Chapter 305

"I can handle it alone. If I accidentally knock this woman out of the quilt and she wakes up and bites you, killing you, don't blame me."

Green spread his hands.

"Don't let go. What if she wakes up again? Just help her. It's no big deal."

Chef Zhang snorted and ran over in a puff of smoke.

The two of them took a taxi downstairs and went to the hospital.

The driver watched them through the rearview mirror as he drove.

As soon as they looked up, the driver turned his head away and pretended that he didn't see anything and was driving seriously.

"What's in your quilt?"

The driver asked tentatively in order to liven up the atmosphere.

"It's a person."

Green replied.

"Then why did you put this person under the quilt and pick him up?"

The driver asked doubtfully.

When questioned, he was ready to call the foundation at any time.

He had even thought about what he would say when the foundation's call was connected.

"My mother went crazy and slashed at my room door with a knife, and she was hit by the door. We are sending her to the hospital now."

Chef Zhang said.

"Oh, oh, so that's how it is, it's okay then.

You are really filial. Your mother treats you so well, and you treat her so well. If my son were half as filial as you, I wouldn't have to work so hard. "Comparing yourself to others makes you angry."

The driver shook his head and said with a smile.

"No normal person would use a knife to hack at someone else's door. You should be glad that your family is not like mine. If there was a normal person in my family, I wouldn't be here now."

Chef Zhang smiled.

"Having both parents alive is a good thing."

The driver felt a little embarrassed and had to find a way to make amends for himself.

"I don't think so. If I were an orphan, maybe things would be happier."

Chef Zhang said.

"You're saying this because you've never been an orphan. If you were, you wouldn't feel good about it."

The driver couldn't help but persuade him.

"I haven't been one, have you? Besides, you can't say that. People are different.

The fact that an actor who has never died can play a corpse is enough to prove that a person does not have to do something before he can say something. The same is true for being an orphan.

Besides, some people with both parents are extremely wealthy, while others are penniless and in debt. Can we say that their lives are exactly the same? All parents are like this, let alone those who don't.

Life without parents would be even more different.

Maybe I am just lucky. Being an orphan is much better than having parents. No one else can compare to me. Because my bad luck has already been used up in the matter of my parents. "

Chef Zhang laughed and said.

The driver didn't know what to say, so he just smiled.

The car stopped and they arrived at the hospital. Chef Zhang and Green each carried one side of the woman into the hospital.

The doctor arranged a bed for them to come over for examination.

"May I ask what caused these injuries?"

The doctor asked after examining it.

"This man is a lunatic. He suddenly went crazy and chopped the door with a knife. The door broke him. That's what happened."

Chef Zhang said.

"Really? But the injuries on his body don't just come from being hit by the door. By the way, who among you is the family member?"

the doctor asked.

"I am this man's son. What's the matter?"

Chef Zhang answered.

"Okay, if there's any surgery or something like that that requires a signature, remember this. Have you paid?

If you have already paid, sit here and wait. Someone will take you for inspection and then come back here after the inspection."

The doctor looked at the notebook in his hand, nodded, turned and walked out.

There was an old lady in the bed next to me.

"You two are really young, why are you still taking care of a child? If you bring a child to the hospital, you might run into ghosts."

The old woman suddenly said to the two of them.

"What did you say?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"Where is this child from?"

Green asked.

"Aren't you two the sons of the man on the bed? Then is this child the son of the man on the bed or your son? It's so pitiful that such a young child has turned blue."

The old woman shook her head and looked at herself.

While speaking, those cloudy eyes were looking at an empty space next to the two of them, near the bed. There was no one there, and there was even a trash can next to it.

"What does the child look like?"

Green asked.

"Nonsense, where are the kids? There aren't any. Don't bother with the old lunatic, okay? Let's go home quickly. I don't think this is safe at all."

Chef Zhang looked around and felt a little nervous.

"Are you sure you will be safe when you go home? Maybe when you get home, the person here disappears and you have to look for him everywhere, or you don't have to look for him, and he will appear behind you when you turn around.

Do you like playing hide and seek with others? "

Green asked him.

"Damn it, I've never felt my life was so colorful, so much could happen in one day, and so tiring."

The chef huddled in a corner, holding his head.

