MTL - Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead-Chapter 141 Hello Director (15)

In a short time, Chen sat in the coffee shop next to the supermarket, opposite the suspected AIDS patient.

During the day, there are quite a few people in the cafe. I don’t know what happened.

Chen is relieved a lot. He remembers that this person’s surname is single, and Shan Liang is a good homonym.

Very interesting name.

Shan Liang sipped coffee, his face was too white, and the facial features were very good. "Doctor, didn't bother you?"

Chen Youxin said, I dare say something, I don't dare, you didn't find me very embarrassed?

He showed a gentle and harmless smile, "No."

Shan Liang put the cup down. "Doctor, can you delay your time?"

Chen Youzhen, a young man, has to tell a story? You said, why are you telling me once or twice? Do you have the words "intimate big brother" on my face?

He sighed in his heart. "What are you talking about?"

It was not long before the sun was just rising. The pedestrians and vehicles on the streets were constantly staggered.

Shan Liang hangs his eyelids. He wears a high-necked brown sweater. His face is white, his lips are white, his hands are white, and only the exposed parts show a feeling of close transparency.

Chen quietly waited, not urging.

For a long time, Shan Liang said, "I have a younger brother, a younger sister. I started from elementary school. I took the first grade every time I took the exam. My family’s wall was labeled with my certificate. My younger brother and sister took me as an example. The whole family used me. Be proud."

"After going to high school, I started to participate in big and small competitions, working hard for the class, my dream is to be a teacher."

Speaking of this, Shan Liang grinned, smiled, very simple, and a little embarrassed.

Chen was stunned and suddenly wanted to listen. The other party stopped in high school, as if his life had stopped in that year.

He didn't catch his curiosity and ran out. "And then?"

The smile on Shan Liang’s face was gone, but he didn’t say it, but asked, “Doctor, do you believe in life?”

Chen is silent again.

He thought for a moment, "How do you say this, believe this thing, you believe it or not, it is all there."

Shan Liang muttered to himself, "Yes, it’s here."

Chen is inexplicably cold, not cold in winter, life is impermanent, life is helpless and desolate.

Shan Liang sighed. "Doctor, I finally got my wish, but I am not happy."

Hemo || With his pale fingers, he looked confused. "I don't know what else I have to pursue."

Chen felt that he was a lost lamb in front of him. If he couldn’t figure out the direction, he would not want to run. He was waiting to die in the same place.

It is not certain whether the other party has AIDS or not. It is not related to Jiang Meiren.

This kind of thing, if judged by hypotheses and conjectures, is somewhat immoral.

"Do you know that people from a country don't wear clothes all year round? You know that there is a fruit in the world that is white, and the juice that flows out is black. Do you know that there is a tree that will shed tears..."

Chen said a lot more, he finished the rest of the coffee. "The world is big, far beyond your imagination, work is tired, life is boring, please take a vacation to see and walk, you will find A lot of fun."

Shan Liang stared at Chen and wrapped his hands around the wound. He smiled and smiled. "Doctor, you know so much."

I am embarrassed, Chen sighs. "This world is also very exciting, more exciting than you think."

"Life is alive, unsatisfactory ten||八|| Nine, I can't help you say it is not, for example, I will think when I am unlucky, God is not good to me, I want to make me sad, I want to see My joke, I am not, I want to be good to myself, I want to be happy, I am mad at it."

Shan Liang stunned, and he laughed again. Unlike before, "Doctor, your friend must be very happy."

Chen did not know what to say.

A person's attitude towards life, he can't interfere with others, and others can't change him.

Shan Liang hangs his eyes. "If I can get to know the doctor earlier, I will be fine."

I just came, not long, Chen asked. "Do you want coffee? If you want, I will give you another cup."

"No,".

Shan Liang stood up, "Doctor, I wish you all the best."

He didn't shake hands with Chen, he turned and walked away, his body was thin and abnormal.

Chen reluctantly sighed and chased out when he thought of it. Street pedestrians came and went, and no one was seen.

"It’s a weird..."

