The old man was hospitalized due to illness, and it cost several hundred yuan in total. The medicine for the past two days cost another fifty or sixty yuan. It is not certain how much it will cost in the future.

But the family had no money left and was heavily in debt.

Luo Fuling's hands were shaking as she held the payment slip.

The little bit of energy that the security guard had just felt due to the anger he felt towards the cotton-padded jacket instantly waned.

"Let him go. He's incurable."

Trembling, he threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

This time he was determined to go back and he really couldn't stay there any longer, otherwise he would not be able to close his eyes even if he died.

Luo Fuling hurried to help the old man: "Grandpa, please don't be like this, we will treat it, how can we not treat it."

"Don't worry about the money. I have it. I've earned a lot. I'll go back and get it. Grandpa, you can just focus on getting your treatment here."

The old man didn't listen at all, pushed Luo Fuling away and was about to walk out.

Stumbling around, it's heartbreaking to watch.

This is an ordinary ward, and the people living here are not from wealthy families.

They understood the old man's thoughts, he had no money.

Even if you get treatment, it may not get better. You will waste money but lose the person. It will only cause trouble to future generations. It is better to go home.

The old man was weak and fell heavily without moving a step.

His forehead hit the foot of the bed, leaving a big gash, and blood was flowing out.

Everyone exclaimed, and Luo Fuling and her daughter rushed to help.

The old man wouldn't let me, and I struggled in anger.

The mother and daughter were both angry and anxious. Why was this old man so stubborn?

Cotton-padded jacket squatted down beside the old man blankly, with confusion in his big eyes.

"You have no money so you want to go home? Will you die if you go home?"

The security guard gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I have to die at home. If I die outside, I will become a wandering ghost."

He was so stubborn about going home that it seemed to have become an obsession.

Mian'ao scratched his head: "Didn't we agree not to die? Siming has money, so if you have money you don't have to die."

The security guard's eyes were red as he choked up and he said, "I have no money left, no money left. My grandson is missing and I can't find him."

"It's all because of me. If it weren't for me, my family wouldn't be in debt, and my grandson wouldn't be lost. It's all because of me."

The man in cotton jacket tilted his head, totally not understanding what the security guard meant.

His nose was sensitive and he smelled the scent of Sima Ming, and he was immediately delighted.

"Si Ming," they all ran out happily and dragged the person into the ward: "Si Ming, give me money."

Come to find someone, ready to give Sima Ming a good scolding...

I looked at the old man lying on the ground with blood all over his face.

Then look at the mother and daughter next to them who are at a loss and in tears.

There was also a room full of patients' families with different expressions.

He turned his head to look at the cotton-padded jacket that was staring at him eagerly, and pressed his throbbing eyebrows: "Did you hit him?"

Mian'ao looked at Siming innocently: "Don't hit the elderly."

Luo Fuling also hurriedly said: "No, it has nothing to do with the young comrade, it was my grandfather who fell down by himself."

Si Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that this girl would get into trouble again.

I bent down and helped the old man up, then put him on the bed. The old man tried to resist, but his strength was not enough.

Luo Fuling and her daughter were moved to tears of gratitude.

Siming said: "Let's call a doctor right away, the wound is quite serious."

"Don't shout, don't shout," the old man growled, panting.

"No money," Mian'ao added, looking at Siming.

Well, Si Ming finally understood why this girl asked him to give her money as soon as she arrived.

He also recognized the old man, who was the security guard at the entrance of the community who had maintained the cotton-padded jacket many times.

He casually took out a handful of money and handed it to Zheng Meifen: "Healing your injuries is the most important thing."

Zheng Meifen was so grateful that she was at a loss for words.

Finally, he bowed to Siming and said, "Thank you."

I hurried to see a doctor.

The security guard wanted to shout, but because he was too anxious, he was choked by his breath and his face turned pale.

Luo Fuling was so scared that she rubbed his back and pinched his philtrum, but it was completely useless.

Sima Ming sighed, stretched out his hand, touched the old man's eyebrows, and passed a trace of spiritual energy over, which at least made him feel better.

"Old man, you are so old now, so please be patient. If you have something to say, please speak slowly. Don't be anxious."

The old man waved his hands and cried, and Luo Fuling also wiped away tears.

Siming didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, he was also busy.

But Mian'ao wanted the old man to live.

"Looking for my grandson, but he's missing."

Siming frowned and asked Luo Fuling, "Have you reported it to the police?"

Luo Fuling nodded: "I reported it, but there is no news yet."

Many people have disappeared in Jinghai City recently, and Siming also knows about this.

However, this matter does not currently involve any special departments, so he does not know much about it.

Judging from the look on Cotton-Ao's face, he seemed to be willing to help, so he couldn't just ignore it.

"Tell me the details."

Siming's status is not ordinary, which can be seen from his words and deeds.

Luo Fuling also had multiple options in mind, so she recounted the entire story of Luo Fuxu's disappearance from beginning to end.

Siming pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, he asked Mian'ao: "Why are you here?"

Special wards and general wards are not in the same building.

Sima Ming originally came to take the cotton jacket back.

When I arrived and didn't see anyone, I used my spiritual power to find this place.

Cotton-padded jacket suddenly became excited: "There are delicious foods."

Pointing at the head of the bed.

That was where the white flour buns were previously placed, and no one else noticed anything wrong.

Sima Ming's eyebrows twitched, and he calmly opened his Yin-Yang eyes and faced the ghost shivering in the corner.

His pupils tightened slightly. This ghost had a strong gloomy aura and was an unlucky ghost.

Moreover, the Luo family has been contaminated with the aura of many unlucky ghosts, so this ghost has been with the Luo family for quite some time.

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