MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 120 patient

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Li Shanzhu shouted panting in the direction of the elevator, carrying a basket of vegetables.

The door that was supposed to be closed opened again, and he went into the elevator, holding his knees to catch his breath, and then looked up at the middle-aged woman and smiled, "Thank you Aunt Zhang."

"Xiao Li, are you a guest at home?" The middle-aged woman looked at the vegetables in his basket. "Buy so many dishes, many customers?"

Li Shanzhu blushed, "No, just one."

Middle-aged women are all half detectives. When he looks at his expression, he knows what's going on. He laughs now: "Girlfriend?"

Li Shanzhu's face turned redder and she shook her head and said, "Not yet. Say ... say that if I cook deliciously, she will consider it carefully."

"Ah, you can't be sloppy with this meal." The middle-aged woman began to make an idea for him. "Would you like Aunt Zhang to teach you some top secret private dining dishes? When Aunty was young, it was on these dishes Style, captured your uncle's stomach, and then captured his heart ... "

The child in her hand looked at her innocently: "But mom, you can only make instant noodles, instant noodles, and instant noodles ..."

"Smelly girl, what's the truth?"

Farewell to the two mothers and daughters, Li Shanzhu returned to his home.

The basket is very heavy. It contains not only a variety of vegetables, but also fish and meat. As Aunt Zhang said, if all of them are used for cooking, it will be enough to entertain a table.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Little sister, open the door for me."

No one responded for a long time.

The original excited smile gradually began to disappear. He put the heavy basket on the ground, took out the key to open the door, and at the moment when the door was opened, a smile was squeezed out of his face: "Little sister, I'm sorry I'm late. I will cook for you. "

The room was empty, there was no one, there was no response, and even the pair of shoes Ning Ning wore could not be seen.

The blood faded from Li Shanzhu's face, he dropped the basket of vegetables in his hand and rushed into the door.

But Ning Ning was not in the room.

"Sister Ai." Li Shanzhu stood in the living room, lowered his head, could not see his look at the moment, and could only hear the suppressed voice in his mouth, "Where have you been ..."

At the same time, somewhere on the rooftop.

At noon, the sun was a little poisonous. People stood under the scorching sun for a long time, and their vision began to blur, as if the whole person was being melted by the sun.

"The next play is very important." Ning Ning closed the mobile phone in his hand and said to himself, or to Zhang Xinai who was looking at himself, "As a woman, it is impossible to impress Wen Yu Yes, I want to impress him, only as one ... patient. "

Ten minutes later, a taxi stopped under the roof.

A small point came out of the car, looked up at the rooftop, and speeded up into the apartment building.

Not long after, the footsteps sounded behind Ningning, the footsteps went from far to near, and the last young man with a clear face crossed the last step and reached the roof.

It's smelling rain.

He stopped and looked at the woman with long hair not far ahead.

She turned her back to him and lay on the guardrail beside the rooftop. She didn't know what she was biting, and suddenly her voice stopped and she turned her head slowly.

It turned out to be a popsicle.

When others eat popsicles, she only eats the ice on them, but she also eats the sticks together. The stick made of wood was pitted by her, with tooth marks on both sides.

"You're here." She laughed, and Wen Yu seemed to be able to see wood scum in her mouth.

"... What's in your mouth?" Wen Yu asked.

Ning Ning froze, bowed her head, and a small stick of mixed ice fell into her palm. She frowned, and threw away these things, along with half of the ice lolly that had not been eaten. Then, Bend over, and after a while, take out a box of ice cream from the plastic bag beside his feet.

Wen Yu's gaze swept inside the plastic bag.

Potato chips, chocolates, cakes, cookies ...

All are super high calorie snacks.

"288 cards." Ning Ning sipped a spoonful of ice cream and handed it to Wen Yu. "Will you have something?"

Wen Yu shook her head.

She immediately put the spoon into her mouth, spoon by spoon, and the ice cream with a heat of 288 calories was quickly wiped out by her. The remaining cream on her lips was too late to wipe off, and she immediately ripped a bag of potatoes. The film, intoxicated, smelled the aroma inside, and looked at Xiang Yu: "500 cards, would you like to come?"

"Aren't you afraid that the next time you play, your clothes won't fit?" Wen Yu asked coldly.

The hands tearing the bag paused: "Afraid."

"Since you're afraid, why do you want to eat?" Wen Yu asked.

"I only have something to chew in my mouth ..." Ning Ning leaned on the railing, handed a potato chip to his mouth, and glanced downstairs, "I don't want to jump from here."

Wen Yu stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled and shook her head: "You can't jump, your favorite person is yourself."

