"Others seek kindness and benevolence, but you seek sickness and be sickness. Mr. Yi, you are indeed the most despicable patient I have ever received since I was a doctor, no doubt about it!"

Song Che's heartfelt admiration is beyond words, without any falsehood.

Yi Dongsheng was completely stunned, stunned for a while, and trembling in a trembling voice, "You...what are you talking about..."

Song Che stopped speaking and threw the freshly released case report on his quilt.

Yi Dongsheng hurriedly grabbed the report and read it. When he saw a few shocking words, he was filled with panic and panic!

"If you don't understand what this disease means very much, then I can advise you, while there is still time, think about what unfulfilled ambitions you have in your life, and how much you can do."

Song Che said slowly: "Of course, whatever you can do must be under the dual supervision of law and medicine. Anyway, if I were you, it would be time to make a will in advance."

Then, under Yi Dongsheng's distraught gaze, Song Che seemed to be suddenly explained to the young nurse: "By the way, since you will have to be hospitalized for a long time, Mr. Yi, you will notify your family and ask them to renew them in time. You can save more, and maybe you can upgrade to the gold medal VIP and enjoy the treatment of the Supreme Level of the First Medical Attachment. This is not something that ordinary people have the opportunity to enjoy."

"What are you talking nonsense? On this... the report list clearly says it is a rheumatism and heart disease, but not a terminal illness!" Yi Dongsheng shouted.

"Do you want me to explain it more clearly?"

Song Che pondered: "Let me give you an example. The court sentenced the prisoner to serve as many years as possible. Even if it was the death penalty, there was a clear execution time, so that the prisoner could know it."

"And your illness is almost the same as the life imprisonment you are now... No, it may be even more cruel, because I don't know when I will be in a life sentence!"

"Can you let you stay in hospital and stay in bed for a long time and control your diet, but it will still harm you. That will be a life-long resumption of your life sentence as much as possible. Do you understand?"

“…”

Yi Dongsheng still doesn't understand it very much.

But he understood what.

It seems that I have the risk of burping at any time!

"Let me explain it more thoroughly." Yu Hongli knew that Song Che was deliberately trying to squeeze Yi Dongsheng. As a forensic detective, her moral awareness was much higher.

"You should understand rheumatism. Chronic diseases are difficult to cure. If the bones and joints have rheumatism, they will suffer from rainy and wet weather. Similarly, the heart is also likely to suffer from rheumatism, but you should understand that the heart is much more expensive than the bones and joints. At most, the pain in the bones and joints will make you worse than life and death. However, if you are not careful, it will be fatal!"

If you said this earlier, Yi Dongsheng should have understood it long ago.

But after understanding it, Yi Dongsheng didn't want to understand it anymore.

He was trapped in deep thoughts about the joys and sorrows of life...

After a while, Yi Dongsheng was shocked and suddenly shouted hysterically: "You guys are scaring me, right... Yes, you must be exaggerating. You doctors like to scare patients the most to make money for medical expenses. Now, in order to deal with the police, they deliberately arranged this strange disease to deal with me!"

"It's strange." Song Che smiled strangely: "Mr. Yi, you have always been eager to get seriously ill. Now you have got what you want, why are you still covering your ears and not convinced?"

“…”

Yi Dongsheng choked and said reluctantly: "Don't put a hat on me. I'm in poor health, but it's definitely not as serious as you said! Besides, labor and capital have money, and are you afraid that a rheumatism cannot be cured?!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll do whatever you want. Anyway, you'll stay here honestly."

Song Che turned his head and explained to the nurse a few more words, did a routine examination, and wrote a few words on the medical record book.

When he was about to go out, Song Che suddenly thought of something and asked Yi Dongsheng: "In prison, you have lost your freedom, but at least you are healthy, you can move around with limited capacity, perform well, and strive for a reduction in sentence. Now, you have to be hospitalized for a long time, trapped in this small room, suffering from escalating illnesses and unpredictable death threats every day, and are worried all your life... Mr. Yi, is this what you want to do?"

Yi Dongsheng stammered.

Song Che was not ready to hear the answer, so he pulled the door and left...

...

"Oh, I've said that Dr. Song, you are handsome and kind-hearted. At the critical moment, you are the most reliable."

Mrs. Yi twisted her waist and walked towards the ICU ward outside of her heart, complimenting to Song Che next to her: "Thanks to you this time, it's not your help. I don't know that this approval process will be delayed until the Year of the Monkey Horse Month. I really can't figure it out. As a family member, I just visited my seriously ill husband. Are you still afraid that a weak woman, I, would have robbed someone and escaped?"

Song Che glanced at the waist of the "weak woman" and smiled and said, "The police are also doing things according to regulations. I have not helped me. I just suggested that Mr. Yi's current situation is based on the minimum humanitarianism, and it is time for the family to care about it."

"Yes, our country's human rights still have a long way to go. I still miss my life in the United States. If my husband hadn't had this happened, we would have flew over and enjoyed a happy life." Mrs. Yi sighed: "Old Yi, he shouldn't have been, how could he commit a crime? What kind of evil did I suffer!"

"When something happened, I'd better think about it and make up for it. It's urgent. As a wife, you should encourage him to change his mind."

Song Che smiled and said, "I have made it clear about your husband's situation very clearly. Remember, at this time, what the patients need is spring-like warm care and must not be stimulated."

Mrs. Yi said righteously: "Don't worry, Doctor Song, even if Lao Yi wants to lie in bed for the rest of his life, I will take care of him as a cow or a horse!"

Song Che did not comment and handed over the handover of the person leading the ICU ward to Wang Biao.

"You still need to search?"

When Mrs. Yi saw Wang Biao's hand coming over, she glared and said, "Why, I still want to use public service to help my own private affairs and take advantage of me?"

Wang Biao glanced at the waist of the "my mother" and couldn't take it.

Helplessly, I had to find a nurse and check it symbolically.

"Open this and take a look."

Wang Biao pointed to the thermos pot that Mrs. Yi was carrying.

"This is the chicken soup porridge I made for my husband. Are you still worried that I will hide something in it?"

Mrs. Yi untied the lid and said unhappyly.

As a result, when Wang Biao looked at him, Mrs. Yi glared and said, "Do I want me to give you a few mouthfuls first?"

Wang Biao had no choice but to give up embarrassedly.

"He looks so fierce and evil, just like the tigress before, he is destined to be a bachelor!"

Mrs. Yi muttered, and walked into the ward proudly with chicken soup porridge.

“…”
Chapter completed!