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I saw that at the entrance of the inpatient department, a person was wearing a refreshing white shirt, a pair of slim low-waisted jeans, and a pair of cool sandals.

However, under the yellow light, a person standing there seemed so lonely and desolate.

I looked around, there was very little traffic, so I walked forward, looking at the back, the white shirt was slightly transparent, revealing the suspender belt inside, the shirt that barely fitted, in the moment when I gently brushed the bangs, the clothes moved up, revealing a slender white waist, low-waisted jeans were tight and stiff, and a touch of black was inlaid on the edge of the light blue jeans.

I can't help but think of non-wrong.

"Hey, why are you? What are you doing in the hospital? ”

At this moment, Qianying suddenly turned around, and her slender and smooth little hands were pinching a wisp of bangs and clamping them on her ears. Showing a smile of surprise, invisibly adding a touch of style.

My gaze subconsciously drifted over the towering and upright bulge of Qianying, and a black trace loomed, and I secretly screamed in my heart. But he immediately realized that this was very impolite, and his eyes moved to his pretty face in a panic, like the faint fluff on his clotted white skin, and he smiled: "What a coincidence, why are you here?" Who in your family is sick? ”

Qianying is none other than the one who has met twice, Song Yan, the eldest lady of the Song family.

The smile on Song Yanqiao's face gradually faded, and there was a trace of sadness on her brows: "It's my mother who is sick and has a bad cold!" I've been hospitalized for a few days, and it's not getting better, but it's getting heavier and heavier! ”

Cold? Are all hospitalized? Rich people are so capricious!

I muttered a few words in my heart, thinking that when I caught a cold, I was fighting the past, I couldn't stand it seriously, and I was just taking medicine. But Song Yan's mother actually came to the hospital. And with her status as a Song family, the cliff will not live in an ordinary ward, it must be a high-end special care ward. The cost of one day can be worth a month's salary of an average office worker, not including hiring a nurse and the like, messy and invisible consumption.

But in any case, it's not a happy thing to have someone get sick. With my character, I naturally won't do anything that adds fuel to the fire. spoke out to comfort Song Yan and enlightened her.

Maybe suddenly saw me, an acquaintance, and worried about my mother's illness, the cold Song Yan actually complained endlessly. It probably means that the level of the hospital is not good, a lot of money is spent, and a small cold is treated into a severe cold, and a severe cold is treated into other derivative diseases. And also mysteriously told me that there was a small illness in the inpatient department, and the person was cured, and it was not one, but several.

Even she had already informed Song Shizhong that she planned to transfer her mother to the hospital.

When she said it, it seemed to be said casually. But the so-called speaker has no intention, and the listener has a heart. I really heard that my heart was inside, and I always felt that this matter was not so simple, after a few words of greeting. So she offered to see her mother.

This made Song Yan happily agree, and took me directly to the special care senior cadre ward on the fifteenth floor of the inpatient department. The facilities in the ward are better than those of high-end hotels, comparable to five-star presidential suites.

When I walked in, I couldn't help but secretly speak, this is to see a doctor, obviously to travel! Rich people, really willful!

Then I curiously asked how much it would cost to stay in this kind of ward for one day. Song Yan casually said that there are tens of thousands of dollars a day, and there is no market, no status, and she can't get in at all. It scared me out of nowhere, Nima, this is the salary of an ordinary office worker for a year! Tired and tired for a year, only enough to live in the hospital for one day, I feel aggrieved when I think about it, this person really can't compare with others!

I followed Song Yan, walked through the ward with its own bathroom, and came to the bed in the ward, Song Yan's mother Luo Mei was haggard and pale, her eyes were closed, and her brows were slightly wrinkled, as if she was in pain.

However, when Song Yan saw her mother like this, tears suddenly rolled down. I didn't have time to observe Luo Mei carefully, so I came to comfort Song Yan first, and sighed in my heart, women are really made of water. The difference is that different women are made of different water, for example, Song Yan is obviously made by the Yellow River! Say flood, flood!

It took me a lot of effort to make her happy. Then I asked her to stand aside, and I helped Luo Mei take a look. Song Yan also went to the doctor for illness, completely forgetting that her mother just had a bad cold, but she didn't feel weird at all when I let me, a mage, take action.

I stood at the head of Luo Mei's bed, without using ghost pupils, just by relying on ghost eyes, I could clearly see a black mist shrouded in Luo Mei's head. This is different from the usual yin or demonic aura, judging by the information I have from memory, it is a cloud of musty gas.

That's how the so-called bad luck came about.

And the cloud hanging over Luo Mei's head can be called a dark cloud.

Leaving aside for the time being, whether Luo Mei is haunted by unjust ghosts, just relying on this mildew is enough for her to eat nothing and do nothing. Illness is a minor illness and a major illness.

Don't think it's magical, a little mildew is so powerful.

It's just that what makes me curious now is, where has Luo Mei been? How can it be contaminated with such a musty smell? And from her perspective, it is obvious that she belongs to the rich and noble life, how could she be contaminated with this thing?

"Song Meinu, do you know where your mother went before coming to this hospital?"

I moved my gaze from Luo Mei's forehead, stared at Song Yan, and said with a slight frown.

Song Yan looked at me in surprise and said, "No! Mom, she usually either goes to play ball socially or mahjong, and she usually hasn't been anywhere else? ”

That's not right! If so, the place where Luo Mei went is also a popular place! How can it get mildew? It's obviously unscientific!

I shook my head, and suddenly I remembered what Song Yan had said before, and I couldn't help but have an idea in my heart, which gradually grew up and thrived.

Then I couldn't stay in the ward, so I hurriedly cast a spell to help Luo Mei get rid of the mildew on her brows, and gave Song Yan two silver talismans and amulets, one for her to wear by herself, and one for her to pass on to Luo Mei, and instructed her to transfer to the hospital as soon as possible, and there must be no delay to prevent accidents.

As for the detailed reason, I haven't confirmed it, so I won't say much.

Before leaving, I thought about it, turned back again, took out a handful of silver talismans, and asked her to pass it over to the Zi family, and the people close to her family. Bin told him that Rongcheng has been chaotic recently, so let them stop wandering around if they have nothing to do.

I felt that I had to give an explanation, so I hurried out of the room, took out my mobile phone and made a call to the doctor. Knowing that he was in the inpatient department, the office on the tenth floor, I inquired about the house number and took the elevator to go.

Soon, I came to the tenth floor, looked at the clean corridor, and looked at the house numbers one by one. I searched for one room after another, until I reached the tenth room on the left hand side of the tenth floor, and the door number said Chief Physician, Wang Zhimou, and there was a small print below, writing his introduction.

To be honest, judging from the literal introduction above, this Dr. Wang Zhimou is not simple. It can be called this hospital, the authority of brain department.

But I care about these things, he doesn't care about my business whether he is authoritative or not, and I don't need to ask him for help. Then I looked away from the door number and knocked on the door.

In the blink of an eye, the door opened, and a middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat emerged from inside.

When I saw it, I was startled, I was in a groove, and I was possessed by a declining god!

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