Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui went up to the fourth floor.

When she was in the elevator, she made up several excuses in case she was asked, but when she arrived, she found that she didn't use them at all.

Previously, a security guard was suspended, and the hospital urgently replaced him.

Fu Minghui still knows this person: Zhang Jianhui.

Seeing the dark baby face, and thinking of his usual gentle smile, and the small white teeth he showed when he smiled, Fu Minghui almost betrayed him on the spot and ran over to hug and shake hands between comrades.

Fortunately, Zhang Jianhui has strong acting skills, a professional smile on his face, and a bit of shyness that a newcomer should have, which sets him up steadily.

"Jian... meet someone, um, I'm here to meet someone." Fortunately, Fu Minghui changed his tune quickly.

There was someone else in the corridor at this time, a caregiver for a paralyzed patient.

Female, aunt, aunt who likes young and young women.

Zhang Jianhui is not too young, but because he has a baby face, he looks like a college student who has just graduated.

And good-looking.

So the aunt came to chat when she had nothing to do, forcing Zhang Jianhui to wink at Fu Minghui.

Shuanghui (Hui) in the cleaning department of the 749 Bureau could only pretend not to recognize him.

But Fu Minghui knew that Luo Zhao arranged Zhang Jianhui here not only for the convenience of access.

If this land was opened up as a battlefield, Zhang Jianhui would be the first gatekeeper.

After a few fake cross-examinations and answers, Fu Minghui left Zhang Jianhui alone with the aunt without any loyalty, and he got 403 first.

Zhen Xiaotao was still lying quietly. If it weren't for the very weak ups and downs in his chest, and if it weren't for the life support equipment that was still sounding steadily and rhythmically, he would really look like a dead person.

Fu Minghui walked over gently and inspected the scars left by Zhen Xiaotao when he fought with Tong Xin.

With his physical condition, his metabolism is very slow. If any external force is applied, it will leave marks on the skin and it will be difficult to dissipate.

But the ointment Luo Zhao gave was very good. Looking carefully now, there are only shallow traces.

"Zhen Xiaotao, you have to work hard. Grandma has gone to your place, haven't you already seen her?" She said softly, "But you can't stay, you know? Because grandma wants you to come back..."

As he was talking, he saw from the corner of his eye that Zhen Xiaotao's collar was a little loose, and there seemed to be a dark shadow peeking through the bowl under his clothes.

By some strange coincidence, she gently pulled open the collar and saw two black handprints on Zhen Xiaotao's bloodless and sagging skin.

So clear.

Fu Minghui was startled.

Although the physical body in reality will react if he is damaged within the boundary, because Zhen Xiaotao is not a complete living soul, the traces of damage belonging to him are very vague, so this...

She suddenly remembered that when Grandma Zhen saw her grandson, she rushed towards him and cried excitedly. At that time, his hands were indeed placed on Zhen Xiaotao's chest and he patted it a few times.

Could it be left behind at that time?

But the old man was not willing to exert any force at all. Why were the fingerprints so deep?

Gritting her teeth, she reached out to touch the mark again.

It's very hot. Although it's not scalding to the touch, it's a bit warmer than the surrounding skin, and you can clearly feel the difference.

How is this going?

She was very puzzled and was about to ask Luo Zhao or Zhixin when she heard a noise behind her.

It was the sound of the door opening.

She quickly pulled up Zhen Xiaotao's clothes and pretended to cover him with a quilt.

Looking back, I found that it was Grandpa Zhen.

"you……"

I almost blurted out: Why are you here?

Fortunately, the emergency brake was applied, otherwise Grandpa Zhen would have wondered why she had something going on at home.

Just one glance made Fu Minghui sigh in his heart.

Although the old man is eighty years old, he is in good health. His waist is usually straight and his shoulders are flat. However, at this time, it was as if all his energy was suddenly taken away, and his whole body collapsed.

Although he was still neatly dressed and had a polite and gentle smile on his face, he was so slumped that his backbone had collapsed.

Suddenly, he became old.

"Xiao Fu, I was just looking for you." The old man smiled.

He was holding nothing in his empty hands, and it felt like he could no longer bear any weight.

"I have something to ask of you," the old man said.

"You say, you say, I will definitely help!" Fu Minghui said quickly.

The old man walked slowly to the bedside and looked at the motionless Zhen Xiaotao with a loving face. Gradually, his love was filled with sadness, "Originally, tomorrow is the day to visit, but I'm afraid I won't be free these days. But again, I'm worried that the rhythm that I have maintained for twenty years will be disrupted and affect his recovery, so can you please..."

"I can do it. I usually have nothing to do. I can come see him every day and see that he is annoying me." Fu Minghui quickly promised, "If he is annoyed, he can stand up and scold me!"

"Can he still wake up?" The old man suddenly laughed bitterly.

"It can! It must be possible!" Fu Minghui took a step forward, fearing that the firmness and persistence in his heart would dissipate as the old lady left.

People still need faith to survive.

Especially old people like Grandpa Zhen.

"Grandpa, you must have confidence." Seeing the old man's confused expression, Fu Minghui couldn't help but add, "Maybe Zhen Xiaotao is only missing this point, just a little bit. If he persists, he will succeed."

She was so anxious that she was about to shed tears. Suddenly, the old man's lifeless heart suddenly had a glimmer of hope, so he nodded and said, "Okay, keep holding on. This is the last thing I can do for him. If he doesn't appreciate it, Ah, boy, we can only meet in another world."

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "His grandma has gone to that world to wait for him. I came here today to tell him this. Whether he can hear it or not, I have to tell him. Before his grandma was alive, He is the one who loves him the most, no one can compare with him..."

Speaking of this, my voice was choked and trembling.

Fu Minghui stood there with his eyes widened.

She wasn't surprised, after all she knew about it at the border last night.

She just... didn't know what to say or how to comfort her.

It took him a while to regain his senses, and he stepped forward and hugged the old man's shoulders, "My condolences."

Then he looked at Zhen Xiaotao and said, "You must take good care of yourself and do it for Zhen Xiaotao. Grandma Zhen hopes most that he can wake up, even if it is for grandma's wish..."

"Don't worry, I can't die, I still have to guard Xiaotao."

"What do you need help with? I have some very capable friends..."

Grandpa Zhen shook his head, "The street and the neighborhood committee have sent people to help. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to come out right now."

Fu Minghui immediately knew that this was the result of Luo Zhao's vigorous and vigorous actions.

Although local civil affairs departments will pay attention to these situations, after all, they are not registered elderly people who have lost their only child, and it will take time to respond and make arrangements.

To help so quickly, it must be an "idle person" from the second and third offices.

The old couple has children and a daughter, but they just don't care.

One update today, now I owe you six updates.

It must be paid off in June!

I have been too tired these days and my waist hurts so much that I can only curl it up. I went to have my shoulders, neck, and back massaged today. Although I feel much better after relaxing, I don’t know if my fatigue has been aroused. I am so tired that I want to lie on the bed without moving.

I gritted my teeth and wrote a chapter. I didn’t want to ask for leave from everyone anymore, and there was no more.

I'm sorry, my dears, but you must pay back whatever you owe.