"Yaoyao, do a checkup. Does your throat still hurt?”
"Yaoyao, do you want some fruit? I'll peel an apple for you."
The voices of a man and a woman came from Room 510.
Through the half-closed door, Ping Wang saw Zhang Yao lying on the bed.
A middle-aged man and woman stood in front of the bed.
The man had a slight stubble, short hair, and wore a high-end suit. Compared to the driver, Old Chen, this middle-aged man was really handsome. He was a handsome middle-aged uncle, the kind that was very manly.
Looking at the woman, she looked 70 - 80% similar to Zhang Yao.
The two of them were the middle-aged man and woman who went to the jewelry store with Zhang Yao that day. They were Zhang Yao's parents, Zhang Zheng and Liu Mei.
Ping Wang pretended to lean against the wall of the corridor and look at his phone, listening to the conversation in Room 510.
From the content of the chat, Wang Ping obtained a lot of information.
Zhang Yao's parents were in business. They were not the top or second in Peng City, but they were still the kind of big shots with status and status.
In terms of business, Zhang Zheng and his wife rarely cared about Zhang Yao.
They didn't care much about Zhang Yao, but it didn't mean that they didn't love her. On the contrary, they loved her dearly.
Zhang Yao raised him like a princess, holding him in her palm and afraid to fall off, holding him in her mouth and afraid to melt.
Zhang Yao wanted to write a novel, but they said they didn't agree, but in reality, they still let her write it.
Because of this, Zhang Yao's death made the two of them blame themselves. They blamed themselves for spending more time with Zhang Yao. If it wasn't for their negligence, Zhang Yao wouldn't have died.
Ever since Zhang Yao's death, the two of them had been living in self-blame.
On the night of Zhang Yao's funeral, before she was sent to the crematorium, Zhang Yao suddenly opened her eyes. She was alive!
At that time, the crematorium staff and Zhang Yao's relatives were all screaming in fear. They thought that the corpse had come back to life and were afraid to get close to Zhang Yao.
Only Zhang Zheng and his wife were shocked and rushed up to hug Zhang Yao and cry.
After a series of tests, Zhang Yao's data was normal. The doctor called this a scientific miracle.
Otherwise, the news of Zhang Yao's resurrection would have spread all over Peng City.
Zhang Yao had died and revived, and Zhang Zheng and his wife had recovered what they had lost. They treated Zhang Yao even better, taking her to live with them and spending more time with Zhang Zheng and his wife.
This morning, Zhang Zheng and his wife woke Zhang Yao up for breakfast as usual and wanted to take her out to play.
Who knew that Zhang Yao would suddenly cough up blood while eating.
Zhang Zheng and his wife were immediately frightened. No matter how much Zhang Yao refused, they dragged her to the hospital for a checkup.
No one knew better than Zhang Zheng and his wife the feeling of losing a loved one and regaining their daughter.
They didn't want to lose Zhang Yao.
Seeing that the time was right, Ping Wang prepared to enter room 510.
A middle-aged man in a white coat rushed into Room 510.
"Uncle Ho, are the results out? How is my daughter?" Zhang Zheng seemed to be very familiar with the middle-aged man in the white coat.
" Old Zhang, you don't have to be so nervous. The test results are out. Your daughter is fine. However, for safety reasons, it's best to stay in the hospital for observation. After all..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Zheng and his wife understood what Uncle Ho was going to say.
Uncle Ho was the doctor who examined Zhang Yao after she was resurrected. He was also the deputy director of Pengcheng First People's Hospital.
"Then let's stay in the hospital for observation. Old He, you don't look too good. Could it be the recent hospital incident? I heard about it.”
Hearing that his daughter was fine, Zhang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief and was in the mood to tease Uncle Ho.
"Don't mention it, another one died. Damn it, if this continues, I'm going to be driven crazy. The director will also be forced to resign.”
Uncle Ho had a good relationship with Zhang Zheng. He didn't hide anything and spoke bluntly.
"What is it? Another one died?"
Zhang Zheng's expression changed.
Uncle Ho nodded heavily, his face filled with exhaustion and haggardness.
Four people died in a week. The hospital was under a lot of pressure. The family members were making a fuss, the media was hyping it up, and the citizens were spreading rumors. As the deputy director, he was almost driven crazy.
He even began to suspect that there were conspiracy theories and that someone was going against him.
This was because he was the most powerful candidate for the next dean.
He had once suspected that the other vice director had a grudge against him and was deliberately messing with him. This was quite possible.
This suspicion was only dispelled this morning…
"Who died this time? Another young patient?" Zhang Zheng asked.
Uncle Ho scratched his head and shook his head in frustration.
"No, it's the vice director, Old Zhou, who died. Old Zhou, who was on duty this morning, was found dead in the office. The cause of death was diagnosed as sudden death. Now, the hospital is in a panic.”
The hospital was already under a lot of pressure when people died continuously.
Now, even the hospital staff had resigned. Under the pressure from both inside and outside, it could drive people crazy.
"Old Zhang, you know a lot of people. Quickly introduce some people to me. If the security in the hospital is reduced, who knows if people will die? I really can't help but wonder if there's something dirty here.”
Uncle Ho sighed, his entire body becoming more and more haggard and tired.
Creak! The ward door opened.
"Who is it?"
Zhang Zheng turned around and looked at the door.
Wang Ping held a flower in his hand and rushed forward to hug Zhang Yao.
"Zhang Yao, you scared me to death. It's great that you're fine. Do you know how scared I was when I heard you vomit blood when I came back from America?”
Zhang Zheng was stunned, Liu Mei was stunned, and Zhang Yao was even more stunned. She didn't react even though Ping Wang was hugging her.
At this moment, Zhang Yao, who was lying on the hospital bed, was hugged tightly by Ping Wang.
Although Zhang Yao was not as wild as Chu Lili, she still had a C.
At this moment, Zhang Yao's mountain was pressed tightly against Wang Ping's fierce body, so tightly that it was deformed.
Just as Zhang Yao was about to say something, she heard a faint sound that only Zhang Yao could hear.
"So soft. Can a dead person be so soft?”
Zhang Yao's face changed slightly, and her pupils shrank.
She saw that the moment Wang Ping released his embrace, Wang Ping, who had his back to everyone and only faced her, had an undetectable white light in his deep eyes.
The white light suddenly changed and turned into a roaring peerless divine beast, Bai Ze.
Monstrous righteousness burst forth from his eyes.
Zhang Yao's body trembled.
When Zhang Zheng and the others were stunned, Ping Wang had already released his hug and smiled at them.
"Hello, Uncle and Auntie. My name is Ping Wang. I'm Zhang Yao's university classmate who was ruthlessly rejected by her but did not give up on pursuing her. I just returned from America. These are flowers for Zhang Yao. It's a small token of my appreciation."
Wang Ping handed over a very ordinary flower.
Uncle Ho stared at the flower for a long time with a strange expression.
Why did these words sound like the flowers that were newly planted in the hospital's garden this morning? Also, no matter how you looked at it, these flowers looked like they had just been plucked. The gaps in the roots of the flowers looked like they had been pulled down…
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