Chapter 93

Inside the hospital, the corridors were silent, and those sitting on the benches were listless, speaking only in whispers. People came and went, ghosts appeared and disappeared, and the high medical bills and the worry about their lives and health weighed heavily on their shoulders. There was no energy for laughter or playfulness, and an invisible shadow loomed over their heads.

Gao Xinhua did not force Lou Sheng to stay by his side, but he also knew the general situation of the child.

While searching, she suddenly stopped and asked the ghost in the hospital gown, "Have you seen a boy?"

"What boys? There are so many boys."

Gao Xinhua said simply: "The most handsome one."

“…”What the hell.

Gui was speechless, but a figure still appeared in his mind, "I saw him on the sixth floor, I wonder if it was him."

"Thank you."

Gao Xinhua continued to walk at a leisurely pace after receiving the news. She had many followers around her, so she learned about it quickly. When she heard that Lou Sheng had gone to find that scumbag Lou Weihong, she didn't react much, but remained expressionless, guessing what it was all about.

Outside the emergency room, the ghost squatted in the corner with his head lowered.

Gao Xinhua walked slowly closer and called him, "Lou Sheng."

Lou Sheng suddenly raised his head. His pale face was still stained with tears, and his eyelashes were wet. He looked so pitiful and aggrieved. As a mother, just one look at him made her heart ache.

Growing up, she had always been a strong-willed child. Lou Sheng had shed tears only a few times, the last time being when her family was poor and she fainted from exhaustion while doing odd jobs.

Little Lou Sheng cried loudly, shouting, "Mom, don't die, Mom, I love you."

She also beat Lou Sheng, but she would not cry after being beaten. Instead, she would always smile and reason with her.

"Why are you crying?" Gao Xinhua asked.

Lou Sheng blinked, wanting to speak but not knowing where to begin. He pursed his lips and spoke incoherently, "Ying Zhisheng, Ying Zhisheng committed suicide. There was so much blood. I followed him. I don't know why...it happened."

"Did Ying Zhisheng commit suicide?" Gao Xinhua raised his eyebrows, thinking that if he died, he could come and accompany Lou Sheng. But he still pretended to be concerned and asked, "Is he okay?"

Lou Sheng shook his head and looked up at Gao Xinhua, as if he had relied on him for help countless times when he was a child.

"I don't know what to do." As soon as he said this, tears welled up in his eyes. Lou Sheng gritted his teeth and held them back. He said with difficulty, "Ying Zhisheng had a bad life. I don't know what to do. I don't even understand why he committed suicide."

Gao Xinhua leaned over, touched his face, looked at Lou Sheng who was suffering greatly, and whispered softly: "Mom is here."

Tears slid down the bridge of my nose and cheeks.

"Lou Sheng, the dead are no longer in the same world as the living. Their affairs have their own destiny, but I think Ying Zhisheng committed suicide because he couldn't hold on any longer."

"Just like you back then. Mom died suddenly, and you took over the company without knowing anything about it and fought those old foxes. In order to avenge me, there were debts and lives lost. You couldn't hold on, right?"

"Baby, sometimes it's like this. You don't know how important you are to others. Neither I nor Ying Zhisheng can lose you."

Gao Xinhua grabbed Lou Sheng's left hand, which she had hidden by the crook of her arm. The skin had ulcerated and peeled from the sun. She frowned, distressed. "What's going on?"

"Ying Zhisheng cut his wrists... I didn't know what to do, so I said I wanted to go out in the sun and get my soul gone."

What a stubborn and extreme child.

Gao Xinhua touched his wound and said, "Mom is here."

…

Fuquan was almost going crazy. This was Ying Zhisheng's second attempt at suicide in just a few months.

Why! Wasn't Lou Sheng by his side? Why did he still want to die?

He stood at the door and paced back and forth anxiously, his thoughts in a mess, but he still made a decision to expose the fact that Ying Zhisheng committed suicide first, and attribute the reason for cutting his wrists to the recent large-scale online violence.

Although Ying Zhisheng didn't care about these malicious words and actions, they were actually increasing his suffering. Sometimes, when things reach their limit, even the falling sand and dust can cause a collapse, which is also the best opportunity to completely reverse public opinion.

"Brother Sheng is awake, Brother Sheng is awake!"

Fuquan hurried into the ward and looked at the pale, almost transparent person lying on the bed. He was immediately disappointed and said angrily, "Ying Zhisheng! What on earth are you going to do for a man? Are you doing this to justify all the hard work you've put in over the years?"

What to do.

Ying Zhisheng didn't know what he really wanted.

In fact, he wanted to hold Lou Sheng, hold her forever, not a dream that would be broken at the touch of a finger. He wanted Lou Sheng to be happy, it was too painful, and jumping off a building at such a young age was too painful.

Ying Zhisheng didn't see a ghost, and for a moment he thought something Zhang Fa sold him had malfunctioned. He frantically searched for it, struggled to get out of bed, and whispered, "Lou Sheng?"

Would Lou Sheng be standing nearby, anxiously waiting for him to look over? Would he feel lonely and sad if he wasn't seen?

Fuquan was about to burst into tears: "Lou what Sheng! Lou Sheng, Lou Sheng all day long! You're already dating him, so why not just be content? Ying Zhisheng, can you please wake up a little!"

Assistant Tao kindly helped Ying Zhisheng find the ghost, but how could a living person see a dead person? He looked around but came back empty-handed.

Ying Zhisheng's headache was excruciating, as if it was under immense pressure and about to explode. He tugged at his hair in frustration, then looked up to see a head observing the situation at the door.

Lou Sheng just came back and asked him worriedly, "How is it?"

Ying Zhisheng wanted to look at Lou Sheng's hand, the part of his soul that was sunburned.

At this time, a doctor in a white coat came over. He hadn't yet figured out the cause of Ying Zhisheng's headaches and vomiting blood, so he just looked thoughtfully at the star, who wasn't in good condition.

If he were to survive, he would not live more than two months.

"Doctor Yu, Ying Zhisheng vomited blood twice in a row. Is it true that we can't find anything out?" Fuquan and others asked.

The doctor's name was Yu Gengshi. He stared at the bed with a complicated expression.

He had a problem with Ying Zhisheng because he covered his song on a karaoke app. He was criticized for it, and was even insulted for not being worthy of singing his songs. Later, because his ex-girlfriend was a true fan of Ying Zhisheng, he became a die-hard fan and frequently criticized the talented singer online.

He was the first one to discover that there was a ghost around Ying Zhisheng.

Yu Gengshi remained silent, clenching his ballpoint pen with his fingers, leaving deep scratches on the recording paper. He was born with the ability to see ghosts, and could hear what the ghosts around Ying Zhisheng were saying.

"Please don't commit suicide, please. You should stick to life, don't die."

"I like to listen to you play the piano and sing, but you won't be able to play after you die."

"I'll spend more time with you during this time. If you want to get married, we can get married."

…

Yu Gengshi saw that the big star lowered his head and blew air on the wound on the ghost's hand, comforting himself that it would not hurt if he blew air on it.

But in the eyes of others, this is just a weird self-centered behavior that makes people feel creepy just by looking at it.

He thought about the people online calling Ying Zhisheng a psychopath and the turmoil on the Internet in recent days.

I also thought of Ying Zhisheng who had always firmly stated that he had someone he liked.

So that's how it is, the person I had a crush on died.

After recording the injuries, Yu Gengshi closed the notebook. Awesome, he respected him as a man.