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

The requiem was burned, and the room began to be filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.

Zhong Li set up formations at the four corners of the ward to prevent wandering spirits in the hospital from snatching the body.

Although it was broad daylight, there were too many wandering souls in the hospital, so I was afraid of an accident.

"Dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door, and Qian Jiale shouted from outside: "Zhong Li, I have made arrangements here, you can start at any time."

"I got it, stay safe, I'm going to light the soul incense!"

Zhong Li squatted down and lit the soul-reviving incense under the bed.

A wisp of purple smoke floated straight towards Gong Zhendong's body and penetrated through his seven orifices.

As the purple smoke was inhaled, the soul body on the side slowly turned into smoke, and slowly entered the body from his seven orifices along with the soul-returning fragrance.

The soul-returning incense is mixed with a strand of Gong Zhendong's hair and Lian Xinxue taken from the ring finger, which can better integrate the soul body and return to the physical body, so that it will not be rejected by the physical and spiritual consciousness, and avoid the formation of soul-leaving syndrome in the future.

At this time, the soul has turned into smoke. If it is disturbed by others, at least the soul will be incomplete in the future and the person will be stupid.

In severe cases, the person's soul will be scattered and the body will die on the spot.

Several people were waiting anxiously in the ward.

In the lobby on the first floor, Gong Zhendong's father, Gong Yan'an, was leading a group of people up the stairs in a menacing manner.

Zhong Li arranged everything in the room. When Xiao Chen woke up, he asked him to take care of Hui Hunxiang, and then went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

"Ding....."

As soon as the elevator on the 16th floor opened, the security guard immediately stepped forward to intercept it.

"Who is this? This is a private ward, please leave!"

"Shut up, open your eyes and see clearly, this is the Palace Manager! Your salary is provided by the Palace Manager, why do you dare to stop people?" Azhong said sharply from the side.

"Sorry, this is what Mr. Gong ordered. No one else is allowed to enter without his permission, especially..."

The leading security guard glanced at Madam Gong, whose expression turned extremely ugly, and did not say any more words.

"You are eating my food, and you dare to go against me! Very good, Azhong, take your people and throw them out."

"Yes, Mr. Gong."

Gong Yanan spoke, and seven or eight strong men rushed up from behind him, surrounded several security guards, and directly put the six security guards aside.

Hearing the noise outside, Mr. Gong stood up suddenly. The noise outside was so loud that it would be difficult for him to pretend to be confused even if he wanted to!

His heart felt cold, he was extremely disappointed in his son!

Just as he was about to take action outside the door, Mr. Gong was helped out by Qian Jiale.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

"Dad? Why are you still here? You need to take a good rest at this time. Didn't the doctor say that your blood pressure is too high recently and you need to take a good rest?"

Seeing the old man coming out, Gong Yanan's eyes flashed and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Hmph, I raised something worse than a pig or a dog, how can I still think about sleeping?"

The old man glared at him and turned aside to avoid the hands he stretched out to support him.

Qian Jiale looked at his uncle, whose eyes were cloudy and had been drained by alcohol and sex.

He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said sarcastically: "My cousin is still sick and needs to rest. What is my uncle doing here with so many people?"

"Is it possible that the Gong Group that you run is about to close down, leaving my cousin with no money to be hospitalized? If he really had no money, you would have spoken up earlier! My Qian family can't help much, and there is no burden to raise a nephew. .”

"Hey, Jiale is here too? Why aren't you at home with your grandpa? Where is your dad?"

Gong Yanan glanced at him and asked with a smile.

Qian Jiale laughed angrily. This meant that he was meddling in other people's business. His own grandfather was not filial and he came to be filial to other people's grandfathers.

He pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "My dad has been busy expanding his overseas business recently, so naturally he is not as filial as you, so he comes to the house to entertain Grandpa Gong in colorful clothes. In addition to coming to see my cousin, I also want to learn more from you. Learn how to take care of your loved ones.”

"Haha, Jiale is really capable. I heard that you brought some kind of goddess here, saying that you want to summon the soul of your cousin? You are a young man, and you still have little social experience. What kind of masters are there these days?"

He smiled shamelessly, as if he had come before.

"Those so-called metaphysics are just trying to defraud people of money to make ends meet. Don't delay your cousin's illness. It's better to send them away. Do you need me to send you some money?"

"That's enough! Shut up! I asked Jiale to invite me. Are you accusing me of being an old fool? Your son is at a critical moment now. Don't make any noise here. Get out of here!"

After hearing enough of his gun-toting and mean-spirited expression, the old man impatiently drove them away.

After hearing his words, Mrs. Gong's eyes flashed with fierceness, and behind Gong Yanan, she secretly tugged on his clothes.

"Oh dad, Dr. Wu called me just now and said that Zhendong's body is really very fragile now. He really can't stand your torment like this. I think we still have to listen to the opinions of professionals. We can't Just fooling around."

"I have contacted the medical team in the United States. Their treatment plan for this kind of vegetative state is very effective."

"I plan to send Zhendong there now, so don't stop me. If you had listened to us and sent him overseas for treatment earlier, you wouldn't have been fine by now."

He looked like he was doing everything for his son's good, which made the old man tremble with anger. He raised his crutch and struck him.

"You bastard, you are selfish and only care about your own happiness. You have never cared about this son. I raised him like shit and peed, but the child had a car accident and you are still living happily abroad. I am the one who worked hard I picked up this old bone and asked for help everywhere, so I found a team of experts and gave him a chance to breathe."

"Now he is about to wake up, and you come here to take him away? Unless I die, you can't even think about it!"

Gong Yanan was impatient with the old man's beating, so she grabbed the crutch and pushed him down on the sofa.

"Dad! Stop messing around. In the United States, Yujuan spent two years looking for a top doctor before she contacted him. Zhendong is also my son, and I don't want him to be like this."

"It's good for him to send him there. After he goes there first, I will send it to you too, so that you can be with him every day and let them take care of your health. Isn't this good? Well?"

As he spoke, he waved to the big men standing outside the door: "Come on, take them away!"

"Wait a minute, our Qian family does not agree with you taking people abroad."

Seeing several big men entering the door, Qian Jiale was so anxious that he rushed forward to stop them.

Block them in the living room and prevent them from entering the ward.

"Master Qian, this is a matter for the Gong family. It's not your Qian family's turn to have any objections."

Azhong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, pushing him aside.

"Stop, you can't go in now, you will kill Zhendong. Don't go in...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

The old man was so anxious that he coughed up blood and wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was old after all. Before he could stand up, he was pinned down on the sofa by Madam Gong's seemingly supporting hand.

"Dad, don't get excited, we are all doing this for Zhendong's good, so don't worry anymore."