The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 229 Hospital, Last Wish

"Help……"

The voice was very weak.

Jiang Fu originally wanted to swing a hammer, but after a moment's thought, he decisively reached out, grasped the hand that was so white that it was almost transparent, and pulled the owner of the hand up.

She grew up in a place where materialism is extremely developed. She is not afraid of ghosts, let alone being haunted by ghosts.

"You..." The translucent ghost looked at her, "Save me."

Jiang Fu stared at that face, "I've seen you before, the curly-haired guy who can create things out of thin air."

The first time I saw her was at Jiang Yiran's birthday party, where she was the one guarding Pu Qiubai. The second time was at the Shan family's engagement party, where she seemed to be there just to eat and drink.

He looks silly, not like he has any bad intentions.

"I took the wrong road at night and fell down." She shook her hand, "Can you save me?"

Jiang Fu didn't say anything. He took out his cell phone, called the fire department and the hospital, and also called the police.

She was not sure where Meng Mian had fallen, so for safety reasons, she decided to find more people to help.

Soon, a group of people took their positions.

"You're the one reporting the case, right? You said someone fell into the sewer?" A firefighter came over to check.

"Yes, I can hear her breathing. She should still be saved." Jiang Fu looked down into the well.

In the dark well, one can vaguely see an unconscious head wrapped in white mist, with curly hair drooping.

"Looking at this, I'm in great danger." Meng Mian squatted on the ground and looked at her for a while, then turned to her, "Can I be saved?"

"They can't see you?" Jiang Fu wondered.

Meng Mian tiptoed and floated in the air. "They are not infected, so we can't see them."

Her ability is to turn imagined things into reality, but when she uses it, her body will be like the Baa Baa spell in "○ Dragon Adventure", and her soul will leave her body.

It's like a daydream that's free from the shackles of reality and allows imagination to run wild.

Several firefighters acted quickly and brought the man up.

Everyone was quietly doing their own thing. Doctors were preparing rescue measures, firefighters were carefully going down the well, and the police were surveying and collecting information about the surrounding situation, intercepting and persuading passing vehicles to turn back.

Jiang Fu stood by the well and watched the unconscious person being hoisted up.

"She's lucky she didn't inhale too much poisonous gas. Quickly send her to the ambulance!"

Meng Mian watched his body being carried into the ambulance. He felt no excitement at all. He watched the medical staff provide rescue services like a bystander.

"You can still be saved." Jiang Fu reminded.

"But no one cares." She supported her head.

She stayed there for about two or three days. She tried to crawl out and ask passers-by for help, but most of them just thought she was weird.

"Perhaps?"

"Maybe." She smiled bitterly.

In her memory, her parents were always indifferent to her.

When the couple was in love, she was the treasure in their hearts, but after they separated, her daughter was nothing more than a living proof of their failed marriage.

She sat in an inconspicuous corner of the dining table, watching her father, mother and other people being affectionate with each other. Occasionally, she would recall that there was a hint of resentment in the eyes that were looking at her.

Everything changed quietly after she accidentally picked up the wrong package.

There was only a piece of paper and a small piece of metal in the package.

"Do you want to change your destiny?" the writer seemed to be asking her.

She held the piece of metal and lowered her eyes.

If possible, she hopes to create a world of her own, even if it is just a fantasy.

She fled from her two previous homes and came to Yancheng.

But it seems that she has not made any name for herself. She is often scolded as a fool by her tutor. The money she earns from painting is only enough for her to eat, drink and defecate. It seems that there will be no future for her to succeed.

As for love, she seemed to be unable to obtain it.

For ordinary people like her, career and love have been unsuccessful year after year.

Meng Mian held his chin in his hand as he sat beside Jiang Fu, looking out the window at the receding scenery. "Tell me, is there anyone in this world who still cares about me?"

Jiang Fu felt the empty emotion and asked in a low voice, "Who do you want to see?"

"I want to see him. Can you invite him for me?" she smiled.

"Okay." Jiang Fu looked at her.

The girl thought about it and looked at her with a smile, "For example, the lead singer of Queen?"

"That won't work." Jiang Fu refused.

The lead singer she was talking about had been dead for many years, and she couldn't summon his spirit, so how could she do that?

"Well, then I want to meet Mr. Ling."

She didn't even have time to say a few words to him at the last party.

I feel like I'm in big trouble this time. How about saying goodbye?

Meng Mian watched herself being pushed into the operating room. The doctor shouted at her, "Hold on," "Stay awake, don't give up," and so on. Her body gradually became weak.

"I don't think I'll live long. I really hope Mr. Ling is in this hospital too."

Her current condition is maintained by her "talent", but if her life is in danger, her "talent" will also become unstable.

She was almost inseparable from her body.

At this time, how could Mr. Ling be like Uncle Yule? If she hoped to see him, would he definitely be there?

VIP ward.

As people get older, they are more prone to major illnesses and minor disasters, and Mr. Ling is no exception.

When winter comes, you will catch a cold if you are not careful.

"My health is getting worse day by day, but with you here, the Ling family will never fall."

Old Master Ling looked at his only surviving grandson.

He has made many plans for Ling Zhichen's life. Ever since his grandson entered the business world, he has hired famous public relations people to manage his image to ensure that he can leave an impression of wisdom and bravery on everyone.

And Ling Zhichen did not disappoint his expectations.

"Thanks to grandpa's hard work in cultivating me." Ling Zhichen was full of gratitude.

He was originally worried that Ling Mujiang, that wild kid, was more capable than him and would compete with him in the future, but fortunately, Ling Mujiang was sent away by the old man to be a son-in-law.

From now on, he can rest easy.

Jiang Yiran was watching from the side, and on the table beside her were the gifts of comfort that the Jiang family had asked her to bring.

"Mujiang hasn't come yet?"

"There was a traffic jam on the way from Shan's house. It's inevitable."

Yancheng has always been prosperous, and traffic jams are common.

She glanced at her phone.

The other party replied that he had been admitted to the hospital.

She turned and went out, "I'll go get him."

Jiang Fu also noticed the Shan family's car, and guessed that it must be Ling Mujiang, so he walked down directly.

Just think of it as a good deed.

As soon as Ling Mujiang got out of the car, he was dragged out.

"Ling Mujiang, she wants to see you." Jiang Fu said concisely.