Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

The moment the door opened, there was a strong smell of disinfectant, trying to cover up the smell of corruption that could not be ignored.

But Wujue is not an ordinary person. Even if the smell of corruption in the ward has been diluted, ordinary people would not notice it even if they stay in it for an hour, but he couldn't help but want to cover his nose before he entered the ward .

Now, without meeting anyone, he can already be sure that his guess before coming here is correct.

The number of lives in it has been changed, and the most cruel method is still used to empty out all the value that can be emptyed out of a person.

Otherwise, the smell of corruption would not be so strong that even wearing a mask could choke his nose.

The light in the ward was dim, and it was a sunny day, but the curtains were drawn inside, and only a small lamp by the bed was on, shining on the face of the woman half lying on the bed.

She was still holding a pen in her hand, and she was tremblingly writing on a small table in front of her.

I thought it was the nurses and doctors who came here every day for the past two days to urge the fees to come in this time. He Qingwen's subordinates didn't stop, and said weakly: "Don't rush, listen to me first. I'm writing a suicide note. I heard that there is a department in your hospital." It is specially used to receive the remains of patients with strange diseases. Please give me an application form and fill it out while I still have the strength. After deducting the medical expenses owed for this suicide note and my body, please contact After my daughter, hand it over to her."

Her tone was as calm as if she was saying that the weather was fine today.

Unconsciously, her eyes fell on her hand holding the pen. The thin fingers were wrinkled and covered with large and small purple-black spots.Moving up the line of sight, the gray hair that is about to fall out, and the face that is also full of wrinkles and spots, people in their [-]s and [-]s will believe it.

No one would associate her with the elegant lady in the photo who is only 40 or [-] years old.

But in four years, the person in front of him seemed to have passed 40 years.

This is the horror of being enchanted.

"Ms. He."

He Qingwen's fingers paused as she was writing, and finally realized that the person who came in was not the doctor or nurse she thought she was, so she looked up at the bedside with difficulty.

Navy blue sportswear, a black baseball cap and a black mask, only a pair of narrow and clear eyes were exposed. The moment they looked at each other, she only felt a clear and crisp sound in her increasingly chaotic mind.

It seems to be the sound of wooden fish heard when I took my husband and daughter to the temple.

She tried her best to cheer up, "May I ask who you are?"

Wujue took this trip originally to confirm his and Shen Yunqing's speculation, but he didn't expect the victim's condition to be so serious, so he couldn't help hesitating whether to continue with the original plan, or to tell the truth directly to the person in front of him.

But if the plan is changed, if this Ms. He is too stimulated for a while and dies accidentally, it will be his fault.

After saying "Amitabha Buddha" in his heart, he decided to make a compromise and be safer.

"I'm Xiaotao's friend. She has been very busy with work recently and couldn't get away, so she asked me to come and visit you."

The young man in front of her was peaceful, and she didn't know if it was an illusion. The closer he was to her standing beside the bed, she felt that the ubiquitous and ever-present pain in her body was relieved a lot.

This made her not even have the slightest suspicion, "It turns out that she is a friend of that girl Xiaotao. She is really busy with her job, and sometimes she can't even answer the phone, and she is unwilling to change jobs. Young man , thank you for coming to see me, my appearance doesn't scare you, does it?"

Wujue shook his head, and there was a trace of imperceptible compassion in his voice, "How come, I am also a doctor, and I have seen many strange diseases."

"Doctor, doctor is a good profession. You are still so young, so outstanding!"

Wujue was so praised that his face under the mask started to feel slightly hot, so he interrupted quickly: "Can I feel your pulse?"

"Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Ah."

"Xiaotao's father is also a Chinese medicine practitioner." He Qingwen's voice became a little more friendly, concealing her sadness, and put her hand on the small table, "Go ahead."

She guessed that the young man in front of him must have seen her strange illness, so he couldn't help but want to feel her pulse, and he didn't expect to be cured in his heart.

It has been almost four years, and she has gone from hope at the beginning to complete despair now.

Wujue's fingers landed on the skinny wrist, and it took him a long time to feel his pulse.

The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

But it's not that the oil from the natural aging of human beings is exhausted, but that the internal oil is drained by external forces, leaving only a little residual light.

This is also thanks to all kinds of modern medical equipment. If it was placed in ancient times, even if there were various precious medicinal materials to continue life, it would definitely not be alive today.

The point is, He Qingwen's body is imminent.

If His Majesty hadn't guessed the clues to Xiaotao's relatives two days ago, and he hadn't rushed over as soon as he found the clues, given He Qingwen's physical condition, if he persisted for ten days at most, this infinitely on the verge of extinguishing lights would be gone. To be completely wiped out.

"How is it?" He Qingwen smiled comfortingly for fear that the young man would have concerns, "It's okay, just say it, my own body knows it well, you see, I even prepared the suicide note. It's just that I want to put the body Don’t tell Xiaotao that the hospital will take it back, what I said in the suicide note was left to her by her father, and it was just withdrawn from the bank when it was due.”

Wujue slammed himself: "I... am not good at learning."

He Qingwen also accepted this statement with a smile, "You are still young. Xiaotao's father said that Chinese medicine is the most difficult to learn in medicine, and it is worth studying for a lifetime. Don't be discouraged. I went to several hospitals for this disease and said it was useless. Treatment, just this one, although it can’t be cured, but at least there is a kind of medicine that is somewhat effective, allowing me to live like this.”

"medicine?"

"Well, one a day. I've already finished losing today, and I only have some strength after losing the medicine. If you come over in the afternoon, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up to see you."

Seeing He Qingwen coming out of the hospital, Wujue found a noodle shop opposite the hospital, ordered plain noodles and found a corner, waited for the noodles to be delivered, and took out her mobile phone.

*
in the RV.

Just halfway through lunch, a video invitation popped up on the phone on the table.

Shen Yunqing put down the chopsticks, "I don't feel it." She reached out her hand and clicked on it.

Jiang Lingxi also put down her chopsticks, got up and moved to the chair next to Shen Yunqing.

Shen Yunqing stiffened invisibly, and silently put the phone between the two of them.

Wujue at the other end saw two faces that were already very close together on the screen.

He took a breath, "I just went to see that Ms. He."

"How about it?"

"Her condition is more serious than we expected. Based on her pulse condition, she can't survive now. I suspect that there is something wrong with the medicine she takes, and there is something wrong with this hospital." Then he said his own decision, "I am going to Stay for two more days and investigate this hospital."