"Rejuvenation of the hand...... Saving lives and helping the wounded......"

Looking at these comments, I was a little incredulous.

Zhang Xie killed his girlfriend with his own hands!

And he also covered up the truth of Ye Tong's death, so that Ye Tong couldn't look at it.

"Judging a person's quality can't be determined only by what he does, although Zhang Xie is sorry for Wu Zhenzhen, and even more sorry for Ye Tong, but he is worthy of these patients living in dire straits."

"But ......"

Looking at Song Ding, I couldn't say a word.

My tears were already rolling in my eyes, and I could only try to keep my eyes open at this time to keep them from falling out.

This is unfair, if you do bad things, you have to be punished, and you can't continue to live happily in the world just because no one knows.

"Then Ye Tong died in vain?" I asked in a whisper.

"No, as long as her death is not made public, Ye Tong will always be by Zhang Xie's side."

Hearing Song Ding say this, my mood is much better.

When Zhang Xie was looking for where the body was, something happened at the funeral home.

There were four girls who wanted Song Ding's contact information before, but Song Ding refused, and now the girls led by him came over to make trouble.

"I'm really sorry, we are a funeral home, not a white horse club." I said with a temper.

"I don't care what you are, anyway, the man I Zheng Ran wants, you all have to send it to me."

This girl named Zheng Ran is not even an adult and is still in high school, so she didn't expect to say such a thing.

"But ......"

"Say, how much does it cost, my father is the richest man in the city, I can give as much as you want."

Sure enough, this is an out-and-out rich second generation.

And he is a high-flying rich second generation.

Seeing that Zheng Ran was about to call the bodyguards outside in, I hurriedly dialed Song Ding's phone.

"Hey." Song Ding's voice sounded a little tired.

"The girl who asked for your contact information last time is here again, you have to come here."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, I looked at Zheng Ran with an apologetic face: "I'm really sorry, Song Ding is busy now, and he will come over after a while." ”

"Okay, I'll just wait here."

After Zheng Ran finished speaking, he didn't even care that this was in the funeral home, and sat down directly on the chair in the funeral hall.

Half an hour passed, and Song Ding still didn't come back.

"Hey, how long do I have to wait?"

"Right away." I was expressionless.

Maybe it's because Zheng Ran has been in the funeral home for a long time, and black gas has appeared on her body.

It is estimated that some of the resentment that had dissipated was brought back.

I immediately thought of Xiaojuan who was cremated last time.

Sure enough, half an hour later, there was an extra ghost behind Zheng Ran, which was Xiaojuan.

Xiao Juan's soul body is not obvious, and it doesn't seem to be very resentful.

"By the way, how is your relationship with Xiaojuan?" I asked casually.

"Hmph, that's just a dog I raised, she's timid and scared, she deserves to be bullied by me."

"But she's your friend." I was a little surprised.

"What friend, she deserves it too?" Zheng Ran waved his hand impatiently, "How long will it take for Song Ding to arrive?" ”

"I'm coming."

As soon as Zheng Ran's words fell, Song Ding came to the Dian Hall.

It's just that his face looks a little bad.

"If you want contact information, I'll just give it to you, but all the people who can contact me are unclean people." Song Ding wrote down the contact information and handed it to Zheng Ran with both hands.