Chapter 218 He readily agreed verbally, but in reality, he still wanted to come.
When Shen Yuepo awoke again, it was already bright daylight outside the window.
The heavy rain turned into a light drizzle.
Shen Yuepo moved her fingers, her fingertips touching a warm patch of skin.
Feng Jin lay on his side, his arm still wrapped around her waist, but the pressure had loosened a bit.
His breathing was steady and long, and his eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids.
Shen Yuepo looked at him quietly for a moment, then gently moved his arm away and got out of bed.
It felt a little cold to walk barefoot on the floor.
She walked to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain.
The rain had indeed lessened considerably, but the sky remained overcast, like a piece of gray silk soaked in water.
Vehicles drove slowly with their fog lights on, while pedestrians hurried along, holding colorful umbrellas.
After washing up, Shen Yuepo changed into a simple, moon-white cotton and linen long dress, with a light gray knitted cardigan over it.
Her long hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing her slender neck.
She took a plain-colored long-handled umbrella from the entrance hall and was about to go out when the white jade bracelet on her wrist suddenly felt slightly hot.
She looked down.
A golden pattern flowed across the surface of the white jade bracelet.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
They readily agreed verbally, but in reality, they still wanted to come along.
She shook her head and pushed open the door to go out.
The Central Hospital of Beijing is always overcrowded.
Shen Yuepo folded her umbrella and stood at the entrance of the outpatient hall. The smell of disinfectant hit her face, mixed with anxiety, exhaustion, and a lingering sense of despair.
She looked up and saw that the hall was crowded with people, and the queue for registration looked like a long dragon.
The chairs were filled with patients and their families, each with a different expression. Some had their eyes closed, some were sobbing softly, and some were staring blankly into the void.
Among these living people, there are many beings that normal people cannot see.
Shen Yuepo's gaze calmly swept over the soul of an old woman dressed in a hospital gown, who was trembling as she followed behind her son.
She didn't know she was dead and was still waiting for her son to take her home.
The ghost of a young man crouched in a corner, his hands covering his head, his body shrouded in intense resentment.
He died in a car accident; the perpetrator fled the scene, and his body is still lying in the morgue, not yet claimed by the messengers of death.
The spirit of a five- or six-year-old girl is sitting next to a woman who is crying her heart out, reaching out her tiny, transparent hand to wipe away her mother's tears.
She died of leukemia not long ago, still unable to let go of her mother who depended on her for survival.
Shen Yuepo walked through the spirits as if they were invisible, her gaze sweeping across the crowd until she spotted a familiar figure at the end of the long queue at the payment window.
Shen Yichuan.
Shen Yuepo paused almost imperceptibly.
She almost didn't recognize him after only a few months apart.
In my memory, there was a man who always wore a custom-made suit, whose hair was meticulously styled, and whose eyes and brows exuded the arrogance of a young master from a prominent family.
He was wearing a wrinkled light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing several small scratches on his forearms.
His hair was a little messy, and the stray hairs on his forehead were stuck to his skin with sweat.
Clutching a stack of receipts and bank cards, he anxiously peered ahead, his lips pressed tightly together.
Shen Yuepo's gaze lingered on his face for a moment.
Facial features don't lie.
A dark forehead, a sunken parent palace, and a broken wealth palace indicate a decline in fortune.
This is a sign of a family's decline, parents' serious illness, and one's own extremely low fortune.
She looked away, preparing to go around.
"Moon Soul?"
Shen Yichuan saw her first.
His voice trembled with disbelief, and he practically burst out of the queue, rushing to her in just a few steps.
He was standing so close that Shen Yuepo could smell the disinfectant mixed with sweat on his body.
You could even see the bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under his eyes.
"You..." Shen Yichuan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, "Did you come to see your mother?"
A faint glimmer of hope now flickers in those eyes that were once filled with arrogance.
He instinctively reached out to pull Chen Yuepo, but froze in mid-air.
Because Shen Yuepo had already taken half a step back, creating some distance.
"I'm here to find someone."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"etc!"
Shen Yichuan reached out to stop her, but his movement froze halfway because of her cold gaze.
His hand clenched helplessly in the air for a moment, then fell limply to his side. "Mom...Mom is sick, very sick. Can you go see her?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo did not stop walking.
She walked out of the outpatient department, holding an umbrella, and continued walking towards the inpatient department. Rain slanted in, wetting the hem of her skirt.
"Moon Soul!"
Shen Yichuan called out from behind her, his voice tinged with anger, "Can't you...can't you go see her? She keeps talking about you..."
Shen Yuepo finally stopped.
She didn't turn around, but simply turned her face slightly to the side. "I have no relation to your Shen family anymore."
After saying that, she opened her umbrella and stepped into the rain, her figure quickly disappearing.
Shen Yichuan stood there, staring blankly at her back, the stack of receipts in his hand clenched so tightly they were deformed.
The corridors in the inpatient ward seemed to stretch on forever.
Shen Yuepo walked slowly, her flat, soft shoes making almost no sound on the smooth tile floor.
She deliberately slowed her breathing, spreading her divine sense to capture every abnormal fluctuation in the air.
The ward doors on both sides of the corridor opened and closed intermittently. Nurses pushing medicine carts hurried past, leaving behind a trail of rolling wheels.
The family members sat or stood outside the door, their faces bearing the same look of exhaustion.
There was no evil aura, no abnormal energy fluctuations, and not even a trace of suspicious yin energy could be sensed.
If Yun Jingyan really did live here, he couldn't possibly have left no trace.
Shen Yuepo walked to the end of the corridor and took the elevator to the top-floor VIP ward.
The corridor of the VIP room was quiet, with thick carpets on the floor that made almost no sound when you stepped on them.
But... there was still nothing unusual.
The rain was still falling outside the window, the raindrops hitting the glass and blurring the outside world.
Shen Yuepo frowned.
Did she guess wrong? Was Yun Jingyan's target not the hospital?
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
"Master Shen?!"
Shen Yuepo turned around.
Lu Jin stood three steps away from her, holding an exquisite kraft paper bag in his hand, from which one could vaguely see that it contained imported fruits and nutritional supplements.
He was wearing a dark gray cashmere sweater with a light camel-colored casual suit jacket. His hair was meticulously styled, but there were obvious dark circles under his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Lu Jin walked over quickly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "What a coincidence! I was just thinking of calling you later!"
Shen Yuepo raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
"I'm here to find someone."
Shen Yuepo's voice was calm, her gaze lingering for a moment on his overly bright smile, "Mr. Lu, are you... here to visit me in the hospital?"
"Ah? Oh right!" Lu Jin seemed to have just remembered the important matter, and the smile on her face faded a bit, replaced by a hint of worry. "It's my sister."
"She had just returned from abroad not long ago. Last night, our family was having dinner when, suddenly, she collapsed onto the table with a thud!"
As she spoke, Lu Jin mimicked her older sister's fainting motion, then quickly stood up straight, her voice filled with lingering fear:
"I was so scared! At first I thought she was just playing a prank on me, but I couldn't wake her up no matter how much I called her."
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