Leaving the ward, Xiao Linghu quickly went downstairs, he really didn't want to meet the cold, and he hadn't walked out of the inpatient department yet, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure limping in front of him, where he went.

"Feng Yuyan?" The name immediately popped into his mind, no! She is now called Liu Piaopiao.

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, followed in that direction, and looked up at the sign of the medical office: Pediatric Ward.

"What is she doing here?" He thought and walked in, there were more than a dozen wards on both sides of the corridor here, but he didn't know where Liu Piaopiao had gone.

Liu Piaopiao has not contacted him since he called him that night, and Xiao Linghu has not received that call. Later, Xiao Linghu went to the house in Xiliu Lane to check it again, but now the yard with pomegranate trees has moved to live in someone else, whether it is Liu Piaopiao or Mo Yun, they have not gone back.

Xiao Linghu thought that he had cut off contact with Liu Piaopiao, but he didn't expect to meet her here again. He was thrilled in his heart, and secretly swore that even if he had to search all the wards, he would find her.

He really had to rummage through one ward after another, until he found the ward at the top, and before he opened the door, he saw Liu Piaopiao's figure from the glass window at the door, he was overjoyed, and was about to push the door in, but found that she was holding a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, looking at a little boy on the bed who seemed to be asleep, crying in pain, beside her, a doctor with a mask was talking to him, and a nurse wearing a mask on the other side was also packing up the needles and sundries, and ran out.

Xiao Linghu hurriedly flashed to the side, saw the nurse come out, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the child in there?" ”

The nurse didn't want to pay attention to this daredevil, but when she looked up and saw such a young and handsome face, she couldn't help but stop and kindly tell him, "That child is dead!" ”

Xiao Linghu was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, and was about to push the door in, but the nurse hurriedly stopped: "Don't go in, that child has tuberculosis, which will be contagious!" ”

Xiao Linghu's outstretched hand retracted again. Turning his head to see that the nurse had already walked away, he hesitated for a moment and followed.

At the nurse's duty office, he inquired and found out that the child was Liu Piaopiao's son, who had just turned four years old.

"What a pity!" A nurse told him, "That little boy is as beautiful as his mother, but there is no way, who told him to get this disease?" ”

"How long has he been here?" Xiao Linghu asked.

Another nurse said, "It's been a month this time. ”

"Have you ever lived here before?" He asked.

"Yes!" The first nurse replied: "Since last year, this child has been sent every once in a while, but you also know that his disease can't be cured at all, if it were an ordinary family, he would have given up treatment a long time ago, and it was not easy for his mother, so he just let him live for another year!" ”

Xiao Linghu suddenly understood something, and heard another nurse in his ears saying: "If it were me, forget it a long time ago, how much will it cost this year!" ”

"It's okay now, it's liberated when you're dead, and the child is liberated, and your mother is liberated!" Another nurse followed.

Xiao Linghu fled and left, and he finally understood why Liu Piaopiao cared so much about money. She wants money more than herself, but she has a more reason than herself!

He returned to the ward at the top, but he didn't see Liu Piaopiao and the child, only two medical staff in white clothes and masks, playing disinfectant in the room.

"What about the kid?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Pushed to the morgue!" A man asked without looking back.

Xiao Linghu left the ward and ran to the morgue, he knew where that place was.

The morgue of the Central Hospital is located in the northwest corner of the hospital, which is a very remote place, where all the bodies are sent and then awaiting the family's claim. Unclaimed corpses are sometimes pulled by medical institutions as anatomical samples of students, and most of them are pulled directly to mass graves for burial.

Outside the morgue, Xiao Linghu saw Liu Piaopiao who was hiding her face and crying, and a thin woman in a gray cloth cheongsam was standing at the door, as if all the misery was nothing more than that.

He hesitated for a moment, but still walked over, looking at her sad appearance, and his heart was also full of sadness, he stretched out an arm and put his arm around her shoulder.

Liu Piaopiao was shocked, and when she turned her head to see Xiao Linghu, she became more and more sad, treating him as a relative, leaning on his chest, and couldn't help crying anymore.

Xiao Linghu didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hug her and let her tears wet his clothes.

After a long time, Liu Piaopiao woke up from excessive sadness, she left Xiao Linghu's embrace, reached out and pulled her scattered hair, and a haggard face was full of tiredness.

"I'm sorry!" She whispered, she had already seen Xiao Linghu's chest, and she was wet with her tears.

"I didn't ...... It's okay! Xiao Linghu said, thought for a while, and asked, "Just put him here?" ”

Liu Piaopiao glanced at him and nodded.

Xiao Linghu said: "I know that you are short of money, so it's okay, I'll buy a small coffin for you, or find a place to bury it, sooner or later it will be used as an autopsy test by those doctors here!" ”

"But I owe you so much money!" Liu Piaopiao was worried.

Xiao Linghu let out a wry smile: "My sister! You're my sister! You don't have to pay back the money! ”

Liu Piaopiao finally nodded.

At the moment, Xiao Linghu floated out of the door of the hospital with Liu Piao, there is a coffin shop opposite the hospital, this coffin is also a place, as long as it is a dead person in the hospital, most of them will go to this coffin shop to choose, but the coffin in the coffin shop is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the best in this shop is the Nanmu coffin, followed by the fir coffin, again the pine coffin, and the cheaper is the thin-skinned willow plank, which is the poor family really has no money to buy such a coffin.

Xiao Linghu bought a small cedar coffin and spent ten oceans, which made Liu Piaopiao very unhappy, so he almost had to talk to him again and serve him for free.

After putting the child's body into a small coffin, Xiao Linghu hired a carriage to carry the coffin out of Zhongshan Gate, and then found a place on a nearby wild mountain, and with the help of the coachman, dug a pit and buried it.

Although he had been driving behind the carriage, he also knew that this Xiao family's car was still not suitable for pulling the coffin, which was too unlucky.

After everything was processed, Xiao Linghu looked at his watch, it was already past noon.

Liu Piaopiao sat weakly in front of the small new grave, and after burning the last piece of paper, the tears on her face had already dried, and even her eyes were dry, and she couldn't cry anymore if she wanted to.

Looking at her almost withered face, Xiao Linghu felt very heartbroken, helped her down the wild mountain, returned to the highway, and let her sit in the passenger seat next to him, and drove to the city.