Chen Youzhen, he ran back to the cafe and took his shopping bag away.

I want to make things happen, this blessing is good.

Chen is a little bit sorry, he should also send a blessing, but unfortunately he was slow to respond.

The man’s morbid state was swirling in Chen’s mind. He took a cold air wrapped in the exhaust of the car on the street. “Thank you for being healthy and happy.”

The cell phone in the pocket rang, it was an alarm clock, reminding Chen to go to the hospital. He forgot to be big and bigger, not remembering.

When he arrived at the hospital, Chen went to the next door. Dr. Zhou was talking to a nurse. When he saw him, he let the nurse go.

Chen also noticed that the nurse’s eyes were red. He asked Dr. Zhou, “What’s wrong?”

Dr. Zhou asked him to close the door. "The window period is so long, and people have poor psychological capacity."

Chen snorted again. "There are a few ways to spread, how can you be so scared?"

Dr. Zhou said, "What if your life is not good?"

Chen Zai, "..."

Dr. Zhou said, "A few years ago, a two-year-old girl was infected with hepatitis B and was infected with hepatitis B."

Chen’s eyes are pumping, blood transfusions are risky, there are risks when going out, and there are risks in eating. How can the days go or not?

"You told me to kill, I have a patient with me, I don't understand."

"I don't know what it is." Dr. Zhou asked, "How is your doctor's test result?"

Chen added, "I am sure there is no problem."

Dr. Zhou smiled and said that his mentality is good, it is really good.

When he saw Chen going to leave, he quickly said, "Don't go, don't be busy now, let's talk again."

Chen thought again and went back to himself. He was just in a daze. He simply sat on the chair and pulled up with Director Zhou Laxi.

Near noon, after the script was finished, he took a call and went out.

After a while, in a park

There is no one to move around at this point. If it is a few hours earlier, there will be a wave of old grandmothers doing morning exercises, as well as young people running in the morning and taking a walk.

Jiang Meiren wore a wool hat and a few round black scarves around her neck, a scary face.

With a bang, she lit a cigarette, took a sip on the void, and slowly spit out a white mist.

The smoke gradually lingered, covering the vision and expression of Jiang Meiren.

In the midst of it, everything is fixed.

Just last night, she made up her mind to leave the city and go to a place where no one knew, the place where the madman could not find it. She thought about it and would actively cooperate with the treatment and try to live longer.

However, when she checked the mail, she found an email that was about half a month old.

An unintentional move, dragging her into the darkness, could not climb this time.

The content of the email was a late apology and greetings, asking her if it was good.

She is not good, she is terrible.

Jiang Meiren glared at the computer screen and slammed the computer to the ground in the next moment.

Many years ago, Jiang Meiren climbed with a few friends and met another group on the way. Everyone talked very much and went on the road together.

At the top of the mountain, Jiang Meiren had a relationship with a British man. There was no measure. At that time, she was young, and she just fascinated herself. She spent a few days and nights on the mountain.

When they went down the mountain, they were intimidated by the locals, asked to buy something, and they had to surrender their valuables.

Finally, there is a conflict and fighting.

It was a happy start, a trip to the end of fright, and the last trip of Jiang Meiren.

Someone was injured at the time, some people were bleeding, and Jiang Meiren was no exception. She was pulled by the British man to run down the mountain, and there was blood on each other.

They succeeded in getting out of danger, madness pro||kiss, embrace|| hug,|do|||love, more intense than every time.

Recalling this, Jiang Meiren's fingertips began to tremble, she lowered her head and her body was shaking slightly.

God gave her a joke.

The Englishman was later found to have AIDS. He was weak and escaping. He had never contacted her. She only got her contact information from her former colleagues before she died, and wrote an email to her.

Repent of her, want to get her forgiveness, so that I can enter heaven.

A month later, Jiang Meiren was dragged by her colleagues to donate blood.

She did not dare to think about which patient's blood was being imported into her body.

I don't even dare to think about whether the blood used by Shan Liang in that year might be hers.

The other party may have already found it?

Retribution is a retribution.

