In Yanyu's ward, Jiang Chengyan read the information captured by his mobile phone to Ling Huaan and said, "According to the above records, he should have died of congenital heart disease."
Ling Huaan looked at the depressed Ma Xiaohan and asked, "Xiaohan, did you remember something?"
Ma Xiaohan nodded and said, "Well, I used to take medicine often, and there was always a voice in my ear shouting 'take medicine, take medicine'."
"Congenital heart disease, unless a suitable heart transplant is found, generally do not live long, and many people die before adulthood." Ling Hua settled down and said, "Xiaohan, you don't need to be sad, death is not the end, but It is the beginning of another reincarnation. When you are reincarnated, you will have a different life. In that life, you may have a healthy body, a happy family, and possibly everything.”
Ma Xiaohan's eyes lit up instantly and said, "Is everything you said true?"
Ling Huaan said frankly, "It's true that you will have a new life. As for what it will be like, I'm not sure."
"That's it." Although Ma Xiaohan was a little disappointed, there was still excitement in his eyes.
Ling Huaan looked at Jiang Chengyan and said bluntly, "Team Jiang, Ma Xiaohan's information needs to be checked by you. I want to contact his parents."
"Okay, I'll call Li Tong now."
Jiang Chengyan took out his mobile phone and called Li Tong, asking him to investigate Ma Xiaohan's identity information, and he received a piece of information in his mailbox without much effort.
"Ma Xiaohan's father's name is Ma Donghai, his mother's name is Qiao Hui, and Ma Donghai's phone number is 131****0938."
"Ma Donghai?" Yan Yu frowned and said, "Is he from the Yan family?"
Jiang Chengyan was startled, looked at the information on the document, and said, "Yes, he does work for the Yanshi Group and is the general manager of the Yanshi's hotel."
"It's really him." Yan Yu's brows became even tighter.
Ling Huaan looked at Yanyu and asked, "What's wrong, what happened to this Ma Donghai?"
"I found out that there is a problem with the hotel's accounts. I have been checking the accounts before, but just after I had a look, there was a car accident."
"Your suspect target is Ma Donghai?"
Yan Yu nodded and said, "Well, I suspect that Ma Donghai and the accountant made false accounts together, but there is no evidence yet."
Ling Huaan looked at Ma Xiaohan and saw that he didn't respond, so he couldn't help frowning slightly, then he thought that he had no memory of his life now, so he was relieved, handed the phone to Jiang Chengyan, and said, "Team Jiang, give Ma Donghai a call, I'll tell you when I'm connected."
"Okay." Jiang Chengyan called Ma Donghai, then handed the phone back to Ling Huaan.
"Hey, who is it?" Ma Donghai's voice was a little hoarse.
"It's Mr. Ma. My surname is Ling. I'm Xiaohan's patient. I want to pass on some of his things to you. Do you have time?"
"If it's not something that must be handed over, you can leave it as a thought."
"Xiaohan told me before he died that if he couldn't survive this time, let me pass it on to his family. Mr. Ma's cell phone number was told to me by Xiaohan."
"Okay, where are you now, I'll go look for you."
"I'm in the hospital. If Mr. Ma has time, let's meet at Guangde Tea House opposite the hospital in half an hour."
"Okay, I'll pack up and go."
Ling Huaan hung up the phone, looked in Yanyu's direction, and said, "Yanyu, you hurt your leg, and I can't help you much. It's too tiring for Sister Zhang to take care of you alone. Please hire a nurse."
"Okay, Sister Zhang will come over later, and I'll ask her to find it."
"Then let's go see Ma Donghai first. You ask Zhang Mian to pick me up early tomorrow morning, and I'll go to the haunted hotel."
"You already have the money, so there's no rush about the hotel. You can raise it for a few more days before you go."
"Listen to me." Ling Hua made a neat decision, stood up and said, "I'll take the pendant I gave you with me, take care of your illness, and leave the hotel to me."
With the help of Jiang Chengyan, Ling Huaan left the hospital, went straight to the Guangde Tea House opposite, and ordered a private room according to Ling Huaan's instructions. The two went upstairs together, Jiang Chengyan helped Ling Huaan to sit down, looked at his pale face, and said worriedly, "Huaan, your face is not good, does the wound hurt again?"
"I'm fine. After all, I lost so much blood, and it's normal to be pale. Team Jiang, go back to the police team. Before he chooses to call the police, don't get involved in this matter."
Jiang Chengyan understood that Ling Huaan was good to him. After all, he was a police officer of the criminal investigation team. If people knew that he was also following feudal superstitions, there would definitely be trouble.
"But I'm not worried about you alone."
Ling Huaan squeezed Jiang Chengyan's palm and said comfortably, "I'm not alone, isn't there Ma Xiaohan? Don't worry, Team Jiang, I won't let myself have any trouble again." "Give me your phone."
Ling Huaan didn't ask any further, and handed the phone to Jiang Chengyan.
"Huan, unlock the lock screen."
"Your birthday."
Jiang Chengyan was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, entered his birthday, and the lock screen was unlocked. He couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, opened the address book, found his name and dialed it out. The phone in his pocket vibrated, he took it out, clicked the answer button, and said, "Keep the call connected, I'll find an empty room next door to hide, so that if something happens, I can come over as soon as possible."
Ling Huaan was both heartbroken and helpless, and said, "Team Jiang, you only asked for one morning's leave."