"The little kid is so pitiful. Look at how thin his clothes are. He must be freezing. I have to comfort you two, but you just pretend you don't see it. I guess that's enough joking."

The old woman continued shaking her head while lying on the hospital bed.

"There is no child. What are you talking about? If you are crazy, can you please get out of here? Why aren't you in a mental hospital? This is not a mental hospital. Damn it, damn it!"

Chef Zhang couldn't help but pull his hair and shout.

The doctor was disturbed by their noise.

The nurse came over.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The nurse asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

Green said.

"Hey, that kid has come up to you and is pulling your hand. Why don't you pull it back? The kid is unhappy. Come to grandma. I'll give you some candy."

The old woman raised one of her thin arms, which was covered with age spots and wrinkles like dead tree bark, and waved to the open space. With her other arm, she felt inside her colorful thick cotton quilt.

The hand took out a handful of candy from the square pocket of the cotton jacket.

The candy fell to the ground.

The floor was full of candies rolling around.

The old woman's posture clearly indicated that there was a child standing beside the bed, and she stretched out her hand to give the candy to the child.

"It's okay if you didn't catch it. You can also pick it up and eat it. These candies are packaged. Don't worry, don't cry, little darling."

The old woman felt the air and said with a smile.

The nurse was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Are you sick again? Do you need me to get you some medicine or water? Or should I give you an IV? Your IV is almost finished, why didn't you call us?"

The nurse walked to the bedside and asked the old woman.

"Because no one has come to see my wife for a long time, the old lady is a little bit mentally unstable. Don't bother with her."

The nurse turned around and explained to Green and Chef Zhang.

"We don't need to bother with a lunatic."

Chef Zhang said in a shrill voice.

"Can we ask what the child looks like?"

Green said.

"You two are really funny. You don't even know what your child looks like, but the child is always in front of you. He has a round face and short hair. His hair is black and his eyes are black too."

The old woman raised her hand and felt the air, and said.

It was as if the child was really there beside the bed.

"I've had enough. Why must I stay in the same room with a lunatic? What do I care if that woman who's seen a ghost likes to play hide-and-seek? I'm going home now. I've paid the bill."

Chef Zhang ran out while shouting.

Green had no choice but to follow him out.

After Chef Zhang ran out, he quickly hailed a taxi. After the car was forced to stop, he opened the door, rushed in, and sat in the back seat.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Drive faster, drive faster, go, go, go, get away from here, the farther away from this hospital, the better, never come back, I want to go home now, I don't care where this place is."

Chef Zhang spoke almost incoherently.

The car started slowly. The driver was a little confused and kept looking at him secretly through the rearview mirror. He thought he looked like a fugitive. Otherwise, why would he be so panicked?

You can't just hit someone and send the injured to the hospital and then try to run away.

I've been sent to the hospital, why don't you pay?

Even if there is no surveillance elsewhere, it is unlikely that there is no surveillance in the hospital.

It's weird to want to run away at this time.

If not that kind of person, then who is he?

It looks a little dangerous.

People like this shouldn't be allowed on the bus.

The driver felt regretful and drove the car very slowly.

Chef Zhang felt that the speed was too slow, and he was a little angry and clenched his fists.

"What on earth is wrong with you?"

He originally wanted to get angry at the driver, but when he looked up, he felt that the sky suddenly turned dark, the whole car was shrouded in darkness, and a fog filled the car.

He was suddenly frightened, shuddered, hugged himself, and looked forward tremblingly. He did not see the driver's face, but saw the shape reflected in the mirror next to the driver.

The mirror reflects the driver's seat.

But the place where the driver was originally in the mirror was now a blank, and a woman slowly crawled out of that blank space. This woman was the one who was sent to the hospital and should be lying on the hospital bed.

"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here in front of me. You can't even walk. Who are you? How can you have two faces? It must be fake. It's all fake."

Chef Zhang started yelling.

He scared the driver so much that he turned the car around without hesitation and drove back to the hospital.

Just at this moment, the panicked Chef Zhang kicked the car door and rolled down.

"Don't try to fool me. No one can fool me. I won't believe that rubbish."

Chef Zhang waved his hands and shouted while rolling and crawling.