I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Qin Shang saw a pair of peeping eyes in the mirror above his head.

He looked back suddenly, but the man disappeared.

Those eyes seemed familiar.

While thinking, Qin Shang's face was turned back.

Fang Zhongjing asked in a low voice, "Don't you like this name?"

Qin Shang broke free from the shackles, and said coldly: "Whatever..."

Anyway, the child belongs to Fang Zhongjing, and he can take whatever he likes.

Fang Zhongjing stared at Qin Shang for a moment, then turned to the master and said, "Change your name."

The master said: "Then I will do a new calculation for you."

Fang Zhongjing held down the master's hand that drew back the paper.

Fang Zhongjing said: "No need, change the yang in the middle of the name."

The master wondered, "What does Young Master Fang want to change to?"

Fang Zhongjing said: "Fang Qinze..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang turned his head to look at Fang Zhongjing.

There was something in those eyes that he couldn't understand.

Without waiting for the master to recalculate, Qin Shang said, "Why do you want to change?"

Fang Zhongjing raised the corner of his mouth, "This way we will be bound together for the rest of our lives."

Qin Shang cursed crazy in his heart.

After recalculating, the master said: "The effect is slightly worse, but the impact is not great."

So the child's name was decided and changed to Fang Qinze.

Fang Zhongjing was very satisfied, and sealed a big red envelope to the master before leaving.

The master gratefully took it and sent the two of them to the door.

The feeling of being watched emerged again. Qin Shang stopped and looked back. There were people coming and going on the street, and he didn't see any strange people.

Seeing him looking around, Fang Zhongjing asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Shang came back to his senses, ignored him, and returned to the car.

It wasn't until he got in the car that the strange feeling of being stared at by burning eyes completely disappeared.

Fang Zhongjing's eyes darkened slightly, and his eyes turned around. At this moment, his cell phone rang.

The other end of the phone said: "Young Master Fang, Immortal Weng is dying."

During this period of time, Weng Xianren stayed in the hospital, and his health deteriorated, until today he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Fang Zhongjing's voice was calm, "Let his wife take care of the funeral, and the person sent to monitor will return."

The bodyguard hesitated: "But Weng Xianren said that he wants to see Qin Shang."

Fang Zhongjing looked at Qin Shang in the car through the car window, pondered for a moment, and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, they came to a people's hospital in the suburbs.

Pushing open the door of the ward, the dreary room was filled with the atmosphere of dying, the curtains were closed tightly, and there was no light.

Weng Xianren was lying on the bed, with white hair all over his head, skinny and black cheeks, coughing hoarsely and dryly.

His wife was standing by the bed, weeping.

Hearing footsteps approaching the bed, Weng Xianren said weakly, "Is it Fang Shao and the child?"

The old woman wiped her tears, "Yes..."

Weng Xianren said: "You go out for a while, I will talk to them."

The old woman hesitated to speak, but got up and left.

Weng Xianren spoke with difficulty, "Young Master Fang, you should be satisfied now."

Fang Zhongjing said indifferently: "This is what you deserve."

If there hadn't been Weng Xianren's words to replace the dead ghost, the relationship between him and Qin Shang wouldn't have come to the point of life and death.

Weng Xianren nodded again and again, "Yes, this is my retribution."

Fang Zhongjing lowered his head and turned the watch in his hand, "Don't worry, this matter will be over when you die."

The implication is that Weng Xianren's wife will not be involved.

The boulder that Weng Xianren hung in his heart finally fell, and he said in a trembling voice, "Thank you Fang Shao..."

The matter here is over, Weng Xianren said again: "Young Master Fang, I want that child to say a few words alone."

Qin Shang stood where he was, with no expression of surprise.Fang Zhongjing looked at the two of them, "Is there anything I can't listen to?"

Qin Shang went to the hospital bed and sat down, said lightly: "You go out..."

Fang Zhongjing frowned slightly, just at this time the phone rang, it was a call from the hospital, and he left the room.

The atmosphere was quiet and lifeless.

Weng Xianren stretched out his hand from under the quilt, touched Qin Shang tremblingly, grabbed his wrist, and said in a voice like an old tree trunk leaking wind, "Son, don't forget what you promised me earlier."

Qin Shang nodded, "Don't worry, I will do what I say."

In fact, there was a scene that was missed that night in Xianrenju.

Qin Shang proposed to let Jiang Qiao take the place of the dead ghost, but Weng Xianren didn't want to lie and kill him, so he rejected Qin Shang's request.

Weng Xianren said: "I can't make the same mistake again and again."

He has been tortured by that lie for more than 20 years, and now he is finally free, and he is unwilling to continue to make mistakes.

Qin Shang picked up the fruit knife on the table, the smooth blade reflected his sickly face, and said in a low voice, "Since you don't want to, then I have no choice but to kill you first and then commit suicide."

Weng Xianren is near the end of his life, but his wife is in good health.

He would not be willing to let the two bear this mistake together.

Sure enough, for the sake of his wife, Weng Xianren finally agreed to Qin Shang to accompany him to finish the play.

The condition is that after his death, Qin Shang will help take care of his wife.

Qin Shang agreed.

Weng Xianren firmly held Qin Shang's hand, and said with difficulty: "My child, I am the one who is sorry for you."

Qin Shang looked down at him and didn't speak.

Weng Xianren paused every word, panting, "My wife, I'll leave it to you."

After speaking, his cloudy pupils suddenly shrank, and he gradually let go of Qin Shang's hand, then tilted his head, and lost his breath.

Weng Xianren died.

Qin Shang sat quietly beside the bed for a long time, until a pair of hands embraced him from behind.

Seeing her lover die, the old woman outside the door rushed to the hospital bed, screaming heart-piercingly.