Last night, Jiang Meiren soaked herself in a bathtub filled with cold water. The bitter cold made me think of a lot of things.

One year, she finished her surgery and went back to her place. It was already early in the morning, and there was no one on the street.

She met a few drunkards and was almost qj. There was a boy who came out and prevented things from happening.

Jiang Meiren is very scared, she ran, went home to take a bath and sleep, did not report | | police, no matter the life and death of the teenager.

It wasn't until last night that she put the pictures together and the boy was single.

At that time, she always felt that someone was tracking herself, and she was also single.

I wanted to kill her, but I didn’t do it, and put her life in my hand.

The thought suddenly came back, like a sudden brake, stimulating the nerve endings of Jiang Meiren. She annihilated the smoke and lit another one.

This time she talked about the purpose of today, and it is also a difficult word.

"Sorry, I am sorry."

The long legs next to the stack of books overlap, no words.

Jiang Meiren smoked a cigarette, her throat blocked, her nose blocked, and she choked. "I am really sorry..."

On that day, her arm was injured, and the script was given to her by hand. At that time, the palm of the book had a small mouth.

Earlier, a heart attacker died on the operating table, family members came to trouble, and a group of people came up to fight.

The operation is not the chief surgeon, but a doctor under him, but he must stand up and solve it out of his profession.

At that time, his back was marked with a wound, and she was dealt with by the same injured.

At that time, who will pay attention to whether there is a disease in the blood | | poison, will not be infected.

Why is this happening? From last night to the present, Jiang Meiren asked himself many times and asked God.

She is wrong, it has nothing to do with others.

"Sorry."

Jiang Meiren came back and forth repeatedly. She didn't know her own situation. If this person was infected, she would have missed the opportunity to block the needle.

She can only pray to God now, not to harm irrelevant people.

She didn't do that in the past, she regretted it, otherwise she wouldn't have anything to do with Shan Liang.

Jiang Meiren cried and said, "Hey, you have to go to the CDC for a check in a few weeks.

She paused, "Take Chen again."

The script finally opened, "Everyone has his own life."

Jiang Meiren turned her head in disbelief. Her face was still full of tears, and the smoke dissipated, revealing her painful expression. At this time, there was a lot of horror.

The book is indifferent.

Jiang Meiren stayed for a while, and her mouth was bitter. This person did not even give her hate.

"This, can you let me hand over to Chen?"

The book looked at the paper bag that was handed over, and the hand was not taken out in the pocket. "What?"

Jiang Meiren said, "It’s all my property, and there is a letter." I didn’t say who the letter was for.

The brow of the script was moved and picked up.

Jiang Meiren ignited half of the smoke in his fingers. The whole person seemed to be a lot easier. She took the bag and stepped out of the park on stilettos.

Two days later, a news appeared online.

Chen was in the toilet and brushed the newspaper, brushing was boring, turned the entertainment over and over, and kept updating. It was really nothing to watch and went to see the city report. The result was cold and he was caught off guard. After a few seconds, I was screaming and shouting. "Oh, you are coming over-"

The book in the living room puts the mop down to the bathroom door. "Is it in the toilet?"

Chen is in a hurry. "No, you come in, I will give you..."

The script was interrupted. "I don't want to enter, I am stinky."

Chen Zai, "..."

Lying in the trough, I don’t want to let Laozi finish, he hurriedly wiped his fart|| Stocks went out, "There was an accident."

The book leans against the door, moves the nose, turns and walks away.

The clothes on the back were caught. He didn't look back. "Go on the balcony and smell it. When is it not stinking, let's talk."

"I told you that something went wrong!"

Chen went around and wrote it before he wrote it. He showed him the phone.

The gaze of the book smudged across the screen, with a news on it and two photos.

His face is blank and seems to be expected.

The two photos on the screen are photo IDs, the girls are young and beautiful, and one is covered with a white cloth, revealing a face of the body | | body.

The face is the same as the certificate, but it is no longer alive, only dead.

Jiang Meiren died and committed suicide.

She used the easiest way to get rid of it, and after all, she still didn't have the courage to face herself.