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Today's days are simply too happy for her.

Mother woke up in the hospital, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Strange, why do I feel empty in my heart, as if I have lost something very important.what is it then?My brain short-circuited, and I couldn't remember for a while.

She supported her numb body and sat up from the bed, only to realize that she was in the hospital.

Turning around, I saw the patients in the same ward looking at her with sympathy.

"Why am I here? I'm not..." Huh?What was she doing before.

The old woman on the bed next door said: "Think about it, don't be too uncomfortable, your body is important."

The bald patient on the other bed said: "Yes, although your two sons are gone, I heard that you still have two daughters. The daughter is the mother's little padded jacket, no worse than the son."

Both sons are gone?My mother's brain exploded, "You...what did you say?"

"I tell you not to be too sad and take care of yourself."

"What did you say about my son just now?" The mother widened her eyes and looked at the bald patient emotionally.

The bald man said, "You...have you forgotten?"

"Forgot what?" Mother asked anxiously.

She tried hard to recall, desperately recalled, some fragments flashed in her mind, and her eyes gradually became moist.Come to think of it, the eldest son was killed, the third son... the third son...

She suddenly widened her eyes, clasped her head in her hands, trembling all over, "My third son... my third son..." The woods, the corpse, the head.

"Ah no!" She screamed and fainted again.

Grandma: "What you said just now irritated her."

The bald patient looked innocent, "Huh? I... I didn't do it on purpose." She, who watched the live broadcast, did it on purpose.

After the live broadcast of the three brothers, all the information about the second sister's natal family was picked up by netizens.After eating melon for two days, she was really angry. How could there be such abominable parents in this world?

What she never expected was that her second sister's biological mother became her patient friend, hehe~ Anyway, her cancer is terminal, and she is not afraid of anything, but wants to poke her heart hard.

This time, the mother was in a coma for a long time.

When she woke up again, there was only one thought in her mind, to go home and see San'er for the last time.

She just walked out of the room in a daze. When going down the stairs, she accidentally fell from the top and was paralyzed.

The once lively family is now only left with her and the child's father.

Father's hair is all white.

someday.

The father looked at his wife and said, "I bought two bottles of pesticide. Let's each drink one bottle, shall we?" These days, he has had enough of taking care of this paralyzed man.

Mother shook her head in horror, "No, I won't drink."

"My son is dead, what are you doing alive?"

The mother looked at her husband, "We have two daughters, Yingying is educated, and she will definitely make a lot of money outside. There is also the second sister, the second sister is the most filial."

The father said indifferently: "Did they go home and take a look at you these days?"

"They definitely don't know that I'm sick, so they..."

"Don't lie to yourself anymore, they will never come back in this life."

"Impossible, impossible..." The mother burst into tears.

"If you don't drink, I will." Father stood up and walked out.

"No, please!" She could only watch her husband leave.

I don't understand why I have given birth to four children and suffered so much when I was young, why I lost my children when I was old and fell into such a miserable appearance.

She lay on the bed and dried up her tears and passed out.

When I woke up again, it was late at night.

She called her husband's name, but got no response.

Its daybreak.

Her throat was smoky, she was too thirsty to speak, and her hungry chest pressed against her back.

Someone knocked on the door at noon, and my mother spoke, but she could only make a weak sound, and people outside could not hear it at all.

She passed the day in despair.

At about ten o'clock the next morning, the gate was knocked open from the outside, and neighbors and the police broke in.

As she was dying, she could faintly hear fragments of conversation.

"Her house didn't open the door yesterday, and I was worried that something might happen."

"You don't know that her two sons are dead..."

"It stinks!"

"She's paralyzed."

"Old Li, there is someone in the back bedroom."

Both were taken to hospital.

The father drank fake pesticides, but fell asleep for a day and a night, and his body was fine.

Since then, the two have lived a life that would be worse than death.

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Ye Ling went to the hospital.

Pushing open the door of the ward, everyone inside fell into a deep sleep, and she swaggered in.

She came to the crib and looked down at Liu Xiaoxue's reincarnation inside.

The crying baby looked at her with a sweet smile, dancing on all fours and looking very happy.

"You will enjoy the next 50 years of your life, take revenge."

When she left the ward, she glanced at Boss Huang, who was leaning against the bed and sleeping unconsciously, and showed a sneer.

The child was only a few days old, and the family had already been tormented enough, but even so, Boss Huang still loved this son very much.

After Ye Ling left the ward, he was not in a hurry to go home, but turned around and headed for the 16th floor.

In a ward on the 16th floor.

(Reminder, the following story is written about An Yu, one of the three ghosts who escaped from hell, and Ye Ling was caught by a ghost.)

A man with a fat head and big ears is lying on the hospital bed and playing with his mobile phone.

A 6-year-old boy was sitting on a chair with a needle in his hand.

"Xiao Heng, peel me an apple."

The boy looked at the apple on the table in the distance, "I'm not far enough away."

The man gave him a cold look, then stretched out his hand and tore off the needle from the boy's hand.

"It hurts~" the boy covered the back of his bleeding hand.

"Is it enough now?"

The boy was wronged, but he dared not cry.

"Don't show such a mournful expression in front of my face. Who are you going to be angry with every day? I'm hungry, so hurry up and peel an apple for me."

The door opened, and a cleaner came in with a mop and locked the door behind his back.

The boy went to the table and peeled the apples.

The old man said: "How can there be a parent like you? When the child is sick, you don't take care of the child, but let the child take care of you."

The man said displeasedly: "Old man, who are you? It's none of your business."

"I just can't understand people like you."

"The apple is ready." The boy walked over and handed him the apple.

The man reached out to take it, turned sideways and said, "Punch my back."

"Ah."

When the old man saw this, his eyes spewed fire.

"Are you human? Let a sick child beat your back."

"What have you been doing here for bb?"

"Damn old man, he's not my own son, I spent money to support him, what's wrong with asking him to do some work?" the man said angrily.

"Is that your money?"

The man sat up from the hospital bed, why did he feel that the old man came to find fault on purpose? "No, who are you?" Why did he seem to know a lot.