After exchanging a few words, Teacher Luo left.

It is completely different from other public hospitals.

Tianyang private high-end hospital has a quiet environment and quiet air. Many medical professors gather in this single hospital.

Su Xuan changed into a white coat and looked at the posters on the wall in the corridor for a brief understanding.

The backgrounds of these experts and professors are all from Huaqing University and Peking University. They have a shining aura and are full of honors.

If you take it out alone, you will stand alone.

"Sure enough, you get what you pay for. Tianyang Hospital is famous in Yuncheng and even the entire Yannan Province for its high medical expenses. The expenses easily accumulate to tens of thousands every day, which makes countless ordinary people daunted."

"But the rewards are equally huge."

Miracles are born here.

Even Tianyang Hospital is helpless with the patients. Except overseas, no one in China can save them.

The patient under Xu Ling's care was just relying on the sky-high daily prices to survive in the hospital bed.

Su Xuan came to the ward.

Sofa, air conditioner, TV, everything is available.

Seven separate nurses provide round-the-clock care, and there are even independent nutritionists and chefs who carefully prepare three meals a day.

The major experts and professors on the hospital posters frequently come and go.

Su Xuan saw that although these people did not speak, they all looked at the old man on the bed and shook their heads.

The old man has gray hair and a thin face. He relies on top-notch equipment, physiological saline, and various nutrient solutions to maintain his life.

Even the beating of the heart and pulse are very weak.

Two feet have already stepped into the gate of hell. Once the breath is released, there is no way to turn back.

A beautiful woman with Dior earrings hanging from her earlobes, bright eyes, bright wrists, pretty face, dressed like an urban beauty, was wiping the old man's body and weeping silently.

Seven nurses lined up in a row, standing stiffly behind the woman.

"Miss Song, let us do it."

The head nurse spoke softly.

Others had a hint of sadness on their faces.

Ms. Song has stayed in this hospital for two years and will come on time to accompany the old man every day, rain or shine.

"Grandpa, the Song family can no longer hold on."

"You just fell. The Song family's huge foundation has been shattered by a few uncles. What's even more outrageous is that they are already drawing up an inheritance, and they are waiting for you to die and set up their own families."

The woman wiped away her tears.

She began to massage the old man's body. This rich lady, who had no fingers in the spring water, specially learned the massage techniques for the old man.

Su Xuan looked at it and shook his head slightly.

Be it an old man or a woman, they are strangers to me.

Su Xuan was just on duty for Xu Ling today, so that the drunk little girl could have a good night's sleep.

"Where's Xu Ling?"

Miss Song noticed Su Xuan, looked at him casually, and then looked away.

Su Xuan sighed:

"She is heartbroken, I will be on duty for her tonight."

Miss Song nodded silently. In the past two years, Xu Ling's meticulous care had won the woman's favor.

The two of them seemed to have become good friends in private.

"It's okay, because of my grandfather, Xu Ling has not scheduled a break for two years. I gave her money several times in private, but she refused."

"As she said, when the old man passes away one day, even she will feel empty in her heart."

Miss Song's beautiful eyes turned red.

There was a trace of fatigue between his brows.

Su Xuan asked curiously: "I'm afraid it will be a desperate expense to live here for several years, right?"

Miss Song whispered: "As you can see, the things the old man needs every day add up to more than 100,000 yuan. Not counting the separate labor, nursing, and equipment costs, the total is around 300,000 yuan per day."

"In two years, the number charged into this hospital is probably less than 300 million."

Su Xuan took a breath of air.

You really rely on money to survive.

The smell in the air is the scent of money!

"Three hundred million!"

Su Xuan's eyes were filled with shock.

A moment of silence.

Su Xuan suddenly said: "Miss Song, your massage will only speed up the old man's death."

"The function of massage is nothing more than to dredge the muscles and meridians. If it is more advanced, it can set the bones and strengthen the muscles. In the end, they are all of the same nature."

"The fast-flowing blood will bring some deadly things in the old man's body to every part of his body. It seems that you are easing the old man's pain, but in fact it is actually deepening his torture."

"If he could speak, he would scold you."

‘Ah!’ Miss Song exclaimed.

A pair of phoenix eyes looked closely at Su Xuan.

"You...how do you know this?"

Miss Song looked on in surprise.

Su Xuan said nothing, and moved the mysterious pattern on his chest, then opened his eyes and looked again.

In the empty ward, Su Xuan's eyes showed a rich purple aura, filling the whole room like mist.

Although these purple gases are not very lethal.

However, after being exposed to it for a long time, once it invades the blood, it will follow the tarsal bone like a shadow and cannot be dissipated at all.

Su Xuan said: "The only thing you did right was to open the windows every day for ventilation. Otherwise, you would have been lying on the hospital bed like the old man."

Miss Song's tone gradually became excited.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he firmly grasped Su Xuan's hand: "Brother, do you also know medical skills?"

Su Xuan nodded: "I know a little bit about it, and I can see the cause of the old man's illness."

Su Xuan was not prepared to intervene.

But now he changed his mind because he saw that the old man's condition was a little dramatic.

The head nurse frowned and said, "How can you prove it? You have such a long mouth. How many experts and professors have held hundreds of meetings, flown to so many countries, and consulted so much information."

"In the end, we didn't even find out the old man's condition. You can tell it just by looking at it?"

Miss Song froze on the spot.

Su Xuan smiled and said: "Since you were assigned to this ward, you have gradually felt chest cramps and been awakened by suffocation in the middle of the night. The Buddhist beads on your wrist are called Liufu Ankang, and they are evil-fighting tools obtained from the temple."

"You thought it was an intrusion from evil spirits, so you went to invite the magic weapon. Little did you know, you started in the wrong direction."

When the old man of the Jiang family was in poor health, Su Xuan followed Jiang Feiran to the temple to beg for the same magic weapon.

To put it bluntly, I just want to comfort myself.

In the eyes of the head nurse, Su Xuan continued to speak: "Especially during this period, your spine pain is like needles piercing your back. You must have checked it, but after a comprehensive examination, there is nothing wrong."

Su Xuan looked at Miss Song and the other nurses again: "You are all the same, but Miss Song's condition is the most serious. Just looking at your faces, I can tell that you have been serving the old man in this ward for a long time."

"The reason why Xu Ling's condition is not serious is because she doesn't have much contact with the old man except for examinations and visits."

There was dead silence in the ward.

When Su Xuan raised his head, Miss Song, the head nurse, and everyone were stunned.

then.

A shocked sound came from the ward.
Chapter completed!