Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Seeing that Bai Ningle was the only one coming down, Chu Yao asked casually: "Where is Mu Yiting, is she asking for leave again?"

Since the beginning of school, it has been common for Mu Yiting to take leave, but recently, in order to get into Chu Yao and Bai Ningle's social circle, she now insists on going to class every day.

"She doesn't seem to be feeling well. I think she doesn't look well. I'll tell the teacher after class is over later," Bai Ningle said.

"That's it." Chu Yao said calmly, "I have something to do this afternoon. If she is seriously ill, she still has to go to the campus hospital to see her."

"That's true." Bai Ningle nodded in agreement, "By the way, Yaoyao, you are a Feng Shui master, are there any talismans that can cure all diseases? I saw in the movies that the masters burned the talismans into ashes. Put it in water and people will be fine if they drink it.”

"Even if there is, we have to prescribe the right medicine. I don't know what kind of disease Mu Yiting has." Chu Yao laughed.

However, she still took out a peace charm and said: "Although this cannot cure diseases, wearing it can nourish the mind and calm the mind, and it may be of some use."

"Then I'll bring it to her when I go back at noon." Bai Ningle put the talisman away and put it in his pocket.

The two classes in the morning were over. Chu Yao had lunch in the cafeteria and then got on the bus bound for Anding Hospital in the Imperial Capital.

She thought about it, and although according to the information given by Ling Feng, Qin Wu had lived in a mental hospital for ten years and was not a Feng Shui master who fought with her from afar, she had not seen Qin Wu in person, and she always felt like she was hanging on. A big stone cannot fall to the ground.

After meeting Boss Xu, she became even more suspicious. After all, Boss Xu was a human being in the eyes of ordinary people. Only under her eyes would the rat head on his neck be exposed.

The Anding Hospital where Qin Wu lives is a sanatorium that specializes in treating mental illness. Because the patients often cannot control their emotions and yell, the location was deliberately chosen in the suburbs.

As the car gradually drove towards the terminal, and the scenery outside the window gradually became desolate, Chu Yao looked at the withered and yellow tree crowns, and questions kept popping up in his heart.

Could it be him?

A little old man in his seventies, suffering from severe mental illness, unable to take care of himself at all, and could only be tied to the bed in a restraint every day.

After grandpa left Chenmen, what happened that caused a well-known and decent person to become the Qiming Society today.

Chu Yao's Sky Eye can look back in time, but among those who have personally experienced that change, his grandfather passed away, Qin Wu went crazy, and the last head of the Chen Sect, Lu Qingxue, disappeared.

"Dear passengers, this bus has arrived at the terminal, Didu Anding Hospital. Please take your belongings with you and get off the bus in an orderly manner."

The bus stop announcement forced Chu Yao to stop her racing thoughts. She got off the bus from the back door and saw Anding Hospital across the road at a glance.

The entire building of the hospital can only be described as old and shabby. The style is that of a tube building that was common in the last century. The exterior wall paint has changed to a color between gray and black. Chu Yao can even see a large piece of wall. It's crumbling.

In comparison, the four big characters "Anding Hospital" were painted with red paint, which looked extremely strange.

Walking into the lobby, even the nurse at the front desk was dozing off, which shows that no one usually visits here.

"Little girl, what's the matter?" The nurse tried her best to raise her eyelids, looking indifferent.

"I'm here to visit a grandfather in my family, Qin Wu." Chu Yao said with a slight smile.

"Qin Wu, right? Let me check." The nurse's manicured fingers were flying quickly on the keyboard.

After a while, she glanced at Chu Yao again and asked warily: "Tell me again, who are you, Qin Wu?"

"He's my grandfather's younger brother." Chu Yao replied methodically.

"We don't have anyone named Qin Wu here, but we do have one named Qin Yuwu. Are you sure it's this person?" The nurse pulled out a photo from the computer. It was the thin and demented Qin Wu.

Chu Yao blinked and quickly thought of the excuse: "That's him. My grandfather's name is Qin Yuxian. I usually call him A Wu. I thought his name was Qin Wu."

"Okay, for your grandfather's sake, let's pay him the debt. We owe him three years and eight months, one thousand eight hundred a month, plus medical expenses, eighty-six thousand. You have money. Okay, little girl?" the nurse asked in a bad tone.

"Yes, you can pay 100,000 yuan and put some money in his account." Chu Yao handed over a bank card. She never expected that Qin Wu, who Mr. Ji said valued money as much as his life, was reduced to owing money in the hospital. Payment is made.

He has been in debt for more than three years, but no one cares about him. Besides, this hospital only charges 1,800 yuan a month. How can the medical environment be better?

Either he had no children, or his children had fallen out with him, so he was thrown into this remote and cheap nursing home.

"Auntie, I want to ask, my grandfather said he had children, but didn't he come over to pay him?" Chu Yao asked.

"Yes. His daughter used to pay monthly payments a few years ago, but then she suddenly stopped coming. She must have died."

The nurse directly threw the payment registration book on the table, and Chu Yao flipped through a few pages. As she said, Ms. Qin paid every month in the past few years, and each time she paid tens of thousands.

Flipping further forward, Chu Yao's eyes suddenly darkened, and she looked at the first few pages of the book. That was when Qin Wu was admitted to the hospital ten years ago.

"Auntie, who is this Ms. Lu?"

"She is Qin Yuwu's wife. I have met her a few times before. She is quite charming. I wonder if she was a star on some TV station in the past." The nurse recalled.

"Oh, that's it. What's her name?" Chu Yaoruo asked accidentally.

"Hey, you're asking this, but I can't remember it for the moment. Don't you know the name of your grandfather's sister-in-law?" the nurse asked in confusion.

"My grandfather has been living in the countryside. He has never been to the imperial capital. I don't know what it is called." Chu Yao made it up casually.

The nurse thought hard for a while and said, "Let me think about it for you. It seems to be called... Qinxue or something like that. It probably sounds like this."

It's Lu Qingxue.

Chu Yao's eyes were dark. She had never thought that Lu Qingxue and Qin Wu had such a relationship.

"I understand, thank you auntie, can I go up and see Grandpa Yuwu?" Chu Yao asked with a smile.

"Go ahead, third floor, 303. I won't stop you, but we get off work at p.m." the nurse warned.

The nursing fees here are cheap, so the nurses naturally don't care. When Chu Yao went up, the door of 303 room was wide open, and Qin Wu was wearing restraints and locked firmly on the hospital bed.

Chu Yao walked directly in, and when she approached Qin Wu, Qin Wu only smiled at her stupidly, and his saliva even dripped onto the hospital gown.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Yao opened his eyes.

A familiar sense of chaos came over, and the memory was split into countless fragments. Each piece was like a mirror, reflecting Chu Yao's own face.

Those fragments contained complicated and huge information, but Chu Yao unexpectedly discovered that she couldn't understand the words written in the information at all!