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Regarding the relevant medical resources and information in Cheng Yingxue's field, Song Sanxi does have it.

It is not impossible for Cheng Yingxue to become a top scientist in the field of dermatology, or even a monumental figure in the history of human medicine.

He put his shoulder bag on his back and put Cheng Yingxue's cell phone in her handbag.

Carrying this angular handbag, I rushed to the community.

At the gate of the community, there are three-wheelers and battery cars parked.

It's really not enough to let the spacious Maybach drive in.

This handbag, black and white, is boring.

But it reveals the character of a woman, a woman who is passionate and dedicated to science, cold and deep.

Just like Cheng Yingxue's dress.

Inside the community, it's old.

There is no one to manage the facilities or anything like that.

The custom in Zhonghai is that cleaning can only be done after the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month.

As a result, the community was full of firecrackers and fireworks debris.

It looks very festive.

Actually, it's very complicated.

It's drizzling and it feels a bit dirty.

Add in bicycles, motorcycles, cars, etc., and it’s really too crowded.

Many people in the community came out and shouted and pointed.

"Oh! Our old man from Lilac Village, Chengtou, is dead."

"Yes, he has been suffering from this disease for several years."

"He said he had some food at noon, but who knew it was his last meal?"

"Hey, you know, his daughter doesn't have a partner yet"

"It's really unfilial! Why doesn't such a capable girl get married? Is there something wrong with her?"

"Lao Chengtou has been very angry these past few years. He smashed the girl's car at noon."

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Only then did Song Sanxi understand that the old man's last angry outburst before leaving made Cheng Yingxue even drive away.

This kind of information made Song Sanxi easily find the Cheng family.

At the crowded end of the community, against the wall, on the first floor.

Outside the door, a black pearlescent Wrangler was parked there.

The windshield and car windows were shattered.

The wiper blades were broken, folded, and hung on both sides of the front of the car.

The rearview mirror was pulled off, but the wires were still connected.

There are some footprints on the car door.

There are also traces of damage caused by being beaten with a cane.

On the ground in front of the car, there were newly set off small firecrackers, and the smell of gunpowder was still there.

Crying sounds could be heard from the open door on the left side of the first floor.

A woman was crying and cursing.

"Cheng Yingxue, are you still a human?"

"Is your patient your father? The patient is cured, but your father is dead."

"When he was alive, he wanted you to get married and have a family, and he wanted you to spend more time with him."

"Who are you accompanying? You keep walking and walking to see your patients!"

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Outside the door, many villagers gathered around.

They are all here, watching the excitement.

When Song Sanxi walked in, the scene in the hall was a bit intense.

Mr. Cheng passed away in the hall, on the sofa.

According to the rules, stay where you are and wait for someone to come and bury you.

Children and descendants fired cannons outside the door to report to the underworld, and knelt down inside the door to burn the paper on their heads.

Mr. Cheng's body was extremely skinny.

With esophageal cancer, you will eventually be unable to eat, starve to death, and become thin and shapeless.

There was a little grandson who was only a few years old. He threw himself on his body and cried, Grandpa, come back to life, come back to life!

Next to him, Cheng Yingxue's brother was kneeling and burning paper.

His face turned blue, his eyes were filled with tears, but he did not speak.
Chapter completed!