Wang Atai suddenly stopped, took out two wheels from his bag, and tied them directly to his feet.
The chubby girl was panting heavily, staring in disbelief.
“I’ll glide, you run, we should make it in time.” After saying that, Wang Atai had already glided away like a gust of wind.
The slide was silent...
Fat girl, "..."
We can already see the hospital entrance; it's only a few hundred meters away.
She quickly caught up, asking as she ran, "Grandma Wang, why do you still carry a wheelchair with you?"
"The thread on your bag is about to break."
As Wang Atai skated, he said, "My legs won't obey me anymore, so I can only use some assistance."
"You young people wouldn't understand. Living too long will make you bored and cause problems. You have to find some fun every day."
The chubby girl was speechless again, inwardly complaining that she really didn't understand. Who would organize a group to visit a funeral in an ancestral hall?
Moreover, at their age, they can only go in for a quick look around, and they can't offer incense.
Upon arriving at the hospital entrance, the chubby girl pulled her straight to the ward.
Since the elevator wouldn't move, she simply pulled Wang Atai up the stairs.
"No need, we can do it here." Wang Atai walked up to the second floor, looked around, and then stopped.
This is the emergency exit; there aren't many people coming and going.
She's going to change into a red outfit soon, uh, that's a bit of an exaggeration.
The chubby girl leaned against the railing and nodded.
Wang Atai quickly put on a red dress and a hat, and began to dance.
The chubby girl hurriedly looked towards the second-floor ward corridor, but didn't see anyone walking this way, so she quickly patted her chest.
Wang Atai stopped jumping after a while.
After she stopped, she sat on the ground, muttering something to herself.
Just then, a nurse came up the stairs, saw the two of them, and gave them a complicated look, but didn't ask any questions.
This hospital has a psychiatric department, and it's common to encounter strange patients in the hallways.
Wang Atai suddenly opened her eyes and said jokingly, "I'm being treated like a crazy woman."
The chubby girl pursed her lips, wanting to ask how it went, but also worried that she hadn't danced enough.
"Let's go see Grandma Lin. It's been a while since we've seen her. I miss her terribly." Grandma Wang changed her clothes, stuffed them all into a cloth bag, and then tossed the bag to Fatty.
Inside the ward,
The doctors who were trying to save the patient were about to give up when the monitoring equipment suddenly returned to normal.
The doctors and nurses nearby were completely bewildered.
"Didn't your heart stop beating just now?" one of the young doctors asked nervously.
The head nurse next to her glanced at the time recorded in the notebook, pursed her lips, and remained silent.
She's worked for so many years, what strange things hasn't she seen?
But this patient is really special…
"Everything is normal, the patient is about to wake up." The attending physician examined the patient's pupils, his expression returning to solemnity.
His mission is accomplished as long as the patient doesn't die.
As for the reason, he didn't want to delve into it further.
Various test results showed that the old man was not sick and looked as if he was asleep.
Everyone fell silent. The patient opened his eyes, his gaze clear, as if he had expected so many people to gather around him.
"Notify the family that they can be discharged after one day of observation," the doctor told his assistant, then turned and left.
He had to rush to perform the surgery; it didn't matter if his assistant was a little late entering the operating room, he had to get there immediately.
"Yes, Director Yao." The assistant replied and followed him out.
Other doctors and nurses filed out.
The people waiting outside the door were completely bewildered by their strange expressions.
The assistant briefly explained the situation and then left in a hurry.
When Wang Atai and Pang Niu arrived at the ward, they happened to brush past the assistant.
The assistant stopped in his tracks and looked at the two of them suspiciously.
Isn't that the grandma dancing in the hallway?
She went downstairs to pick up a report, but she was in a hurry and the elevator got stuck on one of the floors, so she had to take the stairs.
However, she only paused for a moment before leaving without thinking further.
Inside the ward,
Lin Ziyan held her grandfather's hand, her eyes blurring again.
"Grandma, you scared us."
Lu Yunshen: "The doctor said to observe for one day and then go home."
He immediately saw through Ah Tai's thoughts; she didn't want to stay in the hospital.
“Ah Wen, now that you’re back, don’t go anywhere else. Just stay home and rest. You’ve worked hard your whole life, it’s time to enjoy yourself.” Grandma nodded and looked at her adopted son beside her.
She patted Lin Shaowen's hand, her eyes clear.
"Okay, I'll stay home and not leave." Lin Shaowen nodded, a smile curving his lips.
The atmosphere in the ward was harmonious.
Wang Atai snorted and moved a stool to sit by the door.
She was exhausted; her old friend almost took her life.
Upon hearing the humming sound, everyone turned to look at the doorway.
The chubby girl carried the cloth bag, not daring to put it on the ground.
Grandma Wang kept asking Fatty to pour her some water, saying that she was dying of thirst.
Lin Atai sat up, a smile flashing in her eyes.
At that time, she insisted on retiring from fortune-telling and stopped telling fortunes, which caused a falling out with her old friends.
The older women didn't understand; they were among the few fortune tellers with such abilities, and their power was only decreasing, not increasing.
She felt that Lin Atai was wasting her talent, that she had even abandoned the gods, and that abandoning her friends would be an easy thing for her.
Since then, the two families have never spoken to each other again.
"Who is this?" Lin Ziyan was the first to come to her senses and looked at the chubby girl.
This outfit makes her look like an old woman from a fishing village.
He always carried a cloth bag and visited temples everywhere.
That's right, it's about carrying a cloth bag and going to temples, sometimes even trying to get free vegetarian meals.
The chubby girl briefly explained what had just happened and introduced herself to the group.
At this moment, Wang Atai took out dried sweet potato from her cloth bag, glanced at Lin Atai, and handed her a piece.
"Oh, your adopted son is back too? At least he has some conscience. He would have been dead long ago without you." Wang Atai said something shocking, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of others and continuing to do as she pleased.
Lin Shaowen blushed slightly and nodded to her.
He almost didn't make it back.
Lin Atai glared at her, "Awen, don't listen to her nonsense. Her mouth is like a knife; she wants to slash everyone she sees."
Wang Atai paid no attention, his gaze fixed on Lin Ziyan, full of suspicion.
Lin Ziyan felt goosebumps on her back from being stared at, as if she could see right through her.
Lu Yun Shen gave a look to the people next to him, and then stepped out of the ward first.
Yang Yanzhou and Xiao Jin exchanged a glance and followed him out.
"Awen, Pearl, you two go out and wait for a while." Lin Atai noticed that Wang Atai was hesitant to speak, so she simply spoke first.
When only Lin Ziyan, Wang Atai, and Lin Atai remained in the ward,
Wang Atai couldn't hold back any longer, "Lin girl, what will you look like in the future? Is it fun?"
"Would it be perfect if I were to be reborn now so I could live a good life?"
Lin Ziyan's eyes widened, her gaze complicated. She glanced at her own grandmother, then turned back to look at Wang's grandmother.
As expected of Ah Tai's old friend, she's like a god... no, a fortune teller.
"Not many people will have children in later generations, so how do you know they will be born in China?"
“Statistically speaking, it might be invested in a nearby country…” Lin Ziyan didn’t want to discourage her, but she still told the truth.
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