At the foot of the mountain, Qin Yang took the bus to Ningzhou City's Guanghua Hospital.
He found his attending doctor, the director of the neurosurgery department, Geng Zhixian, and said that he wanted to have a follow-up.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the results of the examination came out. Geng Zhixian sat in front of the computer and looked at Qin Yang's brain MRI scan. He was stunned and speechless.
"No, that's impossible!"
"Chief Physician Geng, what are the results of the examination?”
Qin Yang saw Geng Zhixian's dull expression and could not help but urge him.
Geng Zhixian took a deep breath and said,""The tumor in your brain has obviously shrunk compared to last time.”
Qin Yang's face lit up and he asked,"Does this mean that my symptoms have been alleviated?"?Or even recovering?"
" From the results of the examination, that's indeed the case, but…"
Geng Zhixian was still in disbelief. This had broken his lifelong academic knowledge. He shook his head repeatedly." But you have terminal brain cancer. How can you show signs of recovery? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense at all."
"Then how long can I live now?”Qin Yang asked again.
In the face of the results that subverted his knowledge, Geng Zhixian did not dare to make a conclusion easily. However, he was very curious about the reduction of Qin Yang's symptoms and wanted to find the secret of the possible recovery of cancer.
He stared at Qin Yang with a burning gaze." From the results, you can live for more than a year. I hope you can be hospitalized immediately and cooperate with us for observation. Accept our research and come to a more accurate conclusion."”
" I don't want to be a guinea pig." Qin Yang stood up and bid farewell to Geng Zhixian. He said in high spirits,"
"There's no need. Compared to waiting for death in the hospital, I'd rather spend my last days in peace.”
No matter what Geng Zhixian thought, Qin Yang was certain.
The first ability of the system was real, and so was the second ability. His symptoms were really reducing.
Under Geng Zhixian's reluctant and regretful gaze, Qin Yang walked out of the hospital in high spirits.
……
West of Ningzhou, Qingliang Town.
Wang Xiaomeng's family lived in this small town.
There was a mountain next to the town called Qingliang Mountain.
There was a temple on the mountain, and its name was also Qingliang Temple.
After lunch, Wang Xiaomeng and his mother, Hu Fang, brought the tributes to Qingliang Temple.
There were many gods and Buddhas in Qingliang Temple, including the Jade Emperor and Buddha.
Hu Fang brought Wang Xiaomeng along to pay their respects and finally arrived at the King of Hell's Palace.
In the King of Hell's Palace, Hu Fang was kneeling on a praying mat with a miserable and hideous expression.
He kept putting his hands together and kowtowed.
He gritted his teeth and cursed,
"King of Hell, today is your birthday. Believer Hu Fang has brought you a tribute.”
"My Xiao Mang died so tragically, it's all because of that Lin Yiqun. Please do justice for my Xiao Mang.”
"Let Lin Yi die a horrible death, without a complete corpse. After he dies, he'll be struck by lightning, thrown into a pot of oil, and never be able to reincarnate.”
As he spoke, he kept kowtowing to the statue on the cement floor.
He kowtowed like pounding garlic, making a loud thud with every kowtow.
Hu Fang's eyes were red, and her gaze was fierce. There was blood on her forehead, and her face was scary. She was in pain but did not know it.
Wang Xiaomeng stood at the side, speechless.
However, he clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clenched tightly, and his nails almost pierced through his palm.
Ever since his sister died, his mother had been filled with rage and injustice. She had mental problems and prayed to the gods every day, hoping that the gods would punish Lin Yiqun.
However, what was the use of praying to the gods and Buddhas when the laws of the human world could not control it?
He looked at the King of Hell's fierce and terrifying appearance and remembered the post from yesterday.
The Grim Reaper?
Haha.
Believing in the King of Hell was as laughable as believing in a prankster who claimed to be the Grim Reaper.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man came into the hall. It was Wang Xiaomeng's father, Wang Youfu.
When Wang Youfu saw Hu Fang's appearance, he revealed a pained expression and said resentfully,
"Why are you kowtowing to the King of Hell again? Is kowtowing useful? The King of Hell had no eyes at all. He couldn't take the lives of bad people.”
Then, he went forward and knocked the tribute to the ground.
"What are you doing? You're going to anger the King of Hell!"
Hu Fang wailed in pain. She hurriedly lay on the ground to pick up the offerings, trying to put them on the offering table again.
"Immortals are useless. Even if you kowtow and cry every day, that Lin guy won't be able to escape." Wang Youfu said indignantly.”
"Then what should I do? Who can avenge Xiao Mang?”
She knelt on the ground weakly and wailed. She shouted herself hoarse and tears flowed down her face.
Faced with his wife's question, Wang Youfu's face was ashen. He was dumbstruck and did not know what to do.
"Dad, Mom, don't worry. Even if I have to risk my life, I will get justice for my sister." Wang Xiaomeng suddenly said fiercely.”
The veins on his fists were bulging, and blood was seeping out of his palms.
His daughter was dead, his wife was crazy, and his only son was desperate to find the murderer. A once-happy family had been shattered. Wang Youfu felt that his sky had completely collapsed. His head was spinning, and he could not stand steadily.
Wang Xiaomeng immediately helped his father sit on the ground.
"You're my only son left. If anything happens to you, what will happen to your mother and I?”Wang Youfu also burst into tears.
His parents were crying, and Wang Xiaomeng couldn't stop crying.
He squatted on the ground and hugged his parents. The family of three cried together.
Despair and helplessness.
At this moment, Wang Xiaomeng's phone rang, breaking the painful atmosphere.
The ringtone rang for a long time before Wang Xiaomeng picked up. Fang Liang's excited voice came from the phone.
"Little Meng, Lin Yiqun is dead."
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