The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

Live looked at Vincent, who had lost his breath, and didn't know what to say, and his mood was even more complicated than words. Sometimes the truth is so cruel. The people who thought they were friends are actually the ones around you who hurt you the most. Miserable people.

The person you think is the most irrelevant person is actually the person who helps you the most. The world is so capricious. No one can say that he has never missed a glance in his life. Live threw himself into the seat and covered himself with the back of his hand s eyes.

Fumbling in his pocket with his free hand, he took out his cell phone, closed his eyes and dialed a number he didn't think he would need.

"Dean Smith." As soon as the call was connected, Live spoke, but what should he say next? Live didn't know, he was like Vincent who didn't know why he came here, he was silent for a long time but couldn't get the answer he wanted.

How ridiculous is it that you cut off your retreat, but you don't know what you are doing for it?It's as ridiculous as the corpse lying there, except that the corpse can't speak, and people must have an explanation.

"Tell me." Smith didn't get an answer from Live for a long time, probably because he knew that Live was in a bad mood, so he took the initiative to resolve the silence. Live took a deep breath and started his own narration.

"Professor Smith, he's dead. Vincent died of poison." Besides these words, Live didn't know what else to say, and Dean Smith was also a little overwhelmed by this matter.

For a moment, there were only the breathing sounds of two people on the two ends of the phone. Smith wanted to ask too much, but it came to his lips.It can only become, "Where are you?"

If someone dies, no matter what, it's a big trouble, so deal with the corpse first, as for the rest, it's not too late to learn after it's settled.

"Today is when Vincent is on duty." So we can only be in the hospital. It is normal for a dead person to appear in the hospital, but why a doctor on duty commits suicide is very interesting.

"You are on duty first." The phone beeped, Live took Vincent's pendant, and then walked to the duty room of the doctor on duty.

The sound of rattling footsteps was the only soundtrack to this silent night, so regular, it slowly knocked away the last uneasiness in Live's heart.

"Vincent, you really are looking for trouble, but as you said, after making a mistake, people can't stop. I'm afraid you can't imagine that your final mission, no matter how you choose, Are you all dead?" But who do you want to protect?

Is it really unintentional?If you want to find someone to take responsibility for your past, why did you choose me?Is it feeling like I'll never be angry?
But Vincent, I'm really angry, you shouldn't do this, you know, I've never been kind.

Ding ding ding, the sound of the necklace being thrown to the ground sounded. It turned out that when Live was walking just now, he was unintentionally shaking the necklace in his hand, but his fingers were so long, it was expected that he would be thrown out in the end.

At this time, Live walked over as if waking up from a dream, and carefully looked at the chain.

On the bronze-colored chain, hung a six-pointed star pendant like a pocket watch, but the pendant was particularly black, and the tentacles felt a bit cool from ice crystals.

The six-pointed star is purple, and it seems that purple crystals are directly embedded in it. The black background color is slightly blackened, "What is this?"

Live touched the bulge, but Live didn't pull it out, but pushed it slightly, the pendant of the hexagram opened, and under a layer of transparent glass was a precision mechanism like a clock.

Live gently rotated the protrusion that had popped up, and those gears began to rotate slowly, after a few turns, Live let go, waiting hopelessly for something to happen.

The gears turned slowly, and a beautiful piece of music played, Live hummed along subconsciously, and slowly stood up, Live remembered the name of the song, "Love Memorial".

The song is not too long. After all, Live didn't expect a small pendant to store much memory. Being able to have such a piece of music is already a witness to history. Being too greedy is not good.

But just when Live was about to close the pendant, the blankness came to an end, and a recording began to play slowly.

"Honey, I have no money, I have no power, I have nothing, all I have is a heart that loves you, I think I am greedy, even if I have nothing, I still want to propose to you, are you willing to marry me Wake up together in the morning light every day, although poor, but live happily..."

This is a crude confession, but it is enough to tempt a girl, and the purest love is enough for a woman to remember for a lifetime.

Moreover, although Vincent described his father so badly, it could be seen that the man really loved his wife.

He would be violent after drinking, but he never waved at his wife and children. What ruined a man who loved his wife and children so much? Live combined the love that Su has not finished talking about.

