Qian Yizhen put down the tableware and looked at Pei Wenlun, and she wanted to know too.

Yu Lei said before that Shen Qing's body was falsely arrested, but Pei Wenlun asked Yao Liang to investigate, and Shen Qing's body was still in the morgue.

"The body should be cremated soon." Pei Wenlun thought for a few seconds before answering.

Shen Qing's body was identified by the vice president as an accident victim of the robbery, and he was in the morgue because he could not find out his identity. Although Yao Liang got the 'match list' of the DNA database, the deputy director banned Yao Liang from contacting the family on the list on the grounds that the source was unknown.

The director did not mention the handling of the corpse again, and the corpse remained in the morgue.

Now that the robbery is about to be closed, those unidentified bodies should be cremated and buried in the cemetery and erected an unknown brand.

Only when they really solve the case can the identities of those people be announced to the public. Until then, they can only watch but can do nothing.

Maybe the topic was heavy, and everyone on the dining table stopped.

Only the three-dimensional projector in the center of the dining table was still playing the news broadcast of Nanshan TV. Song Xingzhou waved his hand and turned off the three-dimensional projection and suddenly became quiet.

He turned to Pei Wenlun and said, "I want to donate tombstones to these people, what should I do?"

Pei Wenlun was stunned, and then he said, "I have to ask Yao Liang, I'll tell you later."

"Thank you." Song Xingzhou nodded and said.

Qian Yizhen glanced at Song Xingzhou, and she joked: "I didn't see that Young Master Song is so loving."

This guy has been getting closer to Manman recently, and she can see him every time she goes to Manman's ward.

However, Shen Manyin was less than 20 years old, and Song Xingzhou was nine years older than her, and she was a bit suspicious of an old cow eating tender grass.

"Yes, you just discovered it now." Song Xingzhou was not annoyed either. He smiled and blinked at Qian Yizhen.

Qian Yizhen rolled her eyes at him, and this guy is a typical example of giving some sunshine to shine.

Ming Yan said, "It's great not to be cheated."

"Ming Yu!" Song Xingzhou stared at Ming Yu and shouted fiercely.

Why doesn't this guy carry any pot?

Qian Yizhen looked at Ming Yi in confusion, her eyes full of curiosity.

What's wrong with falling to the ground? Song Xingzhou jumped when he heard it?

Be very curious.

Seeing that Ming Yan was about to speak, Song Xingzhou jumped up from the chair, pointed at Ming Yan and shouted: "If you dare to say it, I will break up with you!"

There was a threat in his tone, but unfortunately Ming Qi was too lazy to even look at him.

Suddenly, Song Xingzhou's smart bracelet began to vibrate. He looked down and his face changed. He hurried to the kitchen and closed the kitchen door.

Bang—

"What's wrong with him?" Qian Yizhen looked at the closed kitchen door in confusion, then turned around and asked Ming.

Song Xingzhou looked at her before leaving, and her eyes were a little strange.

Ming Yu glanced at the kitchen door and said to Qian Yizhen: "It may be a phone call from his home."

"Oh." Qian Yizhen didn't ask any more questions.

The Song family is a big family with hundreds of years of history and the relationships in the family are very complicated.

In the kitchen, Song Xingchu answered the phone with a serious expression wearing headphones.

"I've arrived in the capital. Two hours later, the plane arrived in Nanshan City. You can arrange someone to pick me up." Qian Yichen's voice came from his headphones.

Song Xingzhou pulled his collar and responded.

Why did this great devil come back to China? Isn’t Universe fighting the century war with TD? This guy ran over at this critical moment. Is it really okay?

Song Xingzhou suppressed the many questions in his heart, and he asked: "Do you want to tell Yizhen?"

This guy came to Nanshan City in person just for Qian Yizhen.

"No need for now." Qian Yichen paused, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here in Nanshan City."

Song Xingzhou held his cheeks and frowned and said, "Nanshan Airport was invested by Gu's family. It is impossible for them to know that you are here."

"It's okay, just let them know. I'll meet Gu Xiaoliang in person." Qian Yichen said lightly.

This guy is coming to Nanshan City to cause trouble, and this thought flashed through Song Xingzhou's mind.

Nanshan City is really getting more and more chaotic.

*

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the ICU visit time began.

Each patient can only enter one family member, and it only takes half an hour. Everyone has to wear protective clothing, head covers, masks, and gloves to enter the ICU.

"Little girl, do you have family in the ICU, too?" An old man with white hair looked at Qian Yizhen with kind face and asked.

The old man's face was covered with traces of water and moon. She was sitting on the bench and wearing shoe covers with some difficulty. Maybe it was because she was old, so bent down was a very difficult thing for her.

