Chapter 243: Cat Relies on the Power of Humans
After leaving Song Deming's ward, Qiao Ci'an went to another VIP ward.

She pushed the door open and walked in. The young man in the ward immediately raised his head and looked at her. "You're back so soon?"

"I'm back. That old Deng didn't tell the truth. We'll know the truth when I catch that ghost tonight." Qiao Ci'an walked over and pretended to sit on the hospital bed.

Before he even landed on his butt, he was kicked in the butt.

"Ouch!" Qiao Ci'an stood up straight, staring at the person on the bed with a pair of beautiful big eyes, "What are you doing?!"

The young man on the bed was handsome and pale, with a look of obvious disdain on his face. He spat out one word indifferently, "Dirty."

Hey, I have such a bad temper, and yet you actually said I was dirty!

Qiao Ci'an sat down on the bed without hesitation, and even rubbed it deliberately, "Lululu, I'll sit down, I'll sit down, if you don't accept it, come and hit me."

Duan Qinghua felt so angry when he saw her asking for a beating. Looking at the neat bedside that was wrinkled by her rubbing, he was so angry that he fainted.

"Hey, hey, hey, why did he faint?!" Seeing someone suddenly fainted, Qiao Ci'an hurriedly ran out to call a doctor and a nurse.

On the other side, Song Zhenglin left the ward with a gloomy face. On the way back to his son's ward, he thought for a long time, countless fragments flashed through his mind, and he finally made a decision - to pull back from the brink and stop the loss in time.

We can't let that monster continue to harm his family!
Song Zhenglin was about to walk to his son's ward. After making up his mind, he immediately turned around and headed towards the street. Just as he was about to take a taxi, an accident happened.

Among the pedestrians passing by on the street, a man who looked like a homeless man suddenly bumped into him accidentally. At the same time, the fruit knife that the homeless man was carrying slipped accidentally, and the tip of the knife was pointed at Song Zhenglin's thigh, instantly cutting a big gash on his leg, and blood was flowing.

There was no choice, Song Zhenglin had to return to the hospital to bandage his wound. After bandaging his wound, he planned to leave again and was almost at the hospital entrance.

However, he received a call from his wife, telling him that the child's wound had worsened and he had been sent to the emergency room again, and asked him to go there quickly.

It was July and August, and the heat outside was scorching, but he could not feel any warmth at all. He felt cold all over, and suddenly he seemed to sense something.

He turned abruptly and looked at the hospital behind him. In his sight, the noisy sounds and people coming and going in the hospital lobby all disappeared. In the middle of the cold and empty hall stood several girls in red wedding dresses.

They were staring at him. Looking at those familiar faces, Song Zhenglin's mind went blank.

The sound of the car horn behind him seemed to come from another world. He could hear nothing except his own rapid breathing.

There was only one sentence circling in my mind - they are back for revenge.

……

Yan Qing was still the one who cooked lunch. Knowing that Qi Ming would stay for lunch, he quietly cooked a few more dishes and even bought a fish to make a squirrel fish.

He read the historical records in the Taoist temple and found that this founder Qi Ming was from Suzhou and his favorite food was squirrel fish.

Yang Fan looked at the extra dishes on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help feeling a pang of pain in his teeth.

She looked at Yan Qing expressionlessly, and the latter's eyes showed a bit of guilt, "With two more people, I'm afraid there won't be enough food."

There are just two more ghosts, and you have five more dishes.

Yang Fan just laughed.

Yan Qing's voice was a little weaker, "I spent my own money to buy vegetables."

Usually, when Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin go shopping for groceries, they just take the money directly from the cabinet in the living room.

Hearing him say that he used his own money to buy groceries, Yang Fan could barely accept this excuse.

Qi Ming gave Yan Qing an appreciative look, well done.

After getting the approval from the master, Yan Qing's mouth curled up slightly, like a little kid praised by his teacher, which made Yang Fan's teeth even more sour.

In my heart, I once again cursed the person who did not record my glorious deeds.

A certain head of a sect far away in Sanqing Palace kept coughing.

……

Song Weiyi didn't expect that she could have a free meal at noon. When Yan Qing handed her the bowl, she was a little flattered and took the bowl with both hands, saying thank you repeatedly. But after getting the bowl, Song Weiyi didn't know where to sit.

At the square dining table, Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin sat on one side in tacit understanding, Tang Yuanyuan and Yan Qing sat on one side, Yang Fan and Yan Qing sat on their own sides. Yang Fan sat at the main seat, but there was a stool next to her, and that seat was for the little white tiger.

The only empty seat left is the one next to Qi Ming.

Sit next to that adult to eat... Song Weiyi moved a small stool without thinking and sat behind Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin. It was safer to stay in this position.

Fu Cancan and Xiao Lin could fully understand her fear. They looked at each other and moved to the side tacitly to make room for her.

Next to Xiao Lin was Tang Yuanyuan, who moved a little towards Yan Qing.

As Fu Cancan was moving, she accidentally moved to Yang Fan's side. The latter said nothing and moved his stool calmly.

Song Weiyi successfully squeezed in between Xiao Lin and Fu Cancan, and sat there without being crowded.

Yang Fan picked up the little white tiger and let it start choosing food.

The little white tiger pointed at the meat and vegetables on the table with its little paws, saying it wanted to eat this, that, and that, and it wanted them all.

Yang Fan picked up some of each one for it.

Others were already accustomed to the little white tiger's behavior, but Qi Ming stared at the little white tiger in Yang Fan's hand for a few more seconds and said.

"Why is it so fat?"

It seemed to be a few sizes fatter than when he first saw it.

Not grown up, just gained weight.

Yang Fan immediately pointed the little white tiger's head at Qi Ming, "If he calls you fat, bite him."

In Yang Fan's arms, the little white tiger became much braver and roared at Qi Ming.

Qi Ming didn't make any movement or expression, he just stared at it.

Right, that is it.

Yang Fan put the little white tiger on the stool and patted its butt. "Go, Lao Hei."

"Ouch..."

The little white tiger's voice gradually became quieter, and finally he pretended nothing had happened and lowered his head to eat.

Others: ...'Cat' is relying on others for power?

Yang Fan's mouth twitched, and he murmured, "You are useless."

Little white tiger: It’s definitely not a coward, but eating is important!

"Eat, eat. Don't just sit there like an idiot."

Yang Fan picked up the bowl and started eating, and others started to eat one after another.

When having dinner with the Grandmaster (senior ghost messenger), everyone except Yang Fan was a little reserved at first.

But this restraint was soon broken.

"Yang Fan, you guys are having dinner." Li Wenlin walked in from the gate with a smile.

Yang Fan asked, "Uncle Wenlin, have you eaten? How about we eat together?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Li Wenlin came over and saw their table full of dishes. He was greedy. "You guys ate so many dishes at noon. I'll just have a few bites."

Hearing this, Fu Cancan, Tang Yuanyuan, and Xiao Lin stood up to serve the food without Yang Fan's reminder.

Tang Yuanyuan was one step ahead of the other two and served the rice first.