Chapter 146 I'll go to the hospital right now

Ma Yongxia frowned and wanted to deny it, but what he said turned out to be: "Yes, I did more than just this one bad thing. When we were arguing, I pushed her father to the ground and called the police half an hour later. At that time, we had just been married for a short time, and she thought I was a perfect man and didn't doubt me at all."

"She is the only daughter in her family. Her mother passed away a long time ago. Her family owns a breakfast shop. I wanted to open a breakfast shop, so I didn't let her do it after her father died."

As soon as Ma Yongxia finished speaking, the woman on the screen burst into tears.

"I'm calling the police. You killed my dad! You're the murderer!"

As soon as the woman shouted this, Su Chenjin's assistant pushed up his glasses and shook his phone: "Sorry, I've called the police for you. He drugged you and that's also considered intentional injury."

After saying that, the assistant walked up to Ma Yongxia, patted Ma Yongxia on the shoulder and said righteously: "Although justice may be absent, it will never be late. How does it feel to be punished by our little aunt?"

After saying this, the assistant turned his head and winked at Mianmian, trying to release his charm to make the cute little girl like him. He didn't know that his hand was placed in the mouth of the little boy's fetus, causing the little girl's fetus next to him to float to him and purr at him.

Because the assistant's face was blocked, Mianmian didn't see the assistant blinking. She suddenly felt her nose itchy again, and she rubbed it but still sneezed loudly.

"Ahhh!" Baibai suddenly spoke, reminding Mianmian to look at the window.

There was a person standing outside the window. It was the reporter who had asked her where her parents were. At this moment, the person was staring at Mianmian through the glass.

Mianmian couldn't help but sneeze loudly again, with a lot of questions in her mind: Why is this person so strange? She sneezes whenever she looks at her, which is so uncomfortable.

When Mianmian was thinking this, the man turned around again and disappeared by the window.

There was no one by the window, so Mianmian looked ahead again.

Ma Yongxia was still mumbling something, all of which were his own doubts at the moment: "Why would I speak my true feelings out? Why?"

But no matter how confused he was, he could not know the answer. Because he had lost his qualification to interview, he was taken aside by bodyguards and waited for the police to arrive and take him away.

On the screen, Ma Yongxia's ex-wife thanked Mianmian: "Thank you for helping me, little aunt. Do I need to pay you for the fortune-telling?"

Mianmian shook her head: "No need, I'm helping you because we have this kind of fate, not because you want to ask Mianmian for fortune-telling."

"Also, can you give your baby a name? Only after you give them a name and put them on a cenotaph, they can be reincarnated."

[Aaaaah, this is the first time I heard my aunt talk about something as mysterious as reincarnation! Is the truth going to be revealed? She is no longer jumping off a cliff while saying she believes in science, right?] [It means the live broadcast room has not been blocked, so she should be able to talk about it! I suddenly want my aunt to tell my fortune!] [Me too, one person wrote in blood to beg for the fortune-telling function to be enabled!] Soon, the comments were filled with comments begging for fortune-telling.

At the scene, reporter No. 3 walked up to Mianmian and started asking questions.

With Ma Yongxia in front, some people with ulterior motives did not dare to expose themselves, and asked relatively mild questions. They even dared not say anything related to Xuanmen, for fear of being told fortunes suddenly.

That's what reporter No. 7 is like.

He usually likes to dig up some negative information about others when he interviews them. The three questions on the original manuscript of the interview he prepared this time were similar to those asked by Ma Yongxia.

Now I don’t dare to ask anymore, I changed to a less risky question, but I still stuttered when I asked: “I, I saw you used a brush before going to the variety show, can you, can you write calligraphy?”

Mianmian nodded: "Yes, I will."

Reporter No. 7 asked again: "You, you you...that..."

He stuttered so much that he didn't know what to say.

Mianmian looked down at the shaking hands of reporter No. 7 and said in a baby voice, "You all seem to be afraid of Mianmian. Why?"

Reporter No. 7 was nervous and looked at Su Chenjin, not knowing how to answer.

Just as he was hesitating, Mianmian said, "Have you ever had a big fall before?"

Reporter No. 7 thought Mianmian was going to tell his fortune, and his hands shook even more violently. He kept thinking in his mind whether he had done anything more outrageous than digging up dirty laundry in the past, and nodded tremblingly.

"You need to go find a doctor to check this place." Mianmian touched her little head and pointed out the spot to reporter No. 7, "Look here, give me a needle."

Reporter No. 7 breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that I need to have an injection in my brain, not that I stole money from home when I was a child and was exposed. Uh, wait? I need to have an injection in my brain? "Little aunt, um, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with my brain?"

Mianmian glanced at reporter No. 7's shaking hands again, and remembered what her mother said about not scaring patients when treating them, so she smiled and waved her hands: "No problem, no problem. After seeing the doctor and getting the injection, go home and eat everything you want. Be happy."

Reporter No. 7 was stunned, tears streaming down his face.

"After seeing the doctor, I go home and eat what I want and be happy. Doesn't that mean there is no hope?"

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Mianmian was stunned: "How can there be no hope?"

Patient No. 7 was dejected: "Because I am going to die, I will go home to eat something good, relax and wait for burial. I am only 29 years old, why am I going to die?"

The news on the 7th press conference was like this, and it was also based on a joke seen on the Internet.

When the doctor says it's nothing and you go home and eat everything you want, it means you have a terminal illness.

Mianmian didn't know the joke. She blinked her eyes and looked at her nephew for help: "Mom said that when seeing a doctor, we should make the patient happy, which is conducive to the patient's recovery. Why is he unhappy when I told him to eat delicious food?"

Su Chenjin curled his lips and rubbed his panicked little breasts: "He misunderstood, just tell him directly what his problem is."

Mianmian rubbed Su Chenjin's palm. Su Chenjin's palm was as warm as her father's, and it felt like her father was touching her head.

She shook her sneaker-clad feet twice in a good mood and said to reporter No. 7, "There is a little blood clot in your head, so your middle finger on this side is shaking more than the other fingers. This disease is not a big deal, it's very simple, just acupuncture will cure it."

Reporter No. 7 breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, ah, so that's how it is. Okay, okay, I'll go to the hospital right away!"

He didn't even ask any questions, just turned around and left, thinking to himself how nice the young aunt was.

There were three reporters left.

After answering the questions, Beijin's person in charge walked up to Mianmian, cheered herself up, and then asked the question that netizens were concerned about: "Little aunt, your fans asked you if you will do live broadcasts to draw prizes and tell people's fortunes in the future."

(End of this chapter)