sin." The young doctor shook his head and walked away from the older doctor.

Li Ling listened to the conversation between the two clearly.

"Someone visiting at night?" Li Ling was puzzled, then turned around and entered the room.

"Mandala, I ask you something." Li Ling sat back on the bed and leaned against the quilt that had been folded behind him.

"What's the matter?" Mandala just looked at Li Lingdao expressionlessly.

"On the other side, there was an old man who said that someone had come to visit him at night. Did you find anyone visiting him at night? Li Ling Zhidao said that since he was unconscious, Mandala has been sitting here to accompany him.

"Nope." Mandala replied simply.

Li Ling nodded, since Mandala said no, then there was no. Moreover, the old patient on the other side may really be too ill and has nightmares or hallucinations at night.

"But this old man dreams at night." The mandala has a very sensitive sense of hearing, and it is normal to be able to hear the subtle movements of the other side through the wall.

"Dreams?" Li Ling continued: "What does he dream about at night? ”

"Brother Li Ling, don't worry about other people's affairs, take care of yourself first, besides, I still have nightmares at night?" Quiet actually doesn't like Li Ling to be nosy.

"I'm sorry I'm too curious." Li Ling smiled slightly, didn't ask any more, just frowned and thought about it.

In the hospital, the day passed slowly, except for the examination, lying on the hospital bed, boring watching TV and reading newspapers.

At night, I didn't feel sleepy again.

And Quiet also opened a ward nearby, as his temporary bedroom, which can be regarded as the general's daughter.

At about twelve o'clock in the evening, there was a rustling movement on the opposite side, and listening to the footsteps, it seemed that the old patient was getting up and pacing back and forth in the ward.

Li Ling asked strangely, "What is the old man doing?" ”

"I don't know what to do." Mandala peeled an apple, but, alas, she chopped the apple as a watermelon, and instead of peeling the skin, she divided the apple into eight parts.

"It's not sleepwalking." Li Ling calmed down, gradually improved his hearing, and only heard the old man on the other side keep shouting: "I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go to hell." ”

"Don't come here, I don't want to go to hell, don't."

Li Ling saw that the old man on the other side had a hurried voice, but his voice was not loud, it seemed that he was weak because of his body, so he couldn't roar loudly.

Then, the old man rang the bell, and a nurse who was keeping vigil immediately came from the nurse's table and opened the opposite ward to see what was happening, but as soon as it was opened, the nurse on the opposite side screamed and immediately called the doctor on duty.

Li Ling listened to the scream, and was sure that something must have happened, so he jumped out of bed and headed towards the opposite ward.

As soon as he came to the ward, Li Ling covered his nose, because, the smell of feces in the room, could this old man be sick to the point of incontinence.

Looking at the bed, the old patient was lying on the bed with constant cramps, his face was greatly distorted, and the corners of his mouth were constantly spraying white foam, looking a bit like a sheep epilepsy.

Li Ling immediately came to the old man's side, grabbed the other party's tiger's mouth, and crossed a stream of true qi, the old man relaxed his nerves, gradually improved, and his breathing was no longer disordered and short.

When the doctors and nurses arrived with the equipment, Li Ling had already helped the old patient onto the bed and covered the quilt.

The nurse saw that the old patient had fallen asleep peacefully and became puzzled.

The old doctor immediately came to the old patient's bedside, took the old patient's pulse, and then auscultated, and everything was normal.

"You are?" The doctor looked at Li Ling suspiciously.

"Oh, I'm in the opposite room, and I heard this nurse screaming just now, so I'll come and take a look." Li Ling smiled.

"He's fine now, he's fine." The old doctor looked at Li Ling suspiciously, and always felt that Li Ling was a strange person.

Li Ling shrugged his shoulders awkwardly and walked back to his room, but there was a doubt lingering in Li Ling's heart, when Li Ling had just held the old patient's tiger's mouth, there was a strange amount of force that grew in the old man's body.

I hope it's my own heart! Li Ling glanced back at the old patient who was lying peacefully asleep on the bed.

Li Ling returned to his ward, frowning all the time.

"Junzhi, if you don't sleep again, I'll sleep." Mandala looked at Li Ling coldly.

"Are you sleepy?" Li Ling said.

"No, I'm not going to be sleepy. I just wanted to advise you to sleep. "Mandala Road.

"It's strange the way you persuade people to sleep." Li Ling let out a wry smile helplessly.

"Then I'll tell the story again." The mandala posed, ready to continue telling the story.

"Don't, you can spare me." Li Ling waved his hand again and again, he really couldn't stand the mandala's mechanical mouth.

The next day, early in the morning.

Li Ling was woken up by the noisy sound on the opposite side, and the ward opposite seemed to be crowded with doctors, rescuing them.

When Li Ling went to look outside the ward, a person covered with a white cloth had already been pushed out of the opposite ward, and it was obvious that the patient was the patient who had epilepsy last night.

"Dead?" Li Ling was a little speechless in surprise.

"It is common for people to die, but what we never expected was that this patient would die so suddenly, probably from a heart attack." Last night, the old doctor came to Li Ling's side and said.

"You were the old doctor last night?" Li Ling said.

"Were you the patient last night?" The old doctor said.

"Hello, my name is Li Ling." Li Ling stretched out his hand and said. "My name is Liu Hangju." Liu Hangju stretched out his hand and shook Li Ling's hand.

"Hanging pot to help the world, hanging pot?" Li Ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, but it's really just a hanging pot, if it's really Jishi, that old patient won't die." Liu Hangju sighed slightly.

"You can't blame the doctor for this, sometimes life and death are fateful, and the doctor is just doing the best effort." Li Ling smiled slightly.

"yes." Liu Hangju looked at Li Ling and said, "Did you find any special symptoms of that old patient last night?" ”

"Wow, it seems that someone really came to visit him last night, but it seems to be very mysterious?" When Li Ling heard it last night, the old patient kept telling him not to go to hell, probably because he had done too many bad things in his life.

"How?" Liu Hangju frowned.

"But you may not believe what I say." Li Ling said.

"After so many lives and deaths, what else is there not to believe?" Liu Hangju sighed slightly.

"I suspect that this old sick man did too many bad things in his life, and at this moment, he has just been retributed, maybe the ghost sent him to collect the soul last night?" Li Ling was not afraid of scaring other doctors, so he said so.