Chapter 37: Commission: Desperate Housewives

　　The thin body looked very thin under the white sheets, his face pale, and he exuded a strong life.
　　 This should be the delegator of this task, the body of this task.
　　Qingu did not continue to watch the tugging of those people. In the face of interest, all kinds of faces will be encountered, and the difference between people is that some have a bottom line, but some do not.
　　 Let's hurry up and enter the client's body.
　　 It seems that the client is newly dead. Being able to enter one minute earlier means taking control of the body one minute earlier, which is of great benefit to subsequent physical recovery and to reverse the situation.
　　Qinya thought about the scene where the soul and body merged last time, and it took one or two months of hard work to barely move around.
　　 But the client in front of me obviously didn't have such a good condition as the previous one. The men and women in the ward who were entangled with the nurses and doctors knew that they were related to the client.
　　 It should be preventing the doctor from rescuing the client... Judging from this situation, his living environment is definitely not much better.
　　 Well, otherwise this commission would not be called a "desperate housewife".
　　 Just as Qingu's soul slowly entered the client's body, a slight electric current suddenly came from his left wrist.
　　 My heart moved, Wisdom?
　　 At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in the consciousness: soul fusion, consuming energy ten soul spirit stones.
　　 agree? /Refuse?
　　Qingu smiled bitterly after listening.
　　 It turns out that the brain can help the soul merge with the body of the client, but it needs a soul stone.
As a shrewd businessman, Qingu couldn't help but calculate an account in his mind: The space shuttle in the space-time hut used 20 soul spirit stones, and now soul fusion uses another ten... That is to say, such a commissioned task is for As far as the tasker and the shopkeeper are concerned, at least thirty soul stones are needed.
　　 If the space-time hut is far away from the world of the client, just like last time, only the energy of 50 soul spirit stones would be needed for the time and space shuttle, plus other... just the cost would require hundreds of soul spirit stones.
　　 If you can’t earn merit in the client world, it’s simply losing money.
　　 No wonder when the soul transfer station, those firms demanded 100 soul stones for compensation.
　　 For most souls, there is no merit in life, even if the excess is greater than the merit, it is good to have dozens of soul stones.
　　 Hundreds of merit points...Even if Qingu did so many good deeds in his original life, wouldn't it only have more than one hundred merit points in the end?
　　 Therefore, this kind of counterattack that reverses life is impossible unless it is a mine...well, people with great merit have the capital, otherwise, it is simply impossible.
　　 Thinking about it, Qin Gu thought of the soul transfer station again. Those offices only need ten or even a few soul stones to attack life. How did it do it?
　　 These thoughts just flashed through in consciousness, withdrawing thoughts.
　　Qingu did not hesitate to agree to Zhinao's suggestion.
　　Because she still has 16 soul stones left, within her own range.
　　Secondly, the current situation of the client is not optimistic. It is more important to control the body as soon as possible.
　　 Again, instead of spending a few months to recover the body, it is better to use these months to change the situation of the client and earn as much merit as possible.
　　Qinya just sent out the "agree" idea, and he felt a string of electric current starting from his left wrist and flowing all over his body instantly.
　　 Immediately afterwards, Qingu was able to perceive everything outside through the body of the client, and completely controlled the body.
　　 So fast, worthy of the price of ten soul stones.
　　 It’s just that this body is too weak, as if it’s been hollowed out.
　　Qingu tried to open his eyes and sat up with a strong support.
　　 The infusion stand fell to the ground, the cabinet was overturned, and the next bed was in the center, and the room was in a mess.
　　 Qingu looked down at the back of his hand, dipped in adhesive tape, leaving only a large pinhole and blood stains, thinking that the needle was forcibly torn off.
　　 Two nurses stood in the side of Qingu, on the other side, a dozen people huddled together, yelling, grabbing, beating...
　　 There are three women in their 50s and 60s who are very powerful in combat. They knocked down a few medical staff and rushed towards Qingu frantically.
　　 There are two other old men in their sixties who roar louder than ever.
　　 "No rescue is allowed, if you say no, you are not allowed"
　　 "Do you know this is the murder?"
　　 "This is our housework, it's your business"
　　 "You don't need money for rescue? Nobody's money is from the wind..."
　　 "Your hospital knows how to pit money, not to spit out bones"
　　 There is also a middle-aged man who looks a little younger, grabbing a doctor’s hair, and hitting it the ground.
　　 yelled while hitting: "I told you to hit my mother, I told you to hit my mother..."
　　 "Let go, let go, believe it or not, call the police"
　　 "Call the police. If you have the ability, you can report it. Today, even if I am the king of heaven, I am not afraid. Do you treat the elderly like this? Do you understand..."
　　 "They were the ones who hindered saving people, and were your first hands..."
　　 "You are called murder, you will be punished"
　　 "Retribution? What kind of retribution? Those of you who cannibalize people without spitting out bones will suffer retribution."
　　 "The police have already called the police, this is the hospital ward, UU reading www.uukavanshu.com are all out..."
　　 "……"
　　 Following Qin Gu's gaze swept across these people one by one, she felt a faint mist in her sight.
　　 is like the three-dimensional screen projected from the brain in the void before.
　　 Then, when she first moved to these people, the three screens showed the corresponding person's name, age, and relationship with the client.
　　 Lu Wenhua, female, 56 years old, mother-in-law of client
　　 Lou Jiaying, male, 61 years old, the client's father-in-law.
　　 Lu Wenying, female, 59 years old, aunt of the client (male)
　　 Lu Wenqin, female, 52 years old, aunt of the client (male)
　　 Lou Baogui, male, 35 years old, client husband
　　...There are also a large group of doctors and nurses.
　　Qingu watched this farce faintly, she felt that she was so hungry now that she wanted to eat.
　　 But obviously, no one can feed her in such a scene.
　　 The ward was so smoggy, don't block the door, she can't get out at all.
　　 She looked around, and there was not even a mobile phone around.
　　 By the way, a lady nurse said that she had called the police.
　　 So, let's wait for the police officer to come and let everything calm down.
　　 So, Qingu sat up like a corpse, and then lay down again, conserving energy, listening to the quarrel in the room quietly, and slowly sorting out the client's affairs and the next response.
　　The client is called Yuan Ying, 32 years old.
　　Qingu's doubts in his heart is that the client has become like this, obviously it will not happen in a short time.
　　 What happened to her that she finally died in the hospital bed?