Her head hurt and her body felt so cold. Su Yuanqing heard someone crying before she even opened her eyes.
She was in a trance, not knowing what was going on. The last moment she and her husband got the divorce certificate from the Civil Affairs Bureau, she saw her son standing across the road looking at her with tears in her eyes.
Seeing her coming out, her son called her mother and desperately broke away from her aunt's hand and rushed over. When she saw the cars on the road, she was so frightened that she rushed over. As soon as she hugged her son, she felt a pain in her body and her whole body was knocked away.
Suddenly, his son also escaped from his hand in mid-air...
Is his son dead? But he is still alive?
When Su Yuanqing thought of this, he sat up suddenly and a piece of white cloth slipped down.
Su Yuanqing ignored the white cloth that slid down and looked around in surprise. She saw an oil lamp burning in the distance of the room, and there were two wooden beds nearby, with two people lying on them, both covered with white cloths.
What is going on? As a doctor, of course she knows what this means?
Is this a morgue?
But I have seen morgues in hospitals, and they don’t look like this at all!
Su Yuanqing struggled to get off the ground, only to feel her head hurt even more, and her head was feeling cold. She subconsciously reached out and touched it, and found a large wound on her head. Because of her exertion, the wound slowly oozed out.
Blood.
Could it be that she was injured in the car accident just now? They thought she was dead and didn't bandage her?
Su Yuanqing turned around, found a white cloth, tore it off and wrapped it around her wound. Then she remembered something, turned around and lifted up the white cloth next to her. With the dim light, she saw a young face, looking like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.
He looked childish, but his face was purple, and there were two bruised fingerprints on his neck, as if he had been strangled to death.
Who could strangle a child so cruelly?
Su Yuanqing frowned, helped him cover the white cloth, turned around and uncovered the second corpse. This time the person underneath was slightly older, in his twenties, with a knife on his head. His flesh and blood were bloody and miserable.
He was not his own son. Su Yuanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to cover him with the white cloth, he was suddenly stunned. Why did the man have long hair, and his clothes...
Su Yuanqing pulled down the white cloth and saw an ancient costume on the man.
What's going on? Did the man die from injuries during filming?
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the crying outside getting louder, and a woman cried sadly: "Ms. sir, why did you abandon us like this? How do you expect me and Bao'er to live?"
A voice advised: "Young mistress, please stop crying and take care of yourself! You are going to collapse from exhaustion. How do you want the young master to survive!"
Mr. Young Master? Su Yuanqing is confused. What kind of drama are you playing?
The crying outside became louder and louder. Su Yuanqing quietly walked over and saw several women in ancient costumes squatting on the ground burning paper money from the window, crying while burning.
There is a woman in the middle wearing white clothes and a white flower behind her bun. She is beautiful and has beautiful eyes that are swollen from tears.
The two maids nearby were dressed up and were crying and shouting: "Master Seven, you died so miserably! We will burn some paper money for you. You should learn some skills from the young master over there. Don't just be greedy in the future."
Let’s play!”
Behind them there were two maids, crying and silently burning paper money at a distance.
Su Yuanqing looked at it for a long time and was confused, thinking that there were a bunch of women outside. Just when she was about to go out and ask what was going on, she saw a few more men coming in from the yard, and she couldn't help but stop.