Chapter 598 Wife
Not sure why, the shadow of a straw man suddenly appeared in his mind.
He made up his mind and walked deeper into the corridor little by little. The doors on both sides were closed, and there were ordinary decorative paintings on them. At least he didn't see anything weird.
Turn around the corner, facing a room that was obviously larger and more luxurious.
Unlike Luo He and the others who had to take the initiative to open the door, Linghu Yong had better luck. The double-door dark wooden door was already halfway open at the moment.
Through the half-open door, you can see a large bed inside.
There is a person standing next to the bed, and a red lantern is placed on the ground.
The fire candles in the lantern flickered on and off, as if the wind was blowing.
The man had his back to him, bowed slightly, seemed to be holding something in his hand, and stretched his arms towards the person on the bed from time to time.
This may be difficult for others to understand, but it awakened Linghu Yong’s hidden memory. He immediately realized that the man who came with a lantern was giving medicine to the person lying on the bed. .
"Who?"
Just when Linghu Yong was about to continue observing, he was discovered, and his appearance obviously shocked the other party.
As he expected, the person standing beside the bed was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and there was a spoon for feeding medicine in the bowl.
But because of the light, he couldn't see the man's face.
"Don't be nervous, I am the person sent by Director Qiao." Linghu Yong was worried about a misunderstanding and immediately explained: "I am here to help you."
"Director Qiao." The other party seemed to be hesitating.
The voice sounded like that of a man, and he was about the same age as himself. He thought he might be Mr. Feng’s son.
Thinking of this, Linghu Yong continued: "Director Qiao was worried that something like that would happen again here, so he sent us to help you. I also have a few companions, and you will see them soon. "
Hearing this, the man seemed to relax a little and put the medicine bowl aside. On the table, "It's you. I heard the doorman Liu Laizi mentioned it. It's just that you came to visit late at night."
"That's right. We also wanted to visit during the day, but Liu Laizi said that during the day It's inconvenient for you, and he also said that Mr. Feng is very ill and won't let us come to disturb him," Linghu Yong said quickly.
For some reason, he always felt uneasy here. After understanding the situation, he was ready to leave immediately.
"My father is indeed ill, but it's not as serious as he said. Now he can get out of bed and move around." The man said, then turned his eyes to the bed and said in a sad tone: "It's my wife. The situation now is very bad."
Before he finished speaking, Linghu Yong heard the sound of walking behind him. There were many people coming, estimated to be 5, 6, or even more, "Yong. Son "Who are you talking to?"
An old man walking on crutches and being supported by someone walked out of the dark corridor.
The old man was dressed in brocade clothes and looked very handsome. Expensive, but no matter how luxurious the clothes were, they couldn't hide the old man's haggard face. He seemed to have not rested for a long time. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his movements had an inexplicable stiffness.
Linghu Yong suspected that the footsteps downstairs were his.
The old man is the real master of the Feng family, Mr. Feng.
Seizing the opportunity, Linghu Yong immediately identified himself to the old man and the people behind him, and looked back and forth on Linghu Yong's face.
"So that's it." Mr. Feng spoke slowly, and then walked over with the support of a middle-aged woman, "Thank you for your hard work. When my Feng family survives this disaster, I will give you a big thank you. "
"Master Feng, you're welcome," Linghu Yong replied.
After saying that, Linghu Yong turned around and looked at the bed. From his angle, he could only see a protrusion from the quilt on the bed, vaguely shaped like a human figure. However, after he came in, he didn't hear a single sound from the person on the bed.
Yes. Asleep?
Or for some other reason.
Many speculations arose in Linghu Yong’s mind for no reason, which aroused his curiosity. He began to piece together the appearance of the woman on the bed in his mind. Similar pictures actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. .
In a dim environment, a seriously ill woman and a man feeding medicine
"Yong'er, what are you thinking about?"
An old and stiff voice came, Linghu Yong was in a daze, and subconsciously replied: "It's nothing, father, I was thinking about Ruoxi's dressing change. It's time, I'm going to inform the nurse "
The next second, he stopped suddenly, and then as if he suddenly realized something, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Feng with a face full of horror. The other person's lips wriggled from time to time, but his words The voice didn't match the movements of his lips at all!
At this time, Mr. Feng was like a strange puppet on strings, looking at him with a pair of old eyes, which were hollow.
Linghu Yong suddenly noticed that there was no reflection of himself in Master Feng's eyes.
Then, a familiar voice sounded from behind, "It's nothing, father, I'm thinking it's time to change Ruoxi's dressing. I'm going to inform the nurse. Don't worry about me here."
When the voice came to mind, Linghu Yong's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and a chill hit him from head to toe.
That was actually his own voice!
In hindsight, he suddenly realized why he could see Master Feng and everyone else's faces clearly, but he could only not see clearly the face of the man in the room before.
At first he thought it was because of the dim light in the room, but now that he thought about it, it was more like a fog that could not be cleared away from the man's face.
It was the same as the fog that fascinated him outside!
Ghost!
He is the ghost!
Using almost all his courage, Linghu Yong turned his stiff neck and looked at the man behind him.
As the line of sight extended, the fog on the man's face subsided like ice and snow in boiling water, and then, a face exactly like his appeared.
Slowly, the layout of the room also changed. The originally luxurious and huge room became ordinary and the area was much smaller.
An off-white bottle rack stood beside the bed, and the bed turned into an ordinary iron bed, light blue, the most common one in hospitals, with a loose layer of mattress on top. White quilt.
There is also a pair of women's slippers beside the bed.
"Linghu Yong" seemed not to notice anything and was still repeating himself. He slowly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed. At this moment, he could clearly see the woman's haggard face. face.
The lower part of the face and neck were wrapped in thick gauze, and there was faint yellowish pus oozing out.
The dust-laden memories were awakened, and Linghu Yong was trembling all over, as if he had returned to that rainy night many years ago, that seemingly ordinary car accident scene.
Their car crashed into a crooked tree on the side of the road.
Fortunately, Ling Huyong, who was driving the car, only suffered minor injuries, but his wife was not so lucky. The point of impact happened to be on the passenger side, and the huge inertia almost broke her cervical vertebrae. (End of this chapter)