The room was quickly flooded with painful cries.

The sharp sound pierced into the nerves and spread from the limbs little by little, causing unbearable pain in the stomach. Qin Shang went out of the room, squatted in the corner and vomited.

Qin Shang stood up unsteadily, and was supported by Fang Zhongjing.

Qin Shang suddenly said: "She cried so sadly."

Fang Zhongjing took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Qin Shang's mouth, "Of course I will be sad after being with you for decades."

Qin Shang looked up at Fang Zhongjing, "Then what if I'm dead?"

The two looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.

After a while, Fang Zhongjing said: "You will not die, I will let the doctor cure you."

Qin Shang smiled, "What if it can't be cured?"

Fang Zhongjing didn't speak.

Qin Shang suddenly leaned over, showing a sly smile, "I'm dead, how about you and the child come down to accompany me?"

Fang Zhongjing didn't answer the question, "If I don't allow you to die, you won't die."

Qin Shang thought to himself, Fang Zhongjing thought that he was the king of hell who controlled life and death.

Back at the hospital, the doctor asked Fang Zhongjing to go to the office.

Calculating the time, the second period of chemotherapy is about to start.

Qin Shang guessed that the two probably wanted to talk about it.

Qin Shang sat beside the hospital bed, touched the top of his head, and a few black hairs fell on the palm of his hand.

If you keep falling like this, you will become bald sooner or later.

Qin Shang sighed, rumpled his hair into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Not long after, Fang Zhongjing came back.

Qin Shang stared at Fang Zhongjing without speaking, waiting for him to speak.

Fang Zhongjing put the medical examination report on the cabinet, "The test results came out, and he was not infected with AIDS."

It was only then that Qin Shang remembered that there was such a thing.

He glanced at the result column on the report, and it turned out to be negative.

what a pity.

Originally, he wanted to donate to Fang Zhongjing the cemetery that was bought for him.

Qin Shang looked at the report as an eyesore, and crumpled it into a ball in his hand, "Did the doctor say anything else?"

"Of course there is..."

Qin Shang looked up at Fang Zhongjing, waiting for him to continue.

Fang Zhongjing sat on the edge of the hospital bed and slowed down his voice, "The doctor said that the effect of the first-stage chemotherapy is very good."

Qin Shang looked at Fang Zhongjing's face, he always had an unfathomable expression, he really couldn't tell if he was lying or not.

That night, Qin Shang's mouth was filled with bitter water, and he kept vomiting, no matter how much painkiller he took, it was useless.

Fang Zhongjing pressed the call bell and called the doctor over.

Seeing this, the doctor was helpless.

He whispered, "Young Master Fang, this patient will experience pain and vomiting."

What's more, the effect of the first-stage chemotherapy is not good, and it is expected to have uncomfortable symptoms.

Seeing that Fang Zhongjing's face became more and more ugly, the doctor had no choice but to call a nurse and give Qin Shang an injection of painkiller.

The people on the bed gradually became quiet.

It was late at night, so quiet that I could hear the chirping of cicadas outside.

Qin Shang looked at the ceiling, blushing from the pain on his face, and suddenly said: "Fang Zhongjing, since you believe in the master so much, please invite a master to show me."

Fang Zhongjing looked at him, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Qin Shang's eyes turned to Fang Zhongjing, "As the old saying goes, go to the doctor in a hurry."

Fang Zhongjing narrowed his eyes, "Didn't you not believe this before?"

The corners of Qin Shang's lips curled up, "Didn't you say it, I'd rather believe it, there is no loss in trying anyway."

Fang Zhongjing did not express his opinion.

He called the cleaner to clean up the mess on the ground, and said after a while: "The doctor will cure you, don't think about it."

Qin Shang refused to accept this, and sneered, "I'm not asking for your opinion, anyway, I've already made my decision."

Fang Zhongjing frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll make arrangements for you."

Qin Shang shook his head, "I can't trust you, I want to contact you myself."

After Fang Zhongjing was driven away, Qin Shang searched the news on the Internet with his mobile phone. There was a famous local master who was said to be very effective in fortune-telling.

Having suffered from Weng Xianren, Fang Zhongjing will only believe him now if he finds such a well-known person.

Qin Shang spent a little effort, and finally found the contact information of the master's assistant, and dialed it.

Three days later, the master came to the hospital.

The master was wearing a long robe, full of vigor and immortal demeanor, reminiscent of the ancients.

When Fang Zhongjing heard the news, the master was chatting with Qin Shang.

Qin Shang handed out his slender wrist, "Master, do the math for me, how long I can live."

The master said inscrutably: "It's a matter of heaven, and it must not be leaked."

Qin Shang felt a little regretful, "Then what can you count?"

The master said: "You give me the horoscope, and I can calculate your family, wealth, studies, career, marriage, fortune, personality, and life pattern for you."

These are not what Qin Shang wants.

He shook his head, "My disease can't be cured anyway, does Master have a good solution?"

The master hesitated and said, "You are already healing."

Qin Shang smiled, "It's just that it doesn't work, so I asked Master for help."

The master pondered for a moment, "There is an ancient recipe, you can try it, but this will only work if the closest people do it."

Fang Zhongjing, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "What ancient prescription?"

The master looked at Qin Shang, then at Fang Zhongjing, and said truthfully, "Cut your wrists to draw blood..."

Pay attention to the review, the title of this chapter is revenge, so what the master said is false, and cutting the wrist to draw blood is also false...

This method was thought up by Qin Shang in order to revenge Fang Zhongjing, it is not advisable, please don't take it seriously! ! !

After all, the central theme is superstition, so of course we have to use superstition to get revenge to the end...

If Fang Gou agrees to take blood, deduct 1, and if you don’t agree, deduct 2

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