Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

"grandfather!...."

Gong Lianyun frowned and shouted.

He really doesn't understand why this old man, who is also his grandson, can be so partial?

From the moment he faced Gong Zhendong, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth never turned down.

But every time I see myself, I feel disgusted as if I'm seeing something dirty.

No matter what he did or how to please him, he couldn't get his approval.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you shouting so loudly?"

The crutch in the old man's hand hit the ground fiercely and he glared at him displeased.

Mrs. Gong hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Dad, Lian Yun was also worried about his brother, so he came here early in the morning to have a look. Don't be angry, I will send him to the company right now."

"Hmph! You are so thoughtful. Why was there no one there last night? My brother was still in the hospital bed, but he was hugging a woman in a nightclub and laughing. Is this the good thing you raised?"

The old man glared at her, pulled an entertainment newspaper from the hands of the caregiver behind him, and smashed it into their faces.

Madam Gong hurriedly knelt down to pick up the newspaper that fell on the ground.

In the newspaper, a page as big as A4 paper shows Gong Lianyun hugging her from left to right, close to a naked woman, smiling wantonly.

The title even read, "The eldest son of the Gong Group is in trouble, but the second son of the Gong family is the winner in life. At this time, he is proud and has to have all the fun!" Under the picture, there is also a photo of Gong Zhendong being rushed to the hospital.

"This... Dad, these are all written by the media. Lian Yun has been at home these days. These are previous photos that were maliciously edited by the media. You have to believe him, he is really worried about his elder brother of......"

"Okay! Don't bother me here. Take your useless son away! Don't come here again in the future. If you don't make me angry, you are filial to me."

The old man spoke, and the caregiver behind him stepped forward and invited the mother and son out.

As soon as she entered the elevator, Madam Gong, who had a virtuous look on her face, immediately changed her expression.

She pinched her son with her hands angrily and said: "You idiot, I told you a long time ago that this period of time is very critical, so you should restrain yourself. You still dare to go out and go crazy for me, and this time you are mad again." If you are caught by the old man, it will be even more difficult for you to get the equity of the group!"

Thinking of this, she became angrier and angrier, and started to move her hands: "You are a loser, I will let you fool to be stupid. If the cooked duck flies away again this time, I will see what you should do!" "

Gong Lianyun impatiently dodged her and scratched the person's hand and said, "Okay, Mom! If I didn't come here to confirm whether he is dead or not, do you think I like coming to this wretched place?"

"The old man couldn't control his son, so he came to teach me a lesson. He just didn't like our mother and son."

He muttered with a look of dissatisfaction: "Last night, I saw my dad in the next room, hugging two big-breasted girls, and I didn't see him discipline him! When his own son was playing, he was much better than mine. The grandson is being easy but cruel, why doesn't he preach?"

Madam Gong was furious and gave him another slap, "That's because your dad is smarter than you and knows that he has to cover up something scandalous. You, I am really going to be mad at you and your son."

"Oh, Mom! What's there to be angry about? Even if the old man doesn't like me anymore, I'm still his grandson. That living dead man will belch in two days, why should he feel so distressed?"

"He is so old that he can't prepare to meet the King of Hell even if he is stimulated again? From now on, the entire Gong family will be mine. What else do you have to worry about?"

In the ward, the behavior of the mother and son in the elevator was being played on the 100-inch large TV. Even the conversation between the two was clearly heard by everyone.

The old man looked calm, as if he was used to it.

Watching the mother and son exit the elevator, he pressed the remote control, looked at Zhong Li and said, "Hello, Master Zhong, I have seen you working online before. I once heard you say that when the soul is frightened, it will When people get lost, they can also fall into a coma.”

"My grandson was like this. He had a car accident three years ago. After being sent to the hospital, he became a vegetative state. In the past three years, I have invited countless experts for consultation. In addition to recovering his body functions, he still has not woken up."

"I want to ask you to help me. As long as my grandson can wake up, I am willing to pay no matter what the cost!"

As he spoke, moisture appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Qian Jiale stepped forward and comforted: "Grandpa Gong, please don't worry. Zhong Li is my friend. If she can be saved, I believe she will work hard. Your blood pressure has been a lot higher recently, so you should pay attention to your health."

He shook Qian Jiale's hand and looked at Zhong Li expectantly.

Zhong Li looked through the glass window of the ward at the people lying quietly inside and said, "Please evacuate everyone, I'll try."

Seeing that she was willing to try, the old man was overjoyed and hurriedly asked the nurses and security guards behind him to retreat to the corridor.

Zhong Li came to the ward and looked at the man lying on the bed like a porcelain doll, his brows furrowed.

This man had been lying in bed for a long time, his muscles were atrophied, and he was fed with various potions. His whole body exuded a pungent smell of potions and disinfectant.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The ventilator beeps rhythmically.

She took a step forward and took a look at his expression, then took out a cut yellow talisman from her bag, used her spiritual power to carve a soul-fixing talisman on it, and stuck it on his chest.

With Fu Lu on his upper body, the rise and fall of his chest was even more obvious.

Zhong Li stepped forward and took off the drip hanging from his hand, and then took off the ventilator and heart rate monitor.

“Didi, di, di, di, di, di, di, di,…”

A harsh sound sounded in the ward.

Zhong Li was about to summon a spirit for him when the door of the ward was violently knocked open.

Several medical experts with gray hair and white coats rushed in.

Seeing that the man had no intravenous drip in his hand, no breathing tube on his face, and even the cardiac monitor racks were scattered on the ground, the leading doctor turned livid with anger.

He thought Zhong Li was a nurse hired by the Gong family, and shouted to her: "What's going on? The patient was at his weakest, who asked you to take out the needle and heart monitor privately?"

Zhong Li looked at him lightly and said, "He is not a pathological vegetative state. Your medicines can only force his body to absorb nutrients, but will not help much in whether he can wake up."

The doctor stared at her and asked, "Are you studying medicine? Which hospital are you from?"

"No, I'm a fortune teller!"

As soon as these words came out, all the doctors in the room widened their eyes and looked at her and Mr. Gong in disbelief.

The leader, Dr. Wu, was even more furious and shouted directly: "It's nonsense, it's just nonsense! This is a hospital, not a place where you engage in feudal superstition, let alone a place where you can cheat!"

"This is a human life, a living human life! You dared to remove his ventilator just by telling a fortune. Are you trying to kill him?"