Chapter 584 - 291
"Little Daoist..."
Wang Ruoruo panicked, like a drowning person suddenly grasping a life-saving straw.
She turned around and was about to kneel before Ning An: "Little Daoist, please speak to the Grand Master, just let him spare my husband."
"I won’t make any wishes, I won’t wish for anything anymore, as long as he lives, boohoo."
Wang Ruoruo hadn’t yet kneeled when Ning An lifted her up with both hands.
"Layperson, don’t be anxious, things aren’t as bad as you think."
Ning An was freaking out inside; did everyone take his place for the Evil God Temple?
"Little Daoist, he won’t be in danger, right..."
Wang Ruoruo said tearfully: "I just wanted him to smoke less, his addiction is harmful to his lungs... but I didn’t wish for him to die."
At that moment, two figures suddenly appeared on the live stream screen.
The viewers in the live stream were fully focused, not blinking at all.
"Let me see, what does this expert that’s been invited look like."
"Whoa? This invited expert is so young, wait, is this the Flying Knife?"
"Flying Knife my foot! Have you ever seen such a young Flying Knife? Flying Knife aside, they should have at least decades of clinical experience, judging by this guy’s age, he could only have a few years at most."
"You think he has a few years of clinical experience, but to me, he looks like a doctoral student who hasn’t graduated yet. Look at the clarity in his eyes and his disdain for the mundane world; it shows, even through the screen."
"Hey? Isn’t it weird, doctors usually wear white coats, right? Even during surgery, they shouldn’t be wearing protective suits, right?"
"..."
Ning An also murmured: "Why isn’t this person wearing a white coat?"
Wang Ruoruo heard this and was momentarily stunned, then suddenly turned her head towards the screen.
The screen displayed two figures: one was the nurse who had just left, and the other was the "specialist" they had called in.
Oddly enough, this "specialist" was not wearing a doctor’s white coat, nor a nurse’s uniform, but a protective suit.
"Why is the Testing Department here?"
Wang Ruoruo exclaimed in surprise, forgetting to cry while looking at the screen.
"Testing Department?"
Ning An curiously asked: "Isn’t the Testing Department part of a hospital too? Aren’t they supposed to be doctors too, wearing white coats?"
Wang Ruoruo quickly replied while keeping her eyes glued to the screen, "To be precise, the Testing Department doesn’t belong to doctors nor nurses; more accurately, they are medical technologists."
The live stream viewers were quick to verify this online.
"Eh? It really is! I always thought hospital departments were filled with doctors; I didn’t expect there would be exceptions!"
"Yeah, when I first saw the protective suits, I was confused too. But saying they’re from the Testing Department, I can somewhat accept that."
"But that’s not right! Isn’t He Qiang supposed to be in the late stage of lung cancer? Why call in the Testing Department?"
"Maybe it’s due to a viral complication? After all, with cancer, anything’s possible, especially in the late stage."
"I think something’s off. Even if it’s late-stage cancer, I’ve never seen a hospital call in the Testing Department."
"Yes, and you’ve all been saying He Qiang is in the late stage of cancer; that’s just your assumption. The doctors never said that."
"Let’s not argue about this. The patient’s family is watching the live stream, so let’s talk less and watch more."
"..."
The guy from the Testing Department went in quickly and came out just as fast.
He was holding a sample bag and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
A while later, the guy from the Testing Department appeared again.
This time, he wasn’t in a protective suit but a white coat.
He looked relaxed, disinfected himself, and went back into the emergency room.
A few minutes later, the emergency room door opened.
The attending doctor, an old man with a head full of silver hair, approached the nurse with a mobile phone.
"Doctor, my husband, what stage of lung cancer is he in, and how much time does he have left?"
Looking at the elderly man’s eyes, Wang Ruoruo’s heart jumped to her throat.
The live stream viewers were just as tense.
People love gossip, but no one likes to see tragic gossip unfold.
The old man was momentarily confused by her question: "Huh? What, lung cancer?"
Wang Ruoruo was stunned: "Isn’t it lung cancer?"
The old man rolled his eyes: "Who told you he has lung cancer? It’s a lung fungal infection."
"Lung fungal infection?"
Wang Ruoruo was left in a daze.
He Qiang lived and ate with her daily, and they were careful with their diet.
How could he have a lung fungal infection?
The old man spoke slowly from the side: "Does your husband, when being intimate with you, have a foot fetish?"
Wow!
With those words, countless lewd viewers in the live stream perked up instantly.
"What? Foot fetish! Where are the beautiful feet, let me see, let me see!"
"I’ve always been a fan of beautiful feet, can’t help it, it seems sis-in-law’s feet are quite stunning! Sis-in-law, open the door, it’s me, your brother-in-law!"
"Boohoo, I want to see too, I want to see, I love beautiful feet too."
"..."
Wang Ruoruo’s face turned red, from her neck up to the roots of her ears, her voice barely audible:
"Yes, he has that preference."
"He even likes to lick."
Upon hearing this, the lewd viewers went wild.
"Wow! Isn’t he one of us? Just like me, not only liking to touch but also to sniff and lick!"
"What? Is everyone this kinky? Not hiding it anymore? Alright, I won’t hide it either; I love beautiful feet too, whimpering."