After speaking, he turned away and walked towards the stairs step by step. Finally, he got out of the apartment building and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

Before getting on the bus, Wen Yugui made Shencha look up.

On the high rooftop, a small figure was resting on the railing, looking down at him, then stuffing potato chips into his mouth.

He squinted, as if the pieces of potato chips had fallen into his eyes.

The car drove him for more than ten minutes, and the figure that kept chewing potato chips was still lingering in front of him. The frown on Wen Yu's eyebrows tightened and tightened until the car suddenly stopped suddenly.

"... What are you doing over there?" Wen Yu's attention was attracted by the surge of people outside the window.

"It seems to be burning something," the driver replied, passing the car at full speed, and passing slowly past the crowd.

After approaching, Wen Yu found that he was inattentive and passed Zhang Xin'ai's home. This woman is obviously superb, but unexpectedly has no audience. When she was the hottest, there were not so many fans at the door, but when she had an accident, so much black powder came to burn the posters and burn the DVDs, greeting her ancestor Eighteen generations of women.

How many of them are real fans, and how many are down.

This is really strange. What about Zhang Xin's love? What about her lovers? Why didn't you see them coming out to speak for her at this time?

"... Go back." Wen Yu said suddenly.

The car returned to its original location.

Wen Yu returned to the roof again.

It was a mess, and the rest of the bags were scattered all over the floor, just like someone had just held a banquet here. Ning Ning turned his back to him, curled up in the mess, he walked quickly, and smelled a weird sour taste halfway along the way, only to find that she had not only rubbish, but also a pool near Vomit.

Wen Yu frowned, and looked down at her, "Did you eat everything?"

The plastic bag that was full before was enough for one person to eat for three days. It is already empty now, and the colorful packaging bags have been lost. The chocolate, cookies, cakes, etc ... In Ningning's belly, some turned into a vomit on the ground.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, lying in this pile of things will also become dirty, like a beggar.

If the lover in the past saw her like this, she guaranteed to cover her nose, how far to run, and some people with cleanliness, maybe they would delete her phone while running, but when he did n’t hear the rain, he bent over and helped her. Get up: "Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital."

She leaned weakly on Wen Yu and mumbled something.

Because he had just vomited, all the words he said had an unpleasant sour taste, but the rain didn't disappoint, but he moved closer and heard what she was thinking.

"288 calories, 500 calories, 586 calories, 433 calories ..." Ning Ning's mouth fluttered a string of numbers. It was the calorie content of the snacks she just ate, and her expression was a little sloppy. "I can't eat any more. Come, help me to eat a bit, you will stop me ... I can't control myself ... "

After speaking, she raised a hand tremblingly, leaving half a cookie in her hand, and continued to send it to her mouth.

Wen Yu held her hand, her expression solemn: "Don't give up on yourself."

Ning Ning's eyes flickered for a moment before he focused on his face: "Everyone has given up on me."

"So you have to reflect carefully." Wen Yu said, picking her up horizontally, walking downstairs, and saying, "You really treat others with heart, others will treat you with heart. You treat others as toys, and others treat you. You are a toy, a secret you thought you would never reveal ... it's really just a matter of time. "

Ning Ning was silent for a moment and asked, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because I am a doctor and you are a patient." Wen Yu said lightly, at that moment he just came out of the apartment, and the whole person turned from darkness to light. "I don't like you, but I won't give up on you."

Ningning looked at him for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Someday, you will suffer a great loss of character."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu also bowed her head and smiled at her: "A character like you has to suffer a lot."

Ning Ning froze a bit.

Whether he had seen through her was acting, Ning Ning was not clear. Maybe he didn't see it, so he took her to the hospital, paid for medical expenses, and even promised to give her a psychological counseling after the operation. Maybe he can see it, so he hastily came and hurried, and didn't stop by her side.

If it was the real Zhang Xinai, it was estimated that at this time he had jumped off his feet and paid the price of three kilograms of weight gain, only to win the sympathy of the other side for three minutes.

Ning Ning was relieved. She didn't need him to love her. She only needed him to sympathize with her, and then gave her a little help so that she could stay on the weekend, that's all.

"Just another day," she said to herself before entering the operating room. "By tomorrow, everything is over."

As soon as he came out of the operating room, he received a call from Li Shanzhu.

"Sister Ai." He cried on the phone, almost asking him in dismay, "I'm jumping off the roof now, would you feel guilty?"

Ningning: "........."

The time is Friday, July 16, 2004, at 8 pm.

It was only a day and a half before Zhang Xinai died.

Just a day and a half! !! Can you stop some! !!