The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 18 Strange Woman

The woman suddenly bent down, holding the railing tightly with both hands, her body shaking violently and uncontrollably, as if she was retching.

The people around her moved away, leaving her a large space.

Fu Yuan was also pushed a few times by the panicked crowd.

An old lady sitting in the love seat fumbled to pull out a long red plastic bag from the bag, and asked the female student next to her to pass it to her from a distance.

The pickpocket who was about to steal was shocked, as if he didn't expect that the woman would start to scam him before he even made a move.

He raised his hands high and shouted at Fu Yuan: "You saw it, I didn't touch her, she became like this on her own, it has nothing to do with me!"

After shouting, he hurriedly pushed through the crowd, rushed out of the car through the back door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The driver saw the noise in the rearview mirror, looked back, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

The woman retched into the plastic bag. After a few retches, she heard a "splashing" sound and the pungent sour smell of gastrointestinal digestive fluid quickly spread throughout the car.

Changing the angle, Fu Yuan was able to see the woman's face clearly. Her face was pale and her lips were dry, and her lips were cracked due to lack of water.

She didn't look as pretty as she had looked from the back. Her eye sockets were slightly sunken, and even with the gouache, her skin looked dull.

"Is there a doctor? Or a medical student here?"

Someone in the car shouted anxiously.

The driver looked at the woman's condition and stopped the car, hesitant. "Are you okay? How about I call 120 for you, and you wait here for help?"

The woman was speechless at this time and vomited a few times. She had no strength left and collapsed on the handrail.

"Or can you hold on a little longer? The next stop is the Central Hospital." Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the driver asked again.

The woman nodded weakly.

Fu Yuan went forward to check and saw two lines of blood under the woman's nose. Bruise spots could be vaguely seen under her high collar, which looked quite horrifying.

"Are you feeling better?" She felt in her pocket, squatted down and handed her a small packet of paper, the kind that cost one dollar a packet in the convenience store, brand new.

The woman took the paper, tore open the cover, pulled out a page, wiped it roughly on the corners of her mouth and nose, and smiled weakly at her: "Much better... Thank you so much."

"It's just a piece of cake." Fu Yuan shook his head and turned to her and asked softly, "Why are you like this all of a sudden?"

She noticed that the woman seemed to be wearing too many clothes. Even though it was cold, she didn't need to wear a sweater and a coat.

For some reason, she remembered the man who went downstairs behind her when she left the hotel. He was also dressed very warmly.

The woman did not answer immediately. She glanced at Fu Yuan for a few times. He was dressed simply but neatly and cleanly.

She hesitated for a moment and put the unused packet of paper into her bag.

"I don't know why I suddenly had a fever yesterday, and I haven't been feeling well this morning either." The woman seemed to have recovered, but her voice was still weak. "I had a few bites of biscuits at noon, and I've been feeling nauseous. I'm thinking of going to the hospital..."

Fu Yuan noticed a familiar blue gift box in her bag, the same style she received when she left the hotel, so he continued to ask, "Did you rest at the Sea Play Hotel at noon?"

The woman was a little surprised and said with a wry smile, "Have you seen me?"

Fu Yuan nodded and asked her, "Where's your daughter? She's about three or four years old and this tall." She gestured in the air.

"Cough...her elder brother is taking care of her, cough cough." The woman coughed a few times, as if she was going to cough out her lungs. Fu Yuan quickly told her to stop talking.

Her elder brother?
Fu Yuan was a little surprised to see another person. She had always thought this was a family of three traveling, but it seemed that was not the case.

Judging from what she said, the eldest brother should be quite old, at least an adult.

And there were more than two children who died.

Fu Yuan looked at the woman carefully. She looked very haggard now, but her eyebrows, eyes and bones were very beautiful. It was obvious that she was a beauty in the past.

She is not very old, about 25 years old, and seems to be a thoughtful person, not like someone from a wealthy family.

……

We have arrived at the Central Hospital Station.

Fu Yuan followed the woman out of the car.

"Let me accompany you. I'm fine." She explained softly and stepped forward to support him.

Fu Yuan stretched out his right hand, passed it through the woman's armpit, and with a little force on his arm, he pulled the woman's soft and weak body to his side. His left hand held the woman's lower back, with his palm against her back.

As the two of them made physical contact, Fu Yuan could feel that the woman's body temperature was slightly high, and her fever probably had not subsided yet.

Since she didn't refuse, Fu Yuan assumed she agreed and went with her. "I was having lunch at the Changwan Sea Restaurant this afternoon and heard you tell the police that your... husband couldn't have committed suicide. Can you tell me why?"

The woman's face was bitter, but not sad at all. She was much better now than she was in the car, but still very weak. Her voice was a little disdainful: "Heh... He's such a playboy, how could he possibly commit suicide?"

Fu Yuan had already thought of this, so he was not surprised.

Perhaps she had a good impression of Fu Yuan, so the woman continued, "He told me he was going to have breakfast..."

At this point, the woman paused, as if reminiscing, yet also somewhat helpless: "I knew he wasn't honest, but I wasn't feeling well, so I ignored him. Who would have thought that the next time we met, we would be separated by life and death... cough cough..."

At the end of his speech, he began to cough uncontrollably.

Fu Yuan supported her and waited quietly by the side.

She doesn't like to help patients breathe smoothly when they cough, or say things like "Don't be impatient, go slowly". In her opinion, that is silently urging the patients to get better soon.

After coughing for about half a minute, the woman moved the paper in her hand away, and Fu Yuan saw some bloodstains on it.

"How long have you been ill?" Fu Yuan asked in a low voice.

When the woman saw the blood, she was slightly stunned and seemed a little surprised.

She shook her head, her face pale. "I've always been in good health. I had a physical examination a week ago and nothing was wrong. But after returning to the hotel yesterday, I had an inexplicable fever and loss of appetite... cough cough... I couldn't stand it anymore today, so I thought of coming to the hospital. Who knew I couldn't even get a taxi..."

The two of them walked and talked, and as they spoke later, her voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

Fu Yuan felt the body leaning on him getting heavier and heavier. Not far ahead was the hospital.

She turned her head and saw that the woman had tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell on her.

Fu Yuan quickly laid the woman flat on the ground and ran towards the hospital entrance, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Doctor, doctor—"

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