Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"It's okay, I'll take care of the wound."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Ten minutes later, after the wound was treated and bandaged with gauze, Li Fumei sat on a rock and asked softly, "Auntie, your son hasn't woken up yet. What did the doctor say?"

Qian Guiying sighed and said helplessly, "The doctor said that the blood clot in the brain has been absorbed and there is nothing wrong with the body. As for why I didn't wake up, they don't know."

"I've been staying in the hospital and we don't have enough money, so I thought of coming here to pray and seek peace of mind."

"What if, what if it works, what do you say?"

Thinking about the fact that the Mud God hadn't reacted at all, Qian Guiying couldn't hold back her emotions, tears silently falling down her face. "This is fate, the Mud God can't let my son wake up."

Su Chen glanced at her face and whispered, "Auntie, you look like a blessed person. You should have enjoyed your old age in peace. But you met a villain and had this setback."

"But once your son wakes up, things will get better."

Qian Guiying smiled bitterly. "My son has been sleeping for a year and has shown no signs of waking up. We can't stay in the hospital. We're almost out of money."

"This is the first time I've met such a young master. If possible, could you please tell me my fortune? It would be a good thing to have some hope."

"it is good."

After receiving the money, Su Chen got the birth date and time.

"Your son's name is Xue Zhengyang. He started school at the age of six and was very different from the other children in the village. He skipped a grade in junior high school and a grade in his second year of high school. He went all the way to university without any problems."

"After graduating from university, I went on to graduate school. I have a great talent for finance and graduated at the age of 25. During these ten years, I worked hard in a big city and earned enough money to buy a house and a car."

"A year ago, I resigned and returned home at the age of 35, thinking I could live well with tens of millions invested in the stock market and still be with you. Who knew your son would go out for dinner?"

"He was unconscious when he was brought back, and was rushed to a large hospital for emergency treatment. He's been transferred from one hospital to another for over a year..."

Li Fumei whispered, "Master, your son earns so much money, why doesn't he have money to treat his illness?"

Su Chen said meaningfully: "Because he owed a debt, his cousins ​​came to the house after he fell into a coma and said that he owed a debt and wrote an IOU. The handwriting was in Xue Zhengyang's, so Auntie gave her the money."

"Plus, the medical treatment is all top-notch, and it costs several million a year. We still have a house in a first-tier city that we haven't sold yet, and all our savings have been spent."

"Xue Zhengyang's card has been frozen, so the money in it can't be moved, right?"

Qian Guiying looked at him in amazement: "Yes, my son gives us pension money every year. We have saved more than three million in the past ten years. After my son got into trouble, we still paid off a lot of debts."

"He only has about four million yuan to spend, and the medical expenses have almost gone to waste. The remaining properties and stocks are untouchable, so I said he has no money for medical treatment."

"If all else fails, I can only move on to the house in the capital. I don't understand stocks, so I don't know how to get the money out."

Su Chen casually said, "Have you never doubted the authenticity of those IOUs?"

Qian Guiying was stunned for a moment, her expression a little bewildered: "They were all IOUs from relatives, and the handwriting was indeed fine, so I didn't think much of it and returned them."

"Master, what do you mean..."

Mrs. Qian was furious when she heard this. She pointed at them and cursed: "Where did this charlatan come from? What nonsense are you talking about here? Can my son make a fake IOU to cheat people out of money?"

"Haha, don't you know in your heart that your son spent money he shouldn't have spent, and he's already suffered retribution?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Guiying looked at her and her expression suddenly changed.

My heart tightened. "Master, you mean my sister-in-law's son got into a car accident because he spent money he shouldn't have. Is this retribution?"

Su Chen didn't answer, but whispered, "If you want to save your son, I have a way. Once the matter on the mountain is settled, you take me to your son."

Qian Guiying's eyes lit up: "Really? Master, as long as my son can wake up, you can pay any amount of money you want."

"No need. Just wrap it in a red envelope. It doesn't matter how much it is, it depends on your mood. Well, why don't we go down the mountain and take a look."

"Okay, let's go down the mountain now."

Seeing them leaving, Mrs. Qian looked a little flustered. She reached out and grabbed Qian Guiying, her eyes filled with a bit of stubbornness: "How can you bring a stranger to see Zhengyang? What if they have bad intentions?"

Qian Guiying stared at her with suspicion in her eyes: "Sister-in-law, tell me the truth, what happened that night? Why was my son the only one who got hurt in the head?"

"...How would I know this? If you want to know, you can only wait until Zhengyang wakes up."

"Yeah, since the doctor can't do anything, why not leave it to the master? The Clay God doesn't care about me, who else can I turn to? As long as there is the slightest chance, I will not give up."

He pulled her hand away and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Master, please come this way. Let's go down the mountain to the hospital."

Seeing this, Mrs. Qian didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran after him, saying earnestly: "Oh, Guiying, why are you so stubborn? It's because of your stubbornness that his second uncle divorced you."

When Qian Guiying heard this, she felt a sharp pain in her heart: "Sister-in-law, if you don't want to help, forget it. Stop making sarcastic remarks here."

"He divorced because he had a mistress and saw his son become a vegetable. He felt there was no hope for his retirement, so he divorced. What does it have to do with me?"

"What about you? Your uncle is having a mistress outside, why are you asking for a divorce? Why don't you just make do with what you have?"

Sister Qian: “……!!”