A while ago.
Caroline finally contacted the lawyer, Carlo, and went to the hospital with him to visit Nia.
Of course, they arrived by bus.
Carlo's excuse was that because he was in a hurry to deliver a contract to a client last week, he parked the car in a non-parking area. Later, the car was towed away by the traffic police. Recently, he could only take the bus, and sometimes even the motorcycle.
Carlo kept talking about how unreasonable the traffic police's actions were in front of Caroline, and then how simple the country's justice system was.
How should he say it?
He spoke with assurance … but she didn't understand? Caroline only felt like she was looking at an auntie who was as petty as bargaining with a butcher in the market, only to lose in the end, like a defeated rooster.
When they got on the bus, Carlo paid, but Caroline didn't think this guy was a gentleman at all. He should have paid the bill at the coffee shop.
How much is this bus fare?
"Oh! Poor Nia! Forgive me for not knowing about your situation until now! I should have come earlier! "
Carlo saw Nia lying on the hospital bed, walked to Nia's side almost without thinking. He knelt in front of the bed, held Nia's withered hands with both hands, and put them against his forehead. His voice was hoarse, and he cried sadly, "You used to be such a beautiful person, how did you become like this? God is so unfair! Oh … you should have let me know earlier, why didn't you let me know? "
Nia seemed to be moved by the man's deep affection. Perhaps she was also recalling the bits and pieces of the past with this man, and her deep eyes began to moisten.
Caroline once thought that Nia's tears should have dried up after she was hospitalized.
But in the end, she was still moved to tears by such a man's almost disgusting words … Could it be that Nia couldn't see at all that Carlo's performance was so hardworking? How could a man she hadn't seen for a few years, or even more than a decade, be like this?
Or could it be that the illness had completely swallowed Nia's intelligence and rationality, making her more ignorant than any other ignorant woman?
Caroline opened her mouth, and even her eyes revealed her disdain for Carlo. She hoped that Nia could see her actions, but Nia's eyes never left Carlo.
Caroline didn't know if Nia wanted to remember this man's face forever at this time, but she didn't say anything in the end.
She closed the door and sat alone in the chair outside the ward, leaving Carlo a chance to show off to Nia. God, for the sake of the commission fee, I hope this man can be gentle to the end.
"Why should I care?"
Caroline suddenly shook her head in self-mockery.
She felt a little bored and looked around the corridor of the inpatient department. In the end, she found that there were actually quite a lot of people … They all had relatives who were hospitalized here, right?
With her thoughts in a mess, Caroline simply took out her phone and began to scroll through her WeChat Moments and Twitter to kill time. I wonder how Nia and Carlo's discussion in the ward went.
She sent a message to Livia. After waiting for a while, Livia did not reply. She made another call, but it turned out that Livia's phone was turned off.
Livia said that she would also leave and live outside for a while. She should have left by now, right?
Although this guy was in the flesh business in the district, Caroline knew very well that Livia had a boyfriend outside without telling her, and it seemed that he was still a college student.
Livia, this fool, even secretly left a portion of money every month to subsidize this man's tuition and living expenses.
Perhaps she went to her boyfriend's side.
Caroline fell asleep as she thought about it.
She sat in a dream.
In the dream, she was an angel. Her wings were not the pure white of angels in the Bible, but gray.
Her wings were folded and wrapped around her body. She couldn't fly, so her body began to fall from the sky.
But she could never touch the ground. She just kept falling, seemingly without end.
She couldn't open her mouth and could only watch helplessly as she fell. Her body was like a stone statue, and she felt as if she was a soul that had been imprisoned in a statue.
Caroline didn't know when another version of herself appeared in front of her.
It was the same face, but the other party didn't have wings and was no different from an ordinary version of herself.
She was also falling at the same speed as her. Her line of sight was always on the same moving horizontal line as her … She felt like she was looking into a mirror.
The two of them were falling to the ground with their heads down, but they were still looking at each other with their eyes open. Caroline was still unable to speak. She had never been so anxious before.
