Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 117
A cubicle in the clinic, with a small research room.

Small but complete.

Ling Yan was dressed in a white coat and a medical mask, and conducted a comparative study with reference to the content in the book.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and many people were talking. Lingyan raised her eyelids and glanced loosely, and continued to play with the machinery in order.

Three or ten minutes later, she slowly wrote down the successful dosage and sequence in a white notebook.

Done in 5 minutes.

Lingyan took off her mask and walked out, lazily copying her hands on the pockets of her white clothes.

The door was blocked by people, a man in dark blue overalls moved a ladder, and there was a lamp beside him, Xixi muttered.

"Hey! Why are there still street lights here!"

"Who knows, the master said that the residents on the second floor requested it to be installed, and said that he couldn't see the road clearly at night."

"It's really rich, a normal person can just use a flashlight, and he even found someone to get a street lamp!"

"More than one, there are all roads, about five or six."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you said that this commercial ferry is full of money, but the job is not very good. Who knows, there will be an accident someday, and people will be gone. If it weren't for this, I would want to put My daughter introduced him to him." The one who spoke was Guo Hongling, a well-known matchmaker in Banhai Town, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand, spitting out the skin while muttering.

Fu Hongxia listened, and smiled cheerfully: "A few days ago, there was one who jumped off the building in order to save a depressed person, but he didn't take proper safety precautions. He fell from the [-]th floor with that girl and his brain exploded. All over the place, I heard that the boy's wife is eight months pregnant, and his parents are only a son, and they are still arguing."

"That's really a crime! If you want to die, you will die, why do you harm others!" The widow in the town, Ma Chunfeng, was startled.

Guo Hongling shook her head: "It's not painful for people to go away. It's the parents who are hurt...the two old people have not enjoyed the blessings for a few years, and the son is gone. And you don't know, there are people on the Internet who said that it was the firefighter. The staff member has a bad face, fierce, and scares the girl, which makes the girl so emotional that she will fall and disappear!"

"Oh my god, do people like this eat shit or are they born without a penis!"

"Immortal!" Fu Hongxia cut her voice.

Lingyan knew who they were talking about, Dai Yong, the child of Grandma Cai who sells vegetables at the intersection of the alley.

No wonder, I haven't seen Grandma Cai these days.

Dai Yong is 24 this year, and his new wife last year is now eight months pregnant. Grandma Cai and Grandpa Cai have a son on behalf of Yong.

Lingyan often buys vegetables at the old people's stalls on the side of the road. Granny Cai is a nice person who can talk and smiles at everyone.

She still remembered that Grandma Cai said that she hoped that her son would resign this year after finishing his work. Unexpectedly, his job would end in this year.

The women outside were still chattering, but Lingyan only felt it was ear-piercing. She knocked on the door, but the voice was not loud, but the women turned their heads to look at her.

Ling Yan smiled: "Sorry to disturb you, I am reading a book and need to be quiet."

Fu Hongxia and her group immediately understood, and replied carelessly: "Okay, we won't disturb you."

Guo Hongling's eyes lit up: "Girl, do you have a date? I'm the best matchmaker in the town. If you're interested, you can find me, and I'll guarantee it for you!"

"Okay."

Lingyan brushed her hair by her ear, glanced at the street lamp just finished, and curled up her mouth.

The women were reasonable and felt that they were hindering others from doing business, so they walked away and chatted in groups under the largest tree in the town.

The master who installed the street lamp was alone, walking back and forth with a tool box.

Lingyan had no intention of continuing the business, she took off the white coat she was wearing, and inside was a moon-white cheongsam, her hair was loose, tied up with only a hairpin.

Locking the door, he carried a small white embroidered bag in his hand.

Lingyan has seen the life and death of many people. For her, the death of people has become a daily routine just like eating.

She killed and atoned for her sins.

Lingyan felt upset for no reason, bought a pack of cigarettes at a convenience store, took out one and lit it, just put it in her mouth, lowered her head and put the lighter in her bag.

The cigarette in his mouth was ripped off.

Ayano looked up to see who it was.

Shang Du took a deep breath, his dark eyebrows were frivolous, and he showed his white teeth, which were very white.

"I'm addicted to cigarettes, I'll smoke you one."

Lingyan bowed her head, not in the mood to talk to him for the time being.

He lowered his head and took another one, but this time it was taken away before it was in his mouth.

She glared at him with hidden anger in her eyes, and her voice was soft and delicate when she spoke, which tickled his heart.

"what are you doing?"

Shang Du put a pack of cigarettes from her hand into his pocket, and took her lighter by the way, threw it into the air, and caught it again: "This lighter is so beautiful."

Lingyan was in a bad mood and had a bad temper. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stared at him.

Shangdu pulled his lower lip with a fake smile: "Tang Lingyan, are you a dog? Want to bite me again!?"

Lingyan was annoyed, she didn't want to seduce him today, so she turned around and left with her bag.

Shangdu didn't stop him, he leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath, the filth in his heart rotted the flesh, the darkness is the place where the rotten flesh lives, and took root in him.

He coughed, took out a white medicine from his pocket with trembling hands, poured out two pills, and swallowed it with his head up.

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It was a few days later that Lingyan found out that Yu Zhilian's house was vacant.

Deng Shuixiu is not interested in finding a new tenant, and keeps going with the flow.

Yayan doesn't care either, she is currently researching surgery on stimulating necrotic nerves.

At nine o'clock tonight, just after Lingyan closed the clinic door, Shangdu came by the moonlight.

His face showed a bit of tiredness, the black scab fell off, the newly grown skin was pink and white, and the whites of his eyes were smudged with irritable bloodshot eyes: "Sleeping pills."

Ling Yan looked at him: "Prescription."

Shangdu's prescription was lost, and it took an hour to get to the People's Hospital from here, not to mention that he didn't like the hospital, the distance alone was enough to dissuade him.

Other pharmacies require a prescription, otherwise they will not prescribe the medicine.

Only then did Shangdu think of Miss Tang downstairs who liked to wear cheongsam.

"I do not have."

Lingyan glanced at his right hand, the light hit her full forehead, and her curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes: "How much do you want?"

"Not much, ten pills."

Lingyan turned around and took ten sleeping pills for him, thinking that he was suicidal, finally gave him a good face.

"Shangdu, you can't take too many sleeping pills."

"I know." He said in a low voice, staring at her eyes.

With the medicine in his pocket, Shangdu put a 100 yuan cash note and ran away.

Lingyan was put away in the drawer, and the door was locked.

There are lights in the alley, bright and majestic, illuminating the rough road.

The street lights are from her clinic all the way to the rented house. There are a total of five street lights. If it is said that someone with a heart did not make it, who will believe it.

(End of this chapter)