Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 170 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 21

The doctor who came for the routine check-up was taken aback and said with a strange expression, "What check-up? No, this is the first one today, there are three check-ups in total."

Could it be a concussion with aftereffects?

Song Ziyu's expression grew even more grim: "Just now there was a doctor surnamed Qin..." He paused here, hoping the other person would remember something.

After all, the sudden appearance of a doctor was as bizarre as the hit-and-run vehicle encountered that night.

But his expectations were dashed. The Mediterranean doctor scratched his already thinning hair in confusion, his weathered face bearing the marks of time: "Dr. Qin? We don't have that doctor in internal medicine. Do you have one in surgery?"

The next sentence was clearly a question to the nurses around him.

The nurses around shook their heads: "Not in the surgery department either, right? We do have a doctor surnamed Qin in our hospital, but the woman in question is a pregnant woman about to give birth and hasn't been to the hospital for a long time. Could it be Dr. Qin?"

Song Ziyu decisively rejected the idea: "No, the other person looks very young, and it's a man." He hesitated for a moment, "Should we check the surveillance footage?"

The Mediterranean doctor smiled politely. It seemed there really were aftereffects from the accident, but they would try their best to meet the patient's request. For now, they could only agree.

Sure enough, after agreeing, the other party's attitude softened considerably, and they relaxed and cooperated fully with the examination process.

The anesthetic was wearing off, and a dense, tingling pain surged through his body, penetrating to the bone. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his first instinct was to go to sleep and rest.

The pain lasted for more than half an hour before he finally fell asleep.

He was surrounded by darkness, for some reason. Even though he knew he was asleep, his mind was so clear that he could even tell he was dreaming.

He stretched out his hand, trying to take a few steps, but it seemed unreal, yet pain still shot through his body. He didn't know what he was stepping on, as if it were an endless black hole.

"I should have just killed you."

Suddenly, a man's soft voice came from the darkness, sounding very gentle and tender, as if he were sighing silently.

Song Ziyu's eyes sharpened. He had never had such strange dreams before. He couldn't tell where the sound was coming from; the enemy was in the open while he was in the shadows.

Soon, that unfamiliar voice rang out again: "You should die. She shouldn't be focusing on you anymore. She should come down and keep me company."

Her words were disjointed and left him completely confused.

Song Ziyu gritted his teeth, trying to pinch his arm to wake himself up as quickly as possible. Although it was just a dream and the other party couldn't actually kill him, he still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Who is she referring to? And who is this mysterious voice?

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up.

He tried to talk: "Who are you?"

The other person didn't speak, but with each breath, something cold and sinister seemed to slowly approach, making him panic. Just as he was about to back away, his neck was suddenly and violently gripped.

He tried to pry the other person's fingers open, but what he touched was like a fog, invisible and ungraspable.

Soon, Song Ziyu felt suffocated. He struggled frantically, trying to wake himself up, but all his efforts were in vain.

In a daze, he heard a nurse's anxious voice from outside: "Quick, the patient in room 401 is dying, he's suddenly experiencing oxygen deprivation. Get a ventilator ready! Where's the doctor? Get the doctor to come here..."

At that moment, Song Ziyu felt a despair he had never experienced before.

The shadowy figure watched his struggle with a leisurely air, somewhat languid.

It seems this man won't live much longer; he'll have to destroy another thing she cherishes—money. Qin Boyue gave Song Ziyu one last condescending glance, slightly arrogant: "Look at your own behavior. Where does your confidence come from that you think you can use her?"

Song Ziyu had no time to pay attention; he even had a ringing in his ears. He was still tightly bound by the black mist, and the thin air was becoming increasingly scarce.

The young man left with peace of mind, leaving behind only a wisp of ghostly energy.

Shortly after he left, the Mediterranean-looking doctor burst in, immediately setting up all sorts of instruments and test tubes. "He seemed perfectly fine just now, how could he suddenly be in such a predicament?"

Although everything was ready, his vital signs were still slowly fading. In a corner where no one was paying attention, his phone inexplicably received a message from an unknown number.

There was only a dialog box with complex, incomprehensible text, like a talisman. Just when Song Ziyu thought he was doomed, large gulps of fresh air suddenly rushed into his nostrils.

He was saved.

The old Taoist priest on the other side had just put down his phone when his apprentice, somewhat confused, asked, "Master, why are you meddling in other people's births, aging, sickness, and death?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, his expression serious: "This is not the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, but the work of a vengeful ghost. Moreover, judging from the divination results just now, this person's life is not yet over."

The apprentice nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

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Ni Qing originally didn't plan to come the next day, thinking she could just make up an excuse to get by. After all, the original owner of this body couldn't handle his intense confession; she could almost feel that this body was gradually becoming out of control.

But the sudden appearance of Dr. Qin made her abandon that idea; the other party seemed to have no legitimate origins. She was afraid the plot would go astray, and Qin Boyue's delay in killing her was making her increasingly anxious.

Now that she's conveniently delivered herself to their doorstep, she might as well make a quick appearance and let them know she's there. The Song family has been much more attentive these past few days, constantly sending her messages inviting her over.

Ni Qing rejected them all without leaving a trace.

Lost in thought, her phone vibrated. She instinctively reached to silence it, subconsciously assuming the caller was still from the Song family. Before she could press the silence button, the phone rang again.

She is the housekeeper in the household.

He rarely calls unless it's something important. He must have called because he noticed Ni Qing hadn't replied to his messages.

She answered immediately and asked, "What's wrong?"

To his surprise, it wasn't anything serious. He coughed a few times and said slowly, "Madam, I've been a little sick these past few days. My old ailment has flared up and I keep coughing. To avoid infecting you, I won't be going to the mansion for the next few days."

Ni Qing lowered her eyes, understanding the situation, and was just about to agree when she heard the other person's hesitant voice: "Um, things will be very busy at home if I'm not there. How about I have my grandson go and help?"

As if afraid that Ni Qing would refuse, he quickly added, "Don't worry, madam, my grandson is honest, bold and meticulous, and will definitely help you."

Ni Qing swallowed her words of refusal. Anyway, the position of housekeeper didn't require being on call all the time, so let him come. She could just deal with him casually.

After making the decision, she said, "Then let your grandson give it a try."