But the other party moved — the other version of herself moved. There was a slight smile on her face. It was a strange smile that frightened Caroline when she saw it.
The other party moved.
This person who looked exactly like her moved. While falling, the other party stretched out her palm and slowly reached out to her. Finally, she placed her palm below her abdomen.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her mouth kept changing, and it was obvious that she was saying something.
"I'm taking it."
"What?"
The ground below was suddenly swallowed up by darkness. The darkness was like ink dripping onto a piece of paper towel, quickly climbing up to the sky and finally dyeing the bright sky black.
Caroline felt pain. It was very painful.
…
The reason for the pain was that the mobile hospital bed being pushed by the doctors and nurses quickly passed through this narrow corridor. The wheels at the foot of the bed directly ran over Caroline's feet. It would be strange if it didn't hurt.
Caroline woke up with a start in pain. She looked at the hospital bed in the distance with hatred and quickly took off her shoes. There was a red mark on her feet. She didn't know if her bones were hurt.
Why am I so unlucky today?
Caroline sighed and slowly rubbed her feet. At this moment, the door of the ward in front suddenly opened. Carlo walked out expressionlessly. He frowned when he saw Caroline still sitting here.
"Have you finished your discussion? Where's Nia? "Caroline had to ask.
Carlo said indifferently, "She finally fell asleep. You'd better not wake her up. By the way, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something."
Caroline instinctively felt that it might not be a good thing, but she endured the pain in her feet, put on her shoes, and followed the man to a relatively quiet place. It was the overhead floor of the hospital's inpatient department, a place for patients to breathe.
Caroline limped, and Carlo had no intention of supporting her.
This old man, who still had a trace of his handsome appearance when he was young, took out a wrinkled soft pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit, picked one and began to smoke.
Caroline said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just say it. If there's nothing, I'm leaving. It's too late."
She worked at night. Naturally, it was just an excuse to say that it was too late. She just didn't like to stay with this old man. It reminded her of Nia's appearance.
It was completely different from when she was desperate. She glowed with a strange spirit as if she saw hope.
"You're also a prostitute." Carlo slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "Niya told me some things about you."
Caroline looked at him with her arms crossed and frowned, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Carlo turned around and leaned against the railing with his back to the city's night lights, "Nia entrusted me to sell her house and the remuneration has been negotiated. But she has another condition. "
"I won't participate in the real estate business." Caroline shook her head … That kind of thing was too troublesome and thankless. She had no reason to help.
Carlo said with a faint smile, "You really don't plan to participate? Even if you can get 10% of the wealth after the property is sold? "
Caroline was startled.
Carlo explained, "Nia did entrust me, but she also entrusted you to be her agent."
With that said, Carlo sneered, "This woman obviously doesn't trust me."
Thinking of Carlo's performance in the ward, Caroline also sneered, "It would be strange if I believed you. It's really disgusting."
"It's just for the sake of money." Carlo shrugged, "If she's willing to give me money, even if she wants me to kiss her feet right away. And you, you always insist on visiting Nia in the hospital, don't you have some purpose? "
Caroline nodded, she didn't want to talk too much with this man. Nia was willing to give her 10% after the property was sold. To be honest, it made her surprised.
This … Was this the reward for visiting all this time?
Perhaps, just like what this old man said, from the very beginning, she had expected something — Because she knew Nia didn't have any children or relatives.
But later, that kind of thought unconsciously became indifferent. As to when it disappeared, even Caroline herself couldn't tell.
"Is that all? If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. " Caroline directly turned around … Perhaps she should wait for Nia to wake up and talk to her about this matter.
Nia was a light sleeper. The illness had been tormenting her, so Caroline felt she wouldn't wait for too long.
"10% is too little. But, if it's 50%, how about it?" Carlo's voice came from behind, filled with an unprecedented charm.
Caroline subconsciously looked back, only to see this old man biting the half-smoked cigarette, with both hands in his trouser pocket, looking at her with a smile that Caroline hated very much.
This kind of smile was like the pimp who introduced her to the business, introduced her to her first customer, and completed the first business in her life.
