Chapter 599 Wife

For some reason, the shadow of a straw man suddenly appeared in his mind. read

He made up his mind and walked slowly deeper into the corridor. The doors on both sides were closed, and there were ordinary decorative paintings on them. At least he didn't see anything weird.

Turning a corner, you will find a room that is obviously larger and more luxurious at the same time.

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 was a person standing next to the bed, and a red lantern was placed on the ground.

The candles in the lantern flickered on and off, as if the wind was blowing.

The man had his back to him, bowed slightly, and seemed to be holding something in his hand. His arms stretched out to the person on the bed from time to time.

This may be difficult for others to understand, but it awakened Linghu Yong's deep 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.

Just as he expected, the person standing next to 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'm the person sent by Director Qiao." Linghu Yong was worried about misunderstanding and immediately explained: "I'm 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 casually put the medicine bowl on the table aside, "It's you, I heard the doorman Liu Laizi mentioned it, but you came to visit late at night, and you wanted to..."

"That's right. We also wanted to visit during the day, but Liu Laizi said it was inconvenient for you during the day. He also said that Mr. Feng was seriously ill and would not allow us to come and 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. He can now get out of bed and move around." The man said, then turned his eyes to the bed and said in a sad tone: "My wife's condition is very bad now. "

Before he finished speaking, Linghu Yong heard the sound of walking behind him. There were many people coming, probably 5, 6, or even more. "Yong'er, who are you talking to?"

An old man carrying a cane and being supported by someone walked out of the dark corridor.

The old man is dressed in brocade clothes, which look very expensive, but no matter how luxurious the clothes are, they can't hide the old man's haggard face. He seems to have not rested for a long time. His face is pale, his eyes are sunken, and his movements are inexplicable. feeling of 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 said 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 speaking, Linghu Yong turned around and looked at the bed. From his angle, he could only see a protrusion from the quilt on the bed, which was vaguely a human figure. However, after he came in, he did not hear a single sound from the person on the bed.

Asleep?

Or 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 giving medicine

"Yong'er, what are you thinking about?"

An old and stiff voice came. Linghu Yong looked dazed for a moment and replied subconsciously: "It's nothing, father. I was thinking that it's time for Ruoxi to change her dressing. I'm going to inform the nurse."

The next second, he stopped suddenly, and then as if he suddenly realized something, he stared at Mr. Feng with wide eyes and a horrified face. The other man's lips wriggled from time to time, but the sounds he made were completely consistent with his lip movements. Not right!

At this time, Mr. Feng was like a strange puppet on strings, looking at him with a pair of old eyes, hollow in his eyes.

Linghu Yong suddenly noticed that there was no reflection of himself in Master Feng's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, 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 being here."

As soon as 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!

Afterwards, he suddenly realized why he could see Master Feng and everyone else's faces clearly, but he couldn't see the face of the man in the room.

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 there was 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!

After almost exhausting all his courage, Linghu Yong turned his stiff neck and looked at the man behind him.

As his sight extended, the mist on the man's face dissipated like ice and snow encountering boiling water, and then a face exactly like his emerged.

Slowly, the layout of the room changed. The originally luxurious and huge room became ordinary and much smaller.

A beige bottle stand stood beside the bed, and the bed became an ordinary iron bed, light blue, the most common type in the hospital, with a loose white quilt on it.

There was also a pair of women's slippers thrown beside the bed.

"Linghu Yong" seemed to have noticed nothing and was still repeating his own things. He slowly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed. At this moment, he could clearly see the woman's haggard face.

Under the face, even the neck was wrapped in thick gauze, and there was a faint turbid light yellow pus oozing out.

The dusty memory was awakened, and Linghu Yong trembled all over, as if he had returned to that rainy night many years ago, the seemingly ordinary car accident scene.

Their car crashed into a crooked tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, Linghu Yong, who was driving, only suffered minor injuries, but his wife was not as lucky as him. The collision point happened to be on the passenger seat, and the huge inertia almost broke her cervical vertebrae.