"What's there?" Sun Xiangyun came forward, but still didn't hear clearly what Mu said, so he asked again, "What's there outside her husband?"

Mu squinted her eyes and raised her chin.

At this time, Sun Xiangyun shook his head understandingly and said, "Ah, this kind of thing is quite embarrassing for you as a doctor, and it's a cardiology job where you often know a lot of secrets."

Mu added, "Yes, but you won't say it. It's hard to see that patient. In fact, the problem is that his husband's behavior has caused a complete lack of trust between the husband and wife. As a result, the wife cannot sleep well.

You don't even know whether you're not eating well or you're depressed. Sometimes she just sits on your chair and doesn't speak or look at me. She seems to be listening to what I say, but yeah, she's just so stupid.

He looked at you, as if his eyes were passing through my body, and when he saw the bookcase behind me, he didn't look at me at all.

Do you think I can say it? I'm also worried about this." Mu shook his head.

"So, I don't know what's best. I'm just troubled right now. What the nanny did to Lao Wu looks really scary, right? You've also seen the photos, and Dr. Mu, you really don't know, Lao Wu

The appearance of his death was as miserable as it was. The whole quilt was covered with spilled vegetable soup and the like, which was sticky and wrinkled. Furthermore, there were many items on his list that smelled very, very strong. It was really...

We have an old saying that you don’t know how to understand”

After Sun Xiangyun finished speaking, Mu immediately took over and said, "You have to spit out the last night's meal, right?"

"Yes, yes, not only the last night's meal, but also the last year's meal can be spit out." Sun Xiangyun said, covering his mouth and shaking his head.

"You said it couldn't be possible that the quilt was so dirty for a day or two. If the nanny doesn't take good care of Lao Wu, the family will always know, right? Who else is taking care of Lao Wu?" Mu asked.

"At night, he is his younger brother, but he is only responsible for sleeping and accompanying him to the toilet. During the day, he is the nanny named Liu Hua. However, the quilt is so dirty. His younger brother and son always know it. Could it be that his son has not visited him for a week?

"I am?" Sun Xiangyun felt very angry when he mentioned Wu Fang.

"Let me make a bold guess, okay?" Mu suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Tell me, what do you want to say?" Sun Xiangyun waved his hand, indicating that Mu didn't need to care, but it didn't matter.

"I just want to say, what if this thing is the same as mine, that is, my wife knows that her husband is having an affair outside, but she doesn't want to admit it, or doesn't want to be exposed. Could Wu Fang also know that the nanny didn't take good care of her?

"Is it possible that this younger brother also knew that the nanny didn't take good care of him and didn't tell her on purpose? He turned a blind eye or there was some reason that we couldn't think of. In short, he just let her take care of Lao Wu carelessly like this." Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Express your doubts.

Sun Xiangyun thought for a while and shook his head, "Haha, Doctor Mu, what you said is quite good. It can be explained by saying that there is no filial son before a long illness. After all, there are people taking care of you, so don't be too particular about taking care of them.

Good or bad, it’s really not that easy to find a nanny now.”

"Hey, that's true." Mu nodded and admitted.

"But when you said that, I thought of something even scarier." Sun Xiangyun looked at the wooden door of the clinic, then stared, his nose, eyes and mouth were all squeezed into a ball, and he waved his right hand slightly.

Asking Mu to come closer, Mu immediately moved his chair towards Sun Xiangyun.

Sun Xiangyun said in a very soft voice, "I was just wondering if Wu Fang knew about this."

Mu didn't speak, just looked at Sun Xiangyun with his mouth, eyes, and nostrils wide open.

Sun Xiangyun quickly waved his hand, "Don't be like this, I'll scare you. Pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it."

This must be the reason why Sun Xiangyun suddenly drove him away after seeing the photo at Sun Xiangyun's house on Tuesday. Mu covered her mouth and nodded.

Sure enough, such thoughts are too torturous. On one side is his best classmate, and on the other side is his classmate's son. No wonder Sun Xiangyun said that he couldn't sleep well these days, and he didn't know whether he was dreaming or half asleep.

His dreams were all about Lao Wu. One moment he said that Lao Wu in the dream pulled him and said, "Don't talk, don't talk."; the next moment he said Lao Wu asked him, "Why don't you help me?

Go call the police”

Now these two conflicting dreams have a reasonable explanation.

That is what Sun Xiangyun has been unwilling to admit. He had already thought of this problem when he saw the photo. This problem was too difficult for him, so he rejected it. His subconscious mind tried to

Escape and allow yourself to live in a state where you don't have this idea at all.

It is very difficult to live a life where some thoughts are blocked, so Sun Xiangyun behaves very strangely. He can neither speak well nor sleep well.

Just like the third stick figure he drew himself, he doesn't want to be a deserter and has no way to become a hero. He is a person trapped in a plastic bag.

The past incident of Lao Wu living in a garbage bag may have formed Sun Xiangyun's understanding of his own situation in this incident.

Sun Xiangyun is currently wearing a plastic bag like this.

He knows the outside world but can't get out. People outside want to help him get out, but he can't let them help.

In this state, people cannot live well, everything is in a state of invisible paralysis, not to mention that this matter seems to involve a huge murder case. Sun Xiangyun knows that as long as the murder of Lao Wu is true, then he

If you hesitate and delay for one day, the elderly around you will suffer for one more day, and one more person may even die from such a syringe.

"I can pretend you didn't say it, I can completely pretend you didn't say it," Mu said seriously.

"Ah, that's good." Sun Xiangyun was like a soldier picking up a gun and about to run away.

"However, you can't pretend that you haven't thought about it, and you can't really do nothing. You just don't know what to do." Mu said.

Sun Xiangyun put his hands on his thighs, pushing them out and pulling them back in frustration, going back and forth, faster and faster, and finally, his legs couldn't help but move.

A quality painter will never shake his legs while sitting, let alone rub his hands back and forth while shaking his legs.
Chapter completed!