"What did you say?"
Carlo walked towards Caroline, "I think Nia's condition is really terrible, don't you think? She can't be saved, and she won't be saved. Why should we waste our wealth on such an expensive surgery? And it's a surgery that might not be effective even if we do it? Tell me, instead of investing the money in the hospital, why not put it in my pocket and yours? "
Caroline's breathing couldn't help but speed up with every sentence that Carlo said.
Carlo suddenly reached out and lifted Caroline's chin. "With this money, your life and mine will become better, won't it? And what you and I need to do is just to weave a beautiful lie. You know? A house in the West District can be sold at a price you can't imagine. That's wealth that you can't earn even if you sleep with hundreds of men. "
"Scum!"
Caroline slapped Carlo's face hard and left angrily.
Carlo wasn't angry. Instead, he raised his voice and said behind Caroline, "Think about it carefully. As long as you nod, you can get a fortune. Nia can't live. Is it worth it or not? "
…
A house in the West District could indeed be sold at a sky-high price. Caroline didn't even know how Nia earned the money to buy such a house.
Surgery … Are we really not going back to Nia? The doctor did say that Nia's condition was very bad. The surgery was just a last resort, and the chance of success wasn't high. It was more likely to accelerate her death — or die during the surgery.
Why entrust me?
It seemed that she also noticed Carlo's hypocrisy, so she was worried … After all, Nia was already a dying person. She was very suspicious and didn't believe anyone. It was understandable.
Is … not afraid that I will …
How much could a house in the West District be sold for …
No matter how much it could be sold, it wasn't a luxurious villa. It couldn't be compared to the wealth in her huge bank card …
But this wealth couldn't be used recklessly before she figured out the situation.
As she thought about it, Caroline had already arrived in front of Nia's ward. She reached out and put her hand on the door lock. Just as she was about to push it open, she paused.
Her hand … didn't seem to want to push the door open.
She felt as if there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind … It was Carlo's eyes. Caroline turned around abruptly, but there was nothing behind her, only the grayish-white walls of the hospital corridor.
A cry suddenly came from the right. A woman was lying on the moving bed, crying and unwilling to get down … The bed sheet covered the face of the person lying on the bed. Caroline knew what this meant.
She remembered that this was the mobile hospital bed that had run over her not long ago.
"I'm sorry, the surgery failed." The doctor seemed to only be able to say some useless words.
She seemed to have heard these words many, many years ago … when her father was shot in a gang fight.
Death …
Caroline's face was pale, and she found it difficult to breathe. Her hand suddenly let go of the door lock. She held the wall of the corridor as if she was powerless. She just wanted to get away from this place.
Whether it was Nia, the crying woman in front of her, or Carlo who might still be smoking on the overhead floor … Get away.
…
…
After a moment of silence in the VIP room, Song Haoran heard footsteps again — coming towards the door.
Click, the door opened.
It was a white-haired old man who looked a little sloppy … He was about 60 years old.
The old man was obviously terrified. Perhaps he had already seen Song Haoran slit the criminal's throat, which was why he was so frightened … But it was clear that the person he killed was a criminal, which gave the old man the courage to show himself.
"You … are you really the rescue?" In addition to being frightened, the old man was also very suspicious.
Song Haoran said indifferently, "Let's not talk about this first. There is a bomb here. I will take you away as soon as possible."
"Bomb!" The old man exclaimed.
"It's enough to completely destroy this place. It's very dangerous." Song Haoran nodded, "Let's not talk about this first. I will take you to the exit. You leave first. I have to find the bomb's remote control."
Song Haoran quickly glanced at the old man, but he was searching his memory … His memory had always been very good, especially after he got the Sun God badge, it seemed to be developing into a memory master.
So he had long memorized the information of many important people in this country, their appearance, origin … As for this old man, he was also in his memory.
Franky, a doctor in the field of aerospace from the National Scientific Research Institute … He was also one of the only researchers who survived the rocket launch explosion in this country a long time ago.
How could this old man be in such a good mood to come to this place for a concert?
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