Qian Yizhen squatted down and helped the old man put the shoe cover outside her shoes. She raised her head and said, "No, my friend is inside."

The old lady thanked her and asked with concern: "Your friend should be very young, right? Why did you enter here?"

"Because of a car accident," Qian Yizhen stood up and said.

The old lady sighed softly, put on gloves, stood up, patted Qian Yizhen on the back and said, "Your friend will definitely get better. Unlike the old man in my family, he may not be able to go home."

Qian Yizhen was silent, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old lady wore a mask and smiled at Qian Yizhen with her eyes that looked at Fengshuang, saying, "We are all so old and have never experienced anything. You and your friends are still young, so he must have hope."

The old lady's feet were a little uneven, and she walked a little slope. Qian Yizhen stepped forward and held the old man's arm and asked, "Did you come alone?"

Although only one family member can be admitted at a time, if it is an elderly person with relatively high mobility difficulties, the hospital allows another young family member to accompany him.

"Yes, the children are not in Nanshan City." The old lady patted Qian Yizhen's hand, "They can't come back. My wife and I think it's normal for us to get sick at our age."

Qian Yizhen quickly put on her mask and helped the old lady into the ICU. Her husband's bed was next to Li Jingshan's bed, only separated by a curtain.

She helped the old man to sit next to her husband's bed, and then walked around the curtains to Li Jingshan's bed.

Li Jingshan was lying flat on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, and he was wearing an oxygen hood and his face was pale.

The doctor said that Li Jingshan's physical functions were gradually recovering, but it was not yet certain when he would wake up.

Listening to the old lady in the bed next door talking to her husband, Qian Yizhen couldn't help but speak: "Xiuxiu, we rescued Aunt Wang yesterday. She is in a safe place now."

The sound was very light, almost only she could hear it herself.

"I only tell the Master about your situation. He asked me to tell you to do a good job of recuperation. The medical expenses will be reimbursed for you."

Qian Yizhen held Li Jingshan's hand, but the other party did not respond at all.

"I didn't tell Yang Bin that if you don't wake up, I'll be able to hide it. That guy's sixth sense is better than anyone else. He came to ask me the night when he got a car accident. Why didn't you reply to him?"

Qian Yizhen said a lot intermittently, there were things that happened recently and things that happened before, and she would say whatever she thought of.

Li Jingshan was still lying on the hospital bed motionless, as if he was asleep.

It was not until the nurse came to call the visiting time that Qian Yizhen let go of his hand and stood up and left.

The old lady on the bed next door had already stood up and she slowly walked towards the ICU door.

Suddenly, the instrument beside the old man's bed began to call the alarm, and the beeping sound echoed throughout the ICU. The nurse and the doctor on duty flocked to the old man's bed.

The old lady stood there and looked at her husband's hospital bed. She wanted to go forward but didn't dare, and she was a little at a loss.

Qian Yizhen walked over to support the old lady's arm. She didn't ask anything, but stood with the old lady waiting for the doctors to end the rescue.

After about an hour, the old lady's legs were a little overwhelmed. If Qian Yizhen hadn't supported her, she might have fallen down.

Qian Yizhen helped the old lady to a chair in front of a hospital bed. The people on the hospital bed were awake. He lay on the bed and looked at the person opposite the rescued by doctors and nurses.

"I've been here, how can I still be alive?" the man said self-deprecatingly.

His voice was very light, as if he was talking to himself, but Qian Yizhen, whose ears were much better than ordinary people, still heard it.

Qian Yizhen glanced at the man on the hospital bed, with a pale face and bloodless, and many tubes were inserted into her body.

Another half an hour later, the doctor announced that the elderly’s rescue was ineffective.

With Qian Yizhen's support, the old lady walked to her husband's bedside. She didn't cry or shout, and quietly looked at the old man with his eyes closed.

The old lady reached out and held the old man's hand as thin as a dead branch. She smiled and said, "You still left earlier than me. Remember to wait for me at Naihe Bridge. Don't rush to reincarnate, I will catch up with you soon."

Qian Yizhen looked at the old lady in surprise. Seeing that the old lady looked calm, she turned around and left.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are something that everyone has to experience.

I felt a little depressed. After Qian Yizhen arrived at Mingyi's laboratory, she sat in front of the window and leaned against the window in a daze.

When Ming Yu finished the experiment in his hand, he found Qian Yizhen leaning against the window, motionless, like a statue.

He kept the sample, took off his gloves and walked to Qian Yizhen's face.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Li Jingshan?" Ming asked with concern.

Since Li Jingshan entered the ICU, Qian Yizhen would visit him every afternoon.
To be continued...