Chapter three hundred and sixteen, Uncle Gu

The woman looked up at the gloomy villa in the distance and sighed helplessly. She would not have come to such a gloomy place if she had not had to earn money to feed her family of three.

The owner of the villa did not know if she was mentally ill and would not let her turn on the lights or draw the curtains. How is she supposed to clean in the dark? Moreover, in such a dark environment, how can she know that the other person is a ghost, often in this case the owner is not a ghost is not far from death.

The limousine dropped her off at the door and sped off, fearing that she might get stuck with something strange. She took the key out of her back pocket, held the vegetable in one hand and opened the door with the other. As soon as she opened the door, she called out, "Mr. Shi, I'm coming. "

When dust heard this while lying on the SOFA, he was deep in thought. He groped for a bell on one side.

Hearing a "Ding" sound from inside, the woman lifted her feet and went in.

She knew that the owner of the villa was a basket case, that she would cook him a meal every day and put it on the Sofa, and that she would prepare his daily necessities. She had not heard the man speak since she had come to the place, but with the clothes in her closet, she knew she was taking care of a man.

There is also some sympathy, even living in such a luxurious villa, money to hire a nanny, but the loss of health, these things also become waste.

She was washing vegetables, she shook his head, or so good, tired is tired, but she can move freely, do not need to Three Meals a Day others to wait on. So originally the heart of disrelish became a lot of insipid, this house is also not originally gloomy, she looked at the decoration of the room, actually very warm, probably because of the master's misfortune just let this villa change its appearance, it's a haunted house in the mouth of the people around it.

After a while, the woman prepared the meal and followed her usual route to the living room. When she picked up the dust, she put the new dishes on the table. She was not asked to feed him, but only to cook him a meal and not starve him to death. Another thing is to tidy up the room and the house, give each other tidy up the daily needs, such as Bedpan.

Just put down the bowl chopsticks, when the dust gently coughing: "and so on... " he now even a complete words can not say, had to a word of a word to jump out.

The woman stopped what she was doing and waited for him to finish. This was the first time she had heard him speak. The first two times she had turned on the light or opened the curtains, she texted herself on her phone, so she thought the guy was dumb.

When dust coughed two: "upstairs, take, suit inside put, phone number. "

Though her words were broken, the woman understood that she was asking herself to help him find his telephone number. Shi Chen didn't know which pocket it was in, but whatever was in his pocket would be put back after it had been washed, even if it had been tied up. So it doesn't matter if you can find it, as long as you can find it.

The woman got up and said, "I'll help you find it. Eat your food first. "

When the dust of the weak nod, he does not want to eat, he can eat a bowl of rice for a day, now he is not very hungry, think even if he has not been feeding him he will not die of hunger, but the physical consumption is too big, he can't move his limbs.

His mind was clear, but his body was not under his control, and it was not clear whether the vegetative state was like him, conscious but unable to wake up.

The woman did not see him move at all, as if he had never moved in her mind, and did not know whether it was because he was about to die and wanted to call his family to share his inheritance?

The room on the first floor was dark enough to be described as invisible, but the second floor was different, and the woman felt as if she had entered another world. She ran quickly to the master bedroom of the room and rummaged in the closet for the phone number. The Dust on the sofa lay more than a few points of sympathy: The other side has been terminally ill, also do not see his family to take care of him, but let their own a nanny to take care of, this is not the family is what?

A suit a suit of rummaging, suddenly clothes pocket dropped a piece of paper, the woman picked up a look, above is a string of numbers, is a phone number! Then hurriedly ran down the stairs, by the way to help the dust to help him dial a land line.

Put the phone to her ear and she walked away. She had other things to do!

The telephone busy tone several sound, when the dust originally full of hope the eye moment dim down, as expected oneself can not report too big hope!

Just want to give up their own, the other side of the phone on a burst of old voice: "Hello? "

"I, time dust. " Difficult said, the other side since said owed his father's favor, then the other side must be able to know his name.

"It's you. " Dr. Gu stroked his beard and shook his head. "What's the matter with you? Are you angry enough to be chest stuffiness? "

"No. " He gasped. "paralyzed. "

The doctor of Gu originally plays the state of mind like the moment to put up, dignified ground asks a way: "How to do? "

"drugged. "

On hearing this, Dr. Gu frowned tightly, it was not easy to do!

But in order to give each other relief, he said, "little nephew, you may not know me, but your father is a good friend of mine, and he called me his elder brother. " When Dr. Gu remembered his father, he felt for a moment that if it had not been for the other party's help, don't say let him practice medicine now. We don't know where the bones are buried.

"Gu uncle. " When the dust quickly suck up.

Dr. Gu smiled happily. "I ask You, who is Shi Yi? "

"enemy. " When the eyes of dust immediately become fierce, and their blood feud with each other, he must make each other pay.

"Oh, well, give me the address, and I'll start looking for you in a few days. " After hanging up the phone, Dr. Gu looked gravely at a picture on the wall of his slightly younger self with the man who saved his life. He had to return the favor, even if it means destroying his medical ethics!

He will go there tomorrow to treat his illness. If the doctor makes any small movements, ordinary people can not see it at all. Moreover, he is an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has practiced medicine all his life. They are still a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, but later they fell into disuse.

"AH-CHOO! " Yi hugged his arm rubbing, he felt the recent weather is too cold, always involuntarily hit a shiver. At this rate, I'll catch a cold.