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Chapter 59 Kong Qianqiu

Yaoling asked while swiping the tablet:
"Why did you ask him to kill the new director?"

Li Yang lit a cigarette:

"The underground forces have been fighting for so long, and so many people have died, someone has to take the blame.

When he fails to take action against the new director, he will be held responsible for all the murders that have occurred during this period."

Li Yang has a characteristic, but I don’t know if it can be considered an advantage.

You can say he is brave. He dares to think of anything and do anything.

You can say he is a coward, but he will try his best to avoid any trouble that can be avoided.

The South China Sea has been in turmoil recently due to Kuroki Misawa and Li Yang, and many people have died as a result.

There always has to be someone unlucky enough to give the authorities a hard time.

Chen Wei is a pretty good one, and it makes sense.

When killing a chicken, you must use a butcher knife to prevent the chicken feathers from sticking to the body.

Ring the bell and tilt your head back:
"What if he really kills the new director?"

Li Yang sneered:
“When a person reaches the peak of his life, he should first stop.

If he invests rashly, he will lose all the money he has earned from good luck.

Chen Wei's luck has run out.

Kill the new director?
Why doesn’t he go to heaven?”

Chen Wei suddenly achieved great success and started to become proud.

Yaoling nodded as if he understood, and focused on browsing the tablet.

When he sees something exciting, he shakes his head excitedly.

Li Yang came over curiously:
"What are you looking at?"

The bell displays the tablet contents.

The tablet content is about Professor Kong Qianqiu.

[Shocking, a well-known professor has a chaotic private life and had an ambiguous relationship with a trainee nurse during hospitalization. Let me ask you, are you worthy of the title of professor? ]

Attached below is a photo of the young nurse and Kong Qianqiu being intimate.

Netizens were outraged and attacked the well-known professor Kong Qianqiu for his misconduct, and angrily criticized the trainee nurse for not having self-respect and self-love.

Yaoling blinked his big eyes and asked:
“What is this for?

So interesting, so much negative vibes! ”

Li Yang said expressionlessly:
“This is called cyberbullying.

Let’s go home.”

. . . . . .

The next evening, in the inpatient department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Nanhai Medical University.

Eighty-five-year-old Kong Qianqiu was lying on a hospital bed with a small table placed on his legs.

There were messy calculation papers on the small table.

Kong Qianqiu was wearing a ventilator and looking at the documents with a frown.

The middle-aged woman took the medicine:

"Dad, stop looking, take your medicine and rest."

The middle-aged woman had red and swollen eyes, she had just cried.

She is Kong Qianqiu's daughter, Kong Ruyun. Her father is suffering from stage three heart failure and doesn't have much time left.

Kong Qianqiu, weak, forced out a smile:
"My dear, I always feel that this viral flu in the South China Sea is not normal.

Dad has to do something for the people of Nanhai before he leaves. "

Kong Ruyun was anxious:

"No, you need to rest!"

She bent down and picked up the calculation papers on the bed.

At this time, a young nurse came over.

The little nurse cried:

“I’m sorry, Professor Kong, Aunt Kong.

I graduated from Nanhai Medical University and I always heard the legend about Professor Kong.

Professor Kong is my idol. I never thought that asking for an autograph would cause him so much trouble.

What are those netizens thinking? Professor Kong is a highly respected person, how could he do such a thing with me! ? "

Kong Qianqiu smiled kindly and wiped the little nurse's tears:

"It's okay, kid, grandpa doesn't blame you.

There are too many bad guys targeting Grandpa, and you have been wronged."

The young nurse shook her head repeatedly.

Kong Ruyun helped Kong Qianqiu lie down, holding the nurse's hand and forcing a smile:
“Don’t think so much about the girl, let grandpa rest.

Let's go out for a while and pay my dad's hospital bills." The young nurse didn't dare to interrupt and nodded repeatedly.

Kong Qianqiu suddenly said:

"Yunyun, give me my phone."

Kong Ruyun hesitated for a while, but finally said nothing.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my father recently, he actually likes watching live broadcasts on the Internet. Sometimes he can only fall asleep by listening to them.

She didn't approve of her father looking at his phone in this state.

But, my father doesn't have much time left.

If watching live streaming can help him have a good rest, then let him watch it.

As long as you don't work too hard, anything is fine.

Kong Ruyun installed the lazy bed stand next to the bed, put the phone on it, and then took the nurse away.

. . . . . .

Kong Qianqiu looked at the ceiling blankly, and a tear rolled down his cheeks.

He was not sad about the cyberbullying and the loss of his integrity in his later years.

He just felt sad for the people of the South China Sea.

This flu is unusual, and it might turn out to be a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of death.

This is a bloodbath of death.

Kong Qianqiu sighed slowly, stretched out his hand with great effort to open his mobile phone, and opened the live broadcast software with the sickle icon.

This live streaming software is full of subculture elements, Gothic elements, and cyberpunk elements.

Also, religious colors.

The anchors in this software are all believers of a religion called the Seven Commandments Society.

They believe in death.

Open the follow button and click into a live broadcast room.

In the live broadcast room, there was a woman in black wearing a mask.

Kong Qianqiu didn't have any improper thoughts about women. He was too old to have that kind of thoughts anymore.

The woman in black calls herself the fallen angel of the Seven Commandments Society.

Her voice has a magical power that soothes people's hearts like a real angel.

"If there really is a god of death, could you please give me some more life so that I can do more for the people?"

Kong Qianqiu listened to her voice, forgot the pain, and slowly emptied himself.

It's like being in the arms of my mother.

The fanatical fans in the live broadcast room shouted the words "fallen angel" in the barrage, while Kong Qianqiu relaxed and fell asleep in the gentle voice of the woman in black.

. . . . . .

When Kong Qianqiu woke up again, it was already dark.

The live broadcast of Fallen Angel has ended, and there are two words on the black screen of the live broadcast room.

【equality.】

No matter if they are kings, generals, or unrivaled beauties, or even medical masters like him who have saved countless lives, they are all equal in the face of death.

He looked beside him and saw his daughter Kong Ruyun sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed with two tear marks on her face.

Kong Qianqiu raised his head and touched his daughter's head lovingly.

If I didn't have to die, my daughter wouldn't have to be so sad.

These are all constants.

Suddenly he saw the cleaner who was cleaning his room standing in the middle of the ward with his head down, and he actually fell asleep while standing!
Kong Qianqiu smelled an unusual smell, moved his heavy head and looked around the room.

His cloudy old eyes suddenly froze.

On the windowsill, a young girl was listening to music, shaking her head and swinging her legs casually.

Where did this girl come from?
Kong Qianqiu patted his daughter's head, trying to wake her up.

What was strange was that my daughter, who was a very light sleeper, could not be woken up no matter what I did.

A strange atmosphere lingered in the room.

Kong Qianqiu opened his mouth wide, thinking wildly.

Am I dreaming, or am I... about to die, so I see all these bizarre things?
The light in the ward flickered as if it was broken, and then it came back on quickly, but... it became dim.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the ward.

He just appeared so suddenly.

He was wearing a black windbreaker and a round hat with the brim pulled down low, covering most of his face.

Kong Qianqiu noticed that most of the light in the room deliberately avoided that person, and that person was always shrouded in a shadow.

He asked weakly:
"You, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)