"There's nothing wrong with the team now, I can ask again if I leave."
"Okay, listen to Team Jiang, then you can go out, it will be bad to be bumped into by him later."
Jiang Chengyan turned around and walked out the door. Ma Xiaohan asked curiously, "Uncle, are you good friends with that police uncle?"
Ling Huaan nodded and said, "Well, good friend."
"I really envy you..." After Ma Xiaohan finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said sadly, "I should have no friends before."
"When you die, this life is over. What you need to see is the future, there is no need to dwell on the past."
"Uncle, although I don't quite understand what you said, thank you anyway."
Before Ling Huaan could reply, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and he responded, "Please come in."
The door was pushed open, and a man in his thirties walked in. Ling Huaan had been observing Ma Xiaohan's reaction, and found that Ma Xiaohan had a blank look on his face, staring blankly at the direction of the door.
"Is that Mr. Ling?" It was Ma Donghai's voice on the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Ma, please take a seat." Ling Huaan stood up and looked in the direction of the door.
The door was closed, followed by footsteps, Ling Huaan judged Ma Donghai's position based on Ma Xiaohan's sight, until the other party stood opposite and said, "Mr. Ling, sit down."
"Mr. Ma, I'm sorry, I'm blind, I'm not thoughtful, please forgive me."
Ma Donghai subconsciously waved his hand in front of Ling Hua'an, then reacted and said, "Mr. Ling, Xiaohan gave you something, you can take it out now."
Ling Huaan said bluntly: "Xiaohan and I met in the hospital. Although we didn't know each other for a long time, we were still good friends. I was very sad to hear that he passed away, and at the same time, I was a little unsure of the cause of his death. Mr. Ma, did Xiaohan really die of illness?"
Ma Donghai was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "Mr. Ling, what do you mean by this? Do you know something? Could it be that something went wrong when the doctor rescued him?"
Ling Huaan didn't answer and asked, "Mr. Ma, do you still want to see Xiaohan?"
Ma Donghai was stunned again, and asked blankly, "Mr. Ling, what are you trying to say?"
Ling Huaan put the cow's tears on the table and said, "Mr. Ma, you only need to put a drop of this on your eyelids, and then you can see Xiaohan again, of course, if you are willing to see him."
Ma Donghai looked at Ling Huaan, and then looked at the small bottle on the table. If it was normal, he would definitely pick up the tea on the table and pour it on the other person, and then yelled a 'liar', but today he hesitated. . Ma Xiaohan was found to have a congenital heart disease at a very young age. Ma Donghai has always taken care of him and treated him like a baby, but he tried his best, but he still failed to keep his son. The reason why Ma Xiaohan's body is still in the morgue of the hospital is because there are still procedures to be done, and secondly, he does not dare to face the fact of losing his son.
Ling Huaan couldn't see Ma Donghai's expression, but he could imagine his struggle at the moment, and with the emotional changes on Ma Xiaohan's face, he could judge Ma Donghai's final decision.
Ma Donghai picked up the vial in Ma Xiaohan's expectant gaze, put a drop on his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Ma Xiaohan standing beside him. He wanted to rub his eyes in disbelief, but stopped in fear and looked at the son in front of him with wet eyes. He choked up and said, "Hanhan, really... is it really you?"
Father and son are connected, even though Ma Xiaohan's impression of Ma Donghai is still vague, he still involuntarily called out 'Dad'.
A cry of 'Dad' made Ma Donghai's tears flow instantly. He reached out to hug Ma Xiaohan, but his arm went straight through his body, and he was stunned.
The room suddenly became quiet. Ling Huaan seemed to have seen what happened just now and explained, "Mr. Ma, Xiaohan is dead. What you see is his soul. Ghosts and mortals cannot touch."
"Dad." Ma Xiaohan shouted again.
Ma Donghai's mood completely collapsed. Looking at Ma Xiaohan, he cried bitterly and said, "Hanhan, I'm sorry, it's daddy useless, daddy couldn't save you, Hanhan, I'm sorry..." "Dad, don't cry, Hanhan doesn't hurt. Come on, Hanhan is fine now, you won't need to take medicine in the future, don't cry..." Ma Xiaohan also whimpered, but he was a ghost and couldn't shed tears.
"Okay, Dad doesn't cry, and Hanhan doesn't cry." Although he said that, Ma Donghai felt even more sad when he heard what Ma Xiaohan said, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Ling Huaan sighed and said: "Mr. Ma, although the fate of the two of you has ended, Xiaohan can still be reincarnated and start over. He has experienced hardships in this life, and he may end up suffering in the next life, so Mr. Ma doesn't have to do this. sad."
"Reincarnation? Mr. Ling, is there really such a thing as reincarnation?" Ma Donghai looked at Ling Huaan expectantly.
"Yes. But because Xiaohan died in vain and has grievances in his body, he cannot be reincarnated for the time being. He must find out the truth and resolve the grievances in him before he can return to the underworld and start a new life."
"To die in vain?" Ma Donghai looked at Ling Huaan in shock and said, "Mr. Ling, didn't Han Han die of illness? Was it a medical accident?"
The author has something to say:
There are many kinds of heart disease, and Ma Xiaohan has the most incurable one.
I have been sick for the past two days, and I feel very uncomfortable every day. Fortunately, I still have some manuscripts, and I hope to get better soon.