Slowly walking towards the closed duty room, pale light leaked from the crack in the door, but this duty room could not wait any longer, the doctor who should be on duty today was gone.

Live hesitated at the door for a long time, but he still walked in. A seat in the duty room had already collected some dust, which was expected.

After all, the owner of that position will not be able to come back for at least a year. Speaking of which, Jeff probably doesn't know that one of his best friends is the one who made him fall down.

Should I contact him now or wait for him to find out? Live was a little uncertain, but Live knew that when Professor Smith arrived, he would definitely come to the duty room to talk to him in detail.

Live sat down at the place where Vincent was copying the medical records. Taking a casual look, Live felt that his blood was about to freeze.It turns out that Vincent has copied this all these years?
This is a suicide note, a suicide note that has lasted for an unknown number of years. It is ridiculous that, as his colleague, no one has noticed that what he wrote is actually a suicide note for so many years.

These copied suicide notes were neatly arranged on the table, and LIVE gently picked up a part of them, which was already able to catch up with the thickness of a medical book.

Turning to the side, roughly letting the page pass by my eyes, is this the confession of these years?Vincent, what kind of mood did you write down so many things?

How did you write this suicide note again and again alone in the long night?
It's just a pity that there is no one around you, no company except the incandescent lamp above your head, and the emergency bell that will never ring. What kind of suffering have you endured?

Live thinks he probably knows why he was so gloomy when he first saw Vincent, with such complicated emotions in his eyes, and if he kept it deep in his heart, Live couldn't imagine how long he could hold on.

The door of the duty room was opened, and the gray-haired Professor Smith walked in. Seeing Live holding a stack of papers in a daze, he slowly approached and put his hand on his shoulder.

Live didn't show any expression, just handed the things in his hands to Professor Smith, and Professor Smith took the hefty pile of things.

This is a familiar handwriting. After reading the work summary for an unknown number of years, Smith is familiar with the handwriting of all the doctors in this hospital. He recognized Vincent's handwriting at a glance.

After reading carefully, Smith didn't show any expression, but after finishing reading, Professor Smith pinched the bridge of his nose, and it was obvious that he felt very bad.

"It's embarrassing for this child." Just one wrong step, and there is no chance of turning back. This is his own choice, and the torment from his conscience for so many years is enough for his punishment.

"It's just his own choice, secretly hiding in the night when no one visits to write his confession, he's just a despicable wretch." Live threw the necklace on the table.

"It's the same as his father who has no future." Live spread out in the chair, no matter how you look at it, there is no human figure.

"Vincent's father is a very talented doctor, but it's a pity..." Smith thought of his old friend who had died, and could only make such an evaluation.

"That alcoholic guy? Vincent's opinion of him is not as high as that of the Dean." Live tried to find out more information pretending not to care.

"It's natural. Vincent has never seen his father. When he saw him in high spirits, his father was no longer able to pick up a scalpel." Smith sat down in a soft chair beside him.

Then Professor Smith tapped his right hand, "As a doctor, you should only know what's here." Seeing Professor Smith's serious expression, Live couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Cross is an excellent doctor, but he is too straightforward, and this straightforwardness has no derogatory meaning." Professor Smith paused, with a sad expression on his face, but continued to tell.

"He is a doctor with better talent than you. Although he doesn't seem to be famous now, I will say one thing, you must know, cross stitches." Live stood up when he heard this, but Smith just Made a gesture for him to sit down.

When Live sat down, without giving Live a chance to speak, Smith said, "Do you know how old he was when he developed this? He was less than 20 years old."

Live nodded, "With such a talent, I must admit that he is better than me. I think this is a person who loves medicine." You must know that although some people are talented, they don't necessarily love what they are gifted with.

"Yes, he loves medicine. When he and I were classmates, I could often see the lights in his study room at night."

"A simulated mannequin, do you know how many times he sewed it up?" Professor Smith smiled mockingly, "He sewed up 50 mannequins, and in the end, he was even able to operate on those mannequins in the dark." .”

"This is so proficient!" Live couldn't believe that someone would practice to such an extent.

"Yes, it's unbelievable, right? I've been trying to convince myself that this is fake, but this is the truth. A person who is talented, loves his talent, and works harder than ordinary people. Such a person is worth anyone admiration."