Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Grandpa Zhen glanced at Zhen Xiaotao silently again, stepped forward and gently held his hand.

Then let go.

The hand fell weakly, not to mention the grip, and there was not even a little feedback.

It's not like what's shown in movies and TV shows, where there are micro-movements of fingers or something like that.

Seeing that the light in Grandpa Zhen's eyes dimmed again, Fu Minghui hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Zhen, please go back and deal with things at home first. Just leave this to me. I guarantee that Xiaotao will be fine when you come back. It’s getting better, at least it won’t be bad.”

"Thank you." Grandpa Zhen was very grateful.

Fu Minghui asked the old man if there was anyone to pick him up, otherwise she would ask someone for help.

Although since her parents passed away and she became autistic at home, her previous social relationships seemed to be severed, but she still had a few phone numbers and people would help her.

But the old man shook his head and said, "The person who sent me here was a staff member of the neighborhood committee. He was waiting for me outside the hospital and would take me back. I just..."

He looked at his grandson again, his expression extremely complicated.

Sadness, disappointment, expectation, and the guilt of being forced to bring bad news, as well as the sense of closeness between the two of them who had lost a loved one together, all flashed through that moment.

Fu Minghui was still worried and took the old man to the door of the hospital himself.

I couldn't help but feel sad when I was helping him.

Originally, the old man had a very strong physique. Every time he came back, he had to protect his wife and carry a lot of things, but he could still bear it.

Now, it seemed that even taking a step or taking a breath of air was so heavy that Fu Minghui could hardly hold on.

When she arrived at the entrance of the hospital, she saw Director Zhao from the Second Division looking like a grassroots worker, standing by the car waiting, and then she felt relieved.

Zhao Changjing may not be able to deal with boundary matters, but he can definitely do this small thing.

"Is everything okay?" Zhao Changjing even asked Fu Minghui with his eyes.

Fu Minghui wanted to say: Can you please look at the dark circles under my eyes that are as good as those of a panda?

But after all, I felt that it was more appropriate to complain about this kind of thing to someone close to me (especially Luo Zhao), so I just nodded slightly out of politeness.

After Zhao Changjing got into the car, he glanced at Fu Minghui from the rear view.

He heard that this non-staff member in the first department was a rich second generation. When he took a closer look today, he looked good, and he seemed gentle and easy to get along with. He didn't look arrogant or domineering at all.

Why can one place always recruit good people, but their second place...

He sighed, started the car, saw Fu Minghui waved, turned around and went back to the hospital.

But when Fu Minghui returned to the hospital and saw that the hall was deserted, he knew that Zhi Xin's endurance had reached its peak and he refused to continue the health training. He probably fled back to the fourth floor.

So she didn't go back to her room or disturb the busy Luo Zhao, but went directly to find Zhixin.

When I was in the corridor, I saw another nurse aunt surrounding Zhang Jianhui.

Sure enough, Zhang Jianhui, a young boy with a baby face and muscles all over his body, is very popular with the aunties.

The same goes for the aunts. Even the caregivers are human beings and need to rest, but the family members paid such a high price to hire them and they are always chatting and having sex like this. Is it really okay?

While complaining, I took the time to make a face at Zhang Jianhui, and planned to go to 407 to find Chixin.

She felt that she had to talk to Zhi Xin about the ghost fingerprints on Zhen Xiaotao's chest.

Because a lot of things have happened to Zhen Xiaotao recently, I don't know what tricks Luo Zhaodong used. The doctor will skip it during the ward rounds, so there is no need to worry about irrelevant people finding out.

Sure enough, Zhixin was in Ward 407.

Unlike 402 and 403, although 407 is not a suite, it is a deluxe room.

The room is large and can be used to store many instruments.

But the one used on Li Yu was pitiful, with only a life support system. Like Zhen Xiaotao, it only plays a monitoring role...

Because the room was large, there was a couch and coffee table placed next to the window, which was more comfortable than her suite.

When she came in, she saw the old god Zhixin lying on the sofa... gnawing on sausages.

I don’t know how he got the sausages at this time. And how does he maintain a light body with this way of eating?

Zhixin's body shape is actually on the thin side.

"Are funds so tight?" Fu Minghui looked at Li Yu and sighed.

It also happened during a mission, but the medical conditions didn't keep up...

"Luo or something, saying it's because of insufficient funds. But..." Chixin kept his posture unchanged. He wanted to be more comfortable and comfortable, which was seriously inconsistent with the environment and atmosphere of the hospital.

He looked like he was on vacation, not at all dignified as a family member should be.

Thinking at a low level, he is just irresponsible and just eating and drinking.

Thinking from a higher perspective, he is an expert outside the world and can see through life and death, so no matter how big the disaster is, it will not affect his mood.

"But what?" Fu Minghui asked after Chixin finished eating the sausage.

"However, Li Yu only needs to maintain stable physical functions. His problem is different from those of those patients. There is no need to over-treat and waste resources." Chixin said, "His body and soul are not damaged. For example, he was killed by a bad person. I was chasing him, but I was running and hiding and lost myself.”

"So, our mission is to find him?" Fu Minghui asked.

"Get him back!" Chixin affirmed, "It's just..."

"You can't do it again! You can't do it again! Why can't you tell me everything at once? Why do you want to make a twist? As soon as you can't say it, I tremble in my heart. I don't know what can't be done." Fu Minghui was furious.

"Daoxin! Daoxin! Pay attention to Daoxin." Chixin sat up, with a sense of majesty from a teacher on his face.

"I'm not a Taoist priest."

"You are the Queen of Dao Sect!"

Well, let’s not argue about this question, “What is it?”

"However, some specific conditions are needed to find Li Yu's soul. If it were so easy to find, with his determination, he would have come back long ago."

"What are the conditions required?"

Chi Xin shook his head, and once again looked like he couldn't reveal the secret.

It’s so hard to communicate!

Fu Minghui was speechless and didn't intend to ask anymore, so he just told Zhen Xiaotao's situation and intention.

Chixin immediately became energetic and went to 403 with Fu Minghui.

Seeing the pair of ghost handprints, Zhixin's eyes shone brightly, and his palms floated on Zhen Xiaotao's body. He closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "This is the meaning of life in the dead place, and it is a good thing for this child."

He just stood there with his eyes squinted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fu Minghui decided not to ask, because asking would be in vain.

The problem with holding one's heart is that you can never call people by their names properly, and the second problem is that you can never reply properly, and they have to be vague and incomprehensible.

I don’t know if he can’t see through it himself and deliberately pretends to be incomprehensible, or if he wants others to see through it so that they can be enlightened on their own.

All in all, it sounds and looks like a good thing.

First update.

The weather is so hot today...