Chapter 59 Kong Qianqiu
The ringer brushed the tablet and asked:
"Why did you let him kill the new director?"
Li Yang lit one Yan:
“The underground forces have been fighting for so long and so many people have died. Someone has to come out and take the blame.
When he fails to attack the new director, he will be saddled with all the murders that occurred during this period. ”
Li Yang has a characteristic, which is not considered an advantage.
Let’s call him brave. He dares to think about anything and do anything.
Call him a coward. He will try his best to avoid any troubles he can.
Because of the recent instability in the South China Sea caused by Kuroki Misawa and Li Yang, many people died.
There's always an unlucky guy who turns up for the authorities to deal with.
Chen Wei is quite good and reasonable.
You must use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, otherwise the chicken feathers will stick to your body.
Rattle raised his little head:
“What if he really killed the new director?”
Li Yang sneered:
“When a person reaches the peak of his life, he should stop playing.
If he invests rashly, he will lose all the money he earned due to good luck.
Chen Wei's luck is over
Kill the new director?
Why doesn't he go to heaven? ”
Chen Wei suddenly made a huge achievement and started to drift away.
Rattlebell nodded as if understanding, and concentrated on brushing the tablet.
See the wonderful things He would shake his head excitedly
Li Yang walked over curiously:
"What are you looking at?"
The rattle displays the contents of the tablet.
The tablet content is about Professor Kong Qianqiu.
[Shocked, the private life of a well-known professor is chaotic, and he had an affair with a student nurse during his hospitalization. I would like to ask, are you worthy of the title of professor? 】
Attached below is a photo of a young nurse and Kong Qianqiu being intimate.
Netizens were filled with indignation, attacking the well-known professor Kong Qianqiu for his indiscretion, and complaining about the trainee nurse's lack of self-respect.
The rattle blinked its big eyes and asked:
"What is this for?
It's so interesting, so many negative emotions!"
Li Yang said expressionlessly:
"This is called cyber violence.
Let's go home."
. . . . .
The next evening, the First Affiliated Hospital of Nanhai Medical University, inpatient department.
Eighty-five-year-old Kong Qianqiu was lying on the hospital bed with a small table set up on his legs.
On the small table are messy calculation papers.
Kong Qianqiu was wearing a ventilator and frowned while reading the information.
The middle-aged woman brought the medicine over:
"Dad, stop looking, take the medicine and rest."
The middle-aged woman's eyes were red and swollen, and she had just cried.
She is Kong Ruyun, Kong Qianqiu's daughter. Her father has grade three heart failure and time is running out.
The weak Kong Qianqiu squeezed out a smile:
“Daughter, I always feel that this virus flu in Nanhai is abnormal.
Dad has to leave for Nanhai. The people should do something more.”
Kong Ruyun was anxious:
"No, you have to rest!"
She bent down to pack the calculation papers on the hospital bed.
At this time, a little nurse came over.
The little nurse cried:
“I’m sorry, Professor Kong, Aunt Kong.
I graduated from Nanhai Medical University and always heard the legend of Professor Kong.
Professor Kong is my idol. I didn’t expect that asking for an autograph would cause so much trouble to Professor Kong.
What do those netizens think? Professor Kong is so respected, how could he do such a thing with me! ? "
Kong Qianqiu smiled kindly and wiped the little nurse's tears:
"My child, it's okay, grandpa doesn't blame you.
There are too many bad people staring at grandpa, which makes you feel wronged. "
The little nurse shook her head repeatedly.
Kong Ruyun helped Kong Qianqiu lie down, holding the little nurse's hand and forcing a smile:
"Don't think about so many girls, let Grandpa Rest.
Let’s go out for a while and pay my dad’s hospital bills. "The little nurse didn't dare to disturb and nodded repeatedly.
Kong Qianqiu suddenly said:
"Yunyun, give me my mobile phone."
Kong Ruyun struggled for a while, and finally said nothing.
Recently, for some reason, my father likes to watch live broadcasts on the Internet. Sometimes he can only fall asleep while listening to the live broadcasts on the Internet.
She disapproved of her father looking at his phone in this state.
However, father’s time is running out.
If watching the online live broadcast can help him have a good rest, then watch it.
As long as you don’t work too hard, anything will work.
Kong Ruyun installed the lazy bed stand beside the bed, put the mobile phone on it, and then pulled the little nurse away.
. . . . . .
Kong Qianqiu stared blankly at the ceiling, a tear falling down.
He is not sad that he was bullied by the Internet and that his life was in jeopardy.
He just feels sad for the people of Nanhai.
This flu is unusual, maybe it is a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
This is a deathly massacre.
Kong Qianqiu sighed slowly, struggled to reach out and click on his phone, and opened the live broadcast software with the sickle icon.
This live broadcast software is full of subculture elements, gothic elements, and cyberpunk elements.
Also, religious colors.
The anchors in this software are all believers of a religion called the Seven Commandments.
They believe in death.
Open the following and click to enter a live broadcast room.
In the live broadcast room, there is a woman in black wearing a mask.
It’s not that Kong Qianqiu has any particular thoughts about women. At such an old age, he has long since lost his thoughts on that aspect.
The woman in black claims to be a fallen angel of the Seven Commandments.
There is a magic in her voice that soothes the soul like a true angel.
"If there really is a God of Death, can you give me a little more life so that I can do something more for the people."
Kong Qianqiu listened to her voice, forgot the pain, and slowly let go of himself .
It's like being in mother's arms.
The enthusiastic fans in the live broadcast room shouted the words "Fallen Angel" on the barrage, while Kong Qianqiu relaxed and fell asleep to the gentle voice of the woman in black.
. . . . . .
When Kong Qianqiu woke up again, it was already dark.
The live broadcast of Fallen Angel has ended, and there are two words on the black screen in the live broadcast room.
【Equality. 】
Whether he is a prince or general, a peerless beauty, or a medical giant like him who has saved countless lives, all are equal before the God of Death.
He looked next to him. His daughter Kong Ruyun was lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping soundly. There were two traces of tears on her face.
Kong Qianqiu raised his head and touched his daughter's head lovingly.
If he didn’t have to die, his daughter wouldn’t have to be so sad.
This is all a given.
Suddenly he saw the cleaner who was cleaning his room standing in the middle of the ward with his head lowered. He actually fell asleep standing up!
Kong Qianqiu smelled an unusual smell, moved his heavy head, and scanned the room.
His cloudy old eyes suddenly froze.
On the window sill, a girl was listening to music, shaking her head and her calves randomly.
Where did this girl come from?
Kong Qianqiu patted his daughter on the head, trying to wake her up.
The strange thing is that my daughter, who was originally a light sleeper, couldn't wake up.
A weird atmosphere lingers in the room.
Kong Qianqiu opened his mouth wide, thinking wildly.
Am I dreaming, still. . . . . . He was about to die, so he saw all kinds of strange things?
The lights in the ward flickered as if they were broken, but the lights were quickly restored, just. . . . . become dim.
Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the ward.
He just appeared so suddenly.
Wearing a black windbreaker and a round hat, the brim of the hat is set very low, covering most of his face.
Kong Qianqiu noticed that most of the light in the room deliberately avoided that person, and that person was always shrouded in a shadow.
He asked weakly:
"You, who are you?"
(End of this chapter)