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Chapter 1862 Harmful spirit!  murderer!

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    Song Zian immediately stood up and walked to the doctor, asking eagerly: "Doctor, how is my sister doing now?"

    The doctor shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, we have tried our best. The patient not only suffered from external injuries, but also suffered from large-scale internal bleeding soon after he was sent to the hospital."

    Extensive internal bleeding caused by a car accident is basically irreversible.

    When Song Zian heard this, he staggered back two steps, "You mean, my sister passed away?"

    The doctor nodded, "My condolences."

    After the doctor left, Song Zian stood motionless, like a statue.

    Soon, Song Zirou¡¯s body was pushed out, covered with a white cloth, and stopped in front of Song Zian.

    Song Zian's hands were trembling slightly, and he slowly opened the white cloth and saw Song Zirou's pale face.

    He looked at it carefully for a full minute before covering it with the white cloth again.

    After asking Song Zian¡¯s opinion, the nurse pushed Song Zirou¡¯s body into the morgue.

    Song Zian was still standing there. After a long time, he slowly turned around, walked back to the original place and sat down, then lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

    Qingran sat quietly aside, wondering whether she should comfort him or not.

    To be honest, when a person who was alive not long ago died like this, Qingran always felt a sense of trance and unreality.

    She looked down at her arm, and there were scratches on it from Song Zirou. Such a living person died in less than an hour.

    Life is really too fragile.

    While they remained quiet, the traffic policeman and driver beside them were talking.

    The traffic police had already arrived. After checking the surveillance system, they found that the driver was driving normally and there were no zebra crossings where Song Zirou's accident occurred. Therefore, Song Zirou bears most of the responsibility for the accident and the driver bears a small part of the responsibility.

    "How much will the compensation cost?" The driver was obviously from a very poor family. He was wearing half-used clothes, and his face was a little dark from being exposed to the sun for a long time. He and Song Zian, who was in suits and ties, seemed to be from two different worlds.

    "It depends on how you discuss it with the family of the deceased."

    The driver looked at Song Zian, not knowing what to say.

    The traffic police also knew that Song Zian had just lost his sister, and now he was afraid that he would not be in the mood to discuss compensation with the driver.

    After a while, Song Zian raised his head, his eyes red, "No need to apologize."

    The driver opened his eyes wide in surprise.

    "The driver suffered an unreasonable disaster in this matter. The fault was ours. The one who did more and more outrageous things was me. It had nothing to do with anyone else."

    "Are you really sure you don't want to pay compensation?" the traffic police asked.

    Song Zian nodded, and then the traffic police asked him to sign an agreement to give up the compensation. After a few words of comfort, he left.

    The driver didn¡¯t leave. He was sitting across from Song Zian. He opened his mouth several times to comfort him, but he didn¡¯t know what to say.

    With great difficulty, the driver finally made up his mind and comforted him: "Don't be sad, things will eventually pass."

    ¡°I also had a relative die, and the feeling was really painful. I was even a little confused during that time, but as time goes by, the sad feeling will gradually fade away, and everything will get better.¡±

    Qingran glanced at the driver and could see that the driver wanted to comfort Song Zian, but at this time, all the comfort seemed to be in vain. It was better to just stay quietly and give Song Zian some time to digest.

    After Song Zian heard the driver's words, he had no reaction at first. After a minute or two, he softly hummed.

    Seeing Song Zian's response, the driver felt that his comfort was useful and continued to comfort him with words.

    But the driver¡¯s language was a bit poor, and he kept saying the same thing, but this comforting feeling was good.

    Song Zian raised his head and looked at Siji with red eyes, "I understand. Thank you for comforting me. It's getting late now. You should go back quickly."

    "Let's leave our contact information. If you regret it in the future, I can still compensate you a little, but it can't be too much. It's better than nothing."

    They left each other¡¯s contact information, and the driver comforted Song Zian for a while before leaving.

    Soon after the driver left, Qingran felt that she should leave too, so she stood up and prepared to say a few words of farewell to Song Zian.

    Before she could speak, the sound of high heels could be heard from the corridor. Not only that, but also Mrs. Song¡¯sSo sad cry.

    ¡°Obviously, it was Mrs. Song who learned of Song Zirou¡¯s death and rushed over.

    Mrs. Song walked over, grabbing Song Zian's clothes, her eyes a little red, "Where is your sister? Which ward is your sister in? I want to see her."

    Song Zian closed his eyes, "Sister, she has passed away."

    "Impossible!" Mrs. Song's sharp scream sounded, and the harsh sound made Qing Ran's ears feel uncomfortable.

    "How could Zirou die? I just went to see her a few days ago. She was alive and well, and she even said she wanted to dance for me. How could she die? Stop talking nonsense here and get rid of her quickly.  My sister¡¯s ward told me that I want to see Zirou!¡±

    Mrs. Song roared at the top of her lungs, grabbing the clothes on Song Zian's chest and shaking them back and forth.

    "Mom, this is true. Zirou is lying in the morgue now. If you don't believe it, let me go with you to see her."

    "What nonsense are you talking about!" Mrs. Song's face was a little distorted. It was obvious that her daughter's death was extremely unbearable for her and she could not accept it for a while.

    "My daughter is still alive and well. It must be you who is talking nonsense. No, it's you." Mrs. Song's protective fingers pointed at Qingran, with deep hatred in her eyes. "It was you who taught him to talk nonsense, right?"  wrong?"

    If it were in the past, Qingran would definitely refute, but now facing a mother who had just lost her daughter, she chose to remain silent.

    Mrs. Song stepped forward with gritted teeth. Qing Ran wanted to step aside, but Mrs. Song moved very quickly. She arrived in front of Qing Ran in a few steps, and before anyone else could react, she hit her hard.  Push it against the wall¡ª¡ª

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± Qingran was unprepared and screamed and fell backwards.

    The back of her head hit the hard wall, and Qingran could clearly hear the sound of her head hitting the wall.

    Her eyes were a little dark, and her brain went blank for a moment.

    The next moment, the crazy Mrs. Song had grabbed her hair and slammed Qing Ran's head against the wall.

    "You harmful person, you are the cause of my good daughter's death. You are a murderer. I want you, a murderer, to pay for it with your life!"

    He hit the wall firmly again, but this time Qing Ran unconsciously turned his head to the side. This time he hit the left side of his head and did not hit the back of his head again.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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