I use ghosts as cash machines

Did Chapter 2 reveal the truth?

I finally failed to climb out.

Just when I climbed to the door and was only one step away from the door of the ward, the door opened.

My mother's figure appeared in front of me.

I quickly realized the inappropriateness of my behavior.

The daughter who had been in a coma for 6 months suddenly woke up. The mother came to the reunion with great excitement. When she opened the door, she saw her daughter crawling on the cold tile floor.

After all, I am not a mother, so I don’t know what she was thinking, but my mother squatted on the ground without any hesitation, hugged me, and burst into tears.

I hugged her tremblingly with my weak arms.

I don’t know why, but I seem to be able to touch my mother’s thin body through the thick clothes, and the bones wrapped in that soft body——

It's hurting my hand.

My tears fell immediately.

It has only been half a year. In my impression, my mother is still a slightly plump middle-aged woman with a happy family, a loving husband and wife, and a daughter...that is, me. Although she has always been fucked by her because of her studies. She had a lot of worries, but she performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to University A, which also earned her a lot of face in front of her relatives at home.

Obviously... obviously that summer, she was so radiant, and the whole family was immersed in the excitement that I was admitted to a good university.

She obviously has long black hair, and the ends of her hair are always permed into nice curls, but now she has short hair, black mixed with dazzling white.

It was obvious that she originally had a slightly rounded oval face, but the outline of her chin now resting on my shoulder made my heart ache.

Obviously...

My hands were filled with strength for some reason, and I held my mother tightly in my arms.

……

Mom left. She came in a hurry, so she didn’t bring anything with her.The doctor said that although I woke up, there was no guarantee that there would be no blood clots or the like because I had been in bed for so long, so I still needed to do a full-body examination.

In addition, since I was lying down for 6 months, my muscles have also atrophied to a certain extent, so I still need rehabilitation training before I can walk normally.

I glanced at this ghost with my peripheral vision, trying to secretly observe what he was doing.

He did nothing, just stared at the closed window silently, and occasionally opened the window.

But after all, he is not an entity, just a soul, so he is destined to be unable to open that window.

It seems... nothing special, even a little pitiful.

I couldn't even open a window.

Yes, that's it, when you can't see these things, make money, study hard, and pay off the loan.Just pretend it's invisible.

I thought so, but when a doctor came to check the ward, I couldn't help but want to help the ghost who couldn't even open the window.

"Can you open the window for me? I feel a little stuffy."

The doctor smiled and nodded: "Of course."

The window opened, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room. I took advantage of the situation and lay down, shrinking into the thick quilt.

"Hey, if you just open the window like this, won't the little girl get cold?"

I replied: "It's okay, I'm not cold."

"Huh? What's going on?"

I didn’t know why the doctor would ask such a question, so I casually replied: “What’s going on?”

"I said, what's wrong with you little girl? Can you hear me?"

A bad premonition arose from the bottom of my heart, and I suddenly realized that although this voice also belonged to a middle-aged man, it was still a little different from the doctor's.

Moreover, the doctor always calls me patient Su Cancan, "little girl"...it seems that it is not something that a doctor can say.

I cautiously poked my head out from under the quilt uneasily and looked at the slightly frowning doctor beside the bed.

Doctor: "Who are you talking to?"

It seemed that all the blood in my body rushed to my mind in an instant. I held my breath and moved my eyes towards the window little by little——

If you weren't a doctor...

Who else could it be?
Suddenly, the person who was supposed to be beside the bed suddenly appeared in front of me, staring straight at me with one solitary eye, as if he was sizing up some interesting prey - all the muscles in my body seemed to be contracting at this moment, My brain was working rapidly, and I tried my best to pretend that I didn't see anything. I took out my mobile phone from the quilt, looked past the ghost in front of me, and shook the mobile phone at the doctor:
"I...I'm sending a voice message to my friend. Nothing happened."

The doctor nodded clearly, then turned and left the ward.

Now, the only thing left in this ward is——

I.

and a ghost.

I tucked my whole body into the quilt and forced myself to close my eyes. My body was still shaking uncontrollably. This didn't work.

There will be many similar scenes like this in the future, and I must overcome my inner fear.

I kept adjusting my breathing and giving myself psychological hints:
Even if he could see it, so what, he couldn't do anything else except scare me.

I don’t know whether it was because I was too tired after being frightened many times, or whether the psychological suggestion played a role, and I actually fell asleep like this.

When I woke up again, my parents appeared in my ward together.

Of course the ghost is also in this room.

……

"Cancan, you're awake... You didn't move at all after the car accident. We almost thought we would never hear you call us mom and dad again..."

I was sitting in a wheelchair, my father was pushing me around, and my mother was following me.

There was a ghost in the ward that really scared me, so I asked my mother to push me out for a walk on the pretext that I wanted to come out for a breather. But I didn't expect that the scene after I came out made me tremble even more.

In the corridors of this hospital, in wards with open doors, in the corners of stairwells, and even on the ceiling, there are strange souls and broken limbs...

I thought I was escaping, but I didn't expect that I would end up in jail.

I couldn't breathe and simply closed my eyes.

"Cancan, what's wrong? Are you tired? Do you want to go back and lie down?" My mother asked me in a gentle voice.

"I want to go out and get some sunshine. I'm a little bored."

"Yeah, okay." Mom turned the wheelchair and walked towards the exit of the hospital.

Actually, it’s not because I’m bored, but because I see no ghosts under the sun.

Sure enough, under the light of the sun, all dark things will be avoided.

The warm winter sun shone on my body, and I suddenly had the idea of ​​confessing everything.

These are my parents. Even if I tell them that I can see ghosts, they will probably understand me and won't lock me up as a lunatic.

But saying this seems to make my parents worry about me...

I was torn back and forth between whether to speak or not. Unexpectedly, my mother spoke first.

"Cancan, although you have just woken up, there is something I still want to tell you."

I looked at the tangled expressions on my parents' faces and motioned for her to continue.

"Our family...is bankrupt..."

My eyes widened.

"After you had a car accident, you spent a lot of money on surgery, and your condition was not very stable in the first few months. You have been living in the ICU. The truck that hit you did not have insurance, and the driver drove red because he was tired. Deng is also a poor man and cannot afford your treatment.

I couldn't just watch you leave, so your father and I sold the house together, and then borrowed loans. In addition to bank loans, there were also loan sharks and the like. Now the compound interest has exceeded 100 million... …”

Although I was mentally prepared, when I actually heard the specific numbers, my breath still froze.

100 million.

There is also usurious interest.

Our family is just an ordinary working-class family. The combined monthly income of my parents does not exceed 2. How can we repay so much money?

……

(End of this chapter)