I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 117 What is Destiny
Chen Qingyuan recalled some past news events.

There was a kind man who raised many children, but when he died, no one came back to see him.

A kind-hearted man gave away steamed buns to the poor for free, but because the buns contained soup and were not hot, and he refused to deliver the goods directly, his shop was smashed.

Good one?
Treat each other with kindness.

Don't let his heart become cold.

Just like the story of Zigong redeeming the cow, good people and good deeds should be rewarded. Only in this way can kindness be passed on.

As he was thinking, he unknowingly walked to the door of the emergency room.

The nurse walked in and started to get busy.

There was a man in his thirties lying on a hospital bed, with an injection on the back of his hand and an IV drip hanging from his body. There was an electrocardiogram patch on his body, blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were a little dazed...

The nurse said: "He fainted while working outside and was brought to the hospital. He had no money. We wanted to help him contact his family, but he refused because he was afraid that his family would waste money on the trip."

The man sat up from the bed: "I'm leaving now. I'll give you the money you paid me..."

The doctor was startled and asked him to lie down again.

The man muttered to himself, "I want to go home and tell my family not to come."

Chen Qingyuan looked at the man's bloodstained T-shirt, rough hands, and tanned skin. He was silent for a while, then looked at the nurse and said, "Bring me the surgery responsibility form. I'll pay for the expenses..."

The nurse turned around in surprise and looked at Chen Qingyuan: "Will you sign?"

Chen Qingyuan: "Bring it here quickly."

The nurse had no choice but to give it to him, and then told the doctors, "A friend has signed and paid, so hurry up and get moving."

Chen Qingyuan wrote his name on the surgery responsibility letter and consent form.

The nurse saw this and couldn't help asking, "Didn't I tell you just now? If you sign the patient's consent form without permission and the patient is cured but you don't have the money, that's still a small matter! If the treatment fails and the patient is not saved, and the family members come to you, it will be a big problem."

Chen Qingyuan: "I know, so I appear here at this moment, and suddenly I feel that I am very suitable for this role."

He travels through the heavens and myriad worlds, coming and going without a trace. If you really encounter such a thing, just tell the troublemaker to find him in the heavens...

Medicine, equipment, surgery.

The emergency room was filled with a busy atmosphere.

beep...

beep...

beep...

beep……………………

The electrocardiogram monitor at the bedside showed that the man's heartbeat had returned to a straight line...

The nurse came over and gave Chen Qingyuan a slightly complicated look: "His condition is the result of long-term accumulation. The disease broke out at this moment. We tried our best, but there is really no way to keep him... Sorry, you should leave quickly... The family members seem to be arriving soon..."

She was afraid that Chen Qingyuan would be beaten to death by his family.

Chen Qingyuan walked to the bedside. The man was already dead with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He took out a wet towel and wiped the blood from the corner of the man's mouth, and said: "There are a thousand sufferings in this world. If there is an afterlife, I hope you can have fewer worries..."

The nurse tugged at Chen Qingyuan's sleeve and lowered her voice and said, "The family members are here."

She didn't know why, but she had an inexplicable feeling towards this sunny-looking young man. If he didn't have money, she didn't want him to get into trouble...

An old man came over with an old bag under his arm.

He came to the bed and saw the man lying there. He was silent for a while and asked, "How much is it? I brought the money."

The nurse saw that Chen Qingyuan did not leave.

She hurried forward and said, "This operation cost a lot. We have really tried our best. Don't worry about the money, because a kind person has already helped pay for it..."

The body intentionally or unintentionally blocked the two. The old man looked to be in his sixties, with wrinkles all over his face and gray hair. He looked at Chen Qingyuan and nodded slowly, his eyes were cloudy and his voice was hoarse: "Thank you..."

Seeing this, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man lifted the man's hand and rubbed the back of his hand with his palm. At this moment, tears fell and he choked up and said, "His elder brother passed away like this, and now he is going to leave too... We have lived peacefully all our lives and never dared to do anything illegal or criminal. Why... why is God... so unfair."

The strength I had when I first arrived completely collapsed as I complained to God.

He was breathing rapidly and sobbing uncontrollably, his tears continuously falling on the back of the man's hand.

Chen Qingyuan found out that the man was the old man's son.

yes……

How unfair...

The man was covered with a white cloth and taken away on a small stretcher. The old man followed behind him numbly like a puppet.

Chen Qingyuan looked in the direction they left, made hand gestures, silently recited the Sutra of Saving People, and used all his strength to throw all the Qi he had accumulated in the past week into it...

End of corridor.

The old man stood at the corner, secretly wiping away tears. The man's ghost appeared beside him and gently patted his back...

When he was at the bedside, all the man's belongings were beside him, including his ID card with his date of birth on it. Chen Qingyuan used the year, month and day, and slowly worked out the time of birth, and finally found a horoscope that matched the man.

By reversing the reasoning based on this eight characters, we got a clue.

Sighed slightly.

Chen Qingyuan stood up from his chair. This man was not in the Baichuan Guihai Bureau, but it was his fate... like this.

Destiny?

Chen Qingyuan took out his cell phone and glanced at the memo.

He smiled coldly: "This world is probably the nineteenth level of hell. Everyone is suffering in a thousand ways, but there are still people who plunder others' few blessings like blood-sucking worms to nourish themselves and harm others..."

Late at night, the wind is freezing.

Mr. Li, the head of the Li family, was sitting in the villa and making phone calls.

He made calls all night, but no one answered. He was so angry that he almost smashed the phone and cursed, "Son of a bitch, that old guy surnamed Liu was killed in his own old house, and his unworthy descendants are all living a life of luxury abroad. They don't even answer the phone!"

Old Liu's real name is Liu Zhengfeng. His Feng Shui skills were only passed down to the Liu family. One of his grandsons was extremely talented and perfectly inherited the Feng Shui skills passed down from generation to generation in the Liu family, but he has been doing Feng Shui reading for people abroad all year round.

But the dragon is never seen from the head.

Mr. Li wanted to try to contact this person through other descendants of the Liu family.

Liu Zhengfeng's cell phone could be used to contact his grandson directly, but the scene was burned completely black and the cell phone was completely charred, so there was no possibility of restoration...

tonight!

If you still can’t contact anyone after tonight, leave Hong Kong first!

Mr. Li thought so, picked up the intercom on the table, and said: "You are the trump card of the strongest security company. As long as you guarantee my life safety tonight, each of you will get one million yuan tomorrow!"

Not only the security company, he also contacted the Hong Kong Police Station to strengthen patrols in this area. There was no other way, because he was a philanthropic entrepreneur who donated money at every turn...

Furthermore, there were three experts sitting opposite, who were among the best in both martial arts and marksmanship.

He put the intercom back on the table.

"Mr. Li, I am willing to spend money..."

The sudden voice made Mr. Li explode: "Who!"

It’s Liu Zhengfeng’s voice!
Isn’t that old guy dead?

Mr. Li felt that the temperature in the villa had dropped a lot. He looked around but couldn't see where the sound came from.

(End of this chapter)