As soon as the competition ended, Zhao Wenxin was taken to the special care unit of the Hainan Transit Station. The most advanced medical methods and the gangster's top healing pills quickly cured dozens of wounds on Zhao Wenxin's body, but her loss of vitality and potential was irreparable to the pills.

The most serious thing is that Zhao Wenxin's severely injured soul has entered the state of turtle breath. Zhao Wenxin, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, was like a soulless person, without any soul fluctuations.

Listening to the sound of various instruments, Guan Hua sat quietly on the sofa in the ward, holding his hands together and pressing his forehead, frowned and wondering how to awaken Zhao Wenxin's deep sleeping soul.

According to the definition of Western medicine, Zhao Wenxin is currently a vegetable state. The elders' diagnosis of Zhao Wenxin is: the living dead man whose life energy is exhausted and his soul temporarily hides into the sea of ​​consciousness. Although Zhao Wenxin is not dead, her silent soul may be attracted by the Yellow Spring Channel at any time.

Guan Hua tried to communicate with Zhao Wenxin with his mental power, but failed. He could not enter Zhao Wenxin's closed sea of ​​consciousness, let alone communicate with her. Guan Hua's injuries have recovered under the warmth of the spiritual power of life, so he would pass the spiritual power of life into Zhao Wenxin's body every hour. Although he knew that this would be useless, Guan Hua could only do these things for her at this moment.

After rubbing his face, Guan Hua sat next to the hospital bed, looking at Zhao Wenxin who was asleep quietly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "As long as you live, there is hope. Living is better than anything else."

Picking up Zhao Wenxin's slender hand, Guan Hua put it on his face and rubbed it gently. Then, the extremely pure spiritual power of life slowly passed from Guan Hua's body into Zhao Wenxin's meridians through the two hands holding each other.

The damage caused by the spiritual power of Chispanye to Zhao Wenxin has been basically cured, but Guan Hua still hopes to completely remove it from the remnants hidden deep in her meridians. A perfect recovery of the body without any hidden injuries will help Zhao Wenxin's soul revival. Guan Hua stubbornly thinks this.

After a stick of incense, a white halo began to flow into Zhao Wenxin's body, which was a unique manifestation of the saturation of the spiritual power of life in her body. After stopping the transmission of spiritual power, Guan Hua held Zhao Wenxin's hand, looked at her quietly, and watched the spiritual power of life slowly dissipate in Zhao Wenxin's body.

Yes, Zhao Wenxin, whose soul is silent, will not even absorb spiritual power independently. No matter how pure the spiritual power is, it will dissipate between the world when it reaches her meridians. Guan Hua is worried about feeling Zhao Wenxin's current badness.

Dong, Dongdong-

There was a knock on the door outside, and Guan Hua stuffed Zhao Wenxin's hand into the white quilt, turned around and opened the door.

Deputy District Mayor Tian Nannan looked at Guan Hua with a complicated expression and slowly raised the box in his hand.

Guan Hua gave him a bitter smile and asked, "What is this?"

"I know it is a bit unsuitable to hand it over to you now. However, this is something Wenxin specially entrusted to me. She said that no matter what the outcome of this battle ends, she must hand it over to you as soon as possible. So..." Tian Nannan looked a little strange and looked at Guan Hua apologetically. In a sense, this is Zhao Wenxin's relics. Although she was not dead, it is always a bit unlucky, inappropriate, and inhumane to hand it over to Guan Hua at this time.

"Thank you, District Mayor Tian." Guan Hua understood Tian Nannan's feelings, took the box and gave him a smile.

Looking at Zhao Wenxin through the crack in the door, Tian Nannan nodded at Guan Hua, and left without saying anything. However, at the end of the corridor, Tian Nannan could not help but sigh.

Guan Hua closed the door with the heavy box in his arms, returned to the sofa, placed the box on his legs, and slowly lifted the lid.

This is a square box of 40 cm in length, with a thick stack of bound contracts placed underneath, and the top is Zhao Wenxin's cell phone and a letter she wrote to Guan Hua.

"Guan Hua. When you saw this letter, I might have left this world. If I hadn't died, I would have been seriously injured. Haha, you must be very sad, right? Fool. Fool Guan Hua...I love you." Guan Hua covered his mouth, sadness hit his heart, tears in his eyes rolling around his eyes.

"Thank you for coming to my life, bringing me a different life, and bringing me the hope of fulfilling my dreams. Before I meet you, I won't laugh because I can't laugh. What I think most every day is to practice and become stronger and stronger. I want to become the strongest person in the younger generation of the Zhao family. This is my dream and my nightmare, so I often wake up in a quiet night and practice madly. When I was in a daze, I suddenly remember the disappointment in my father's eyes and my mother sighed helplessly. So, my soul reveals indifference, just like the world is indifferent to me. Yes, I am a person abandoned by my parents, and I have been young since I was a child. Sorry, at the beginning of my acquaintance, I also transferred this indifference to you."

"But I didn't bully you on purpose, it was the master who asked me to do this. Really, you have to believe me. Hehe, I really want to thank you. When I hit you, I was filled with joy. I didn't think about anything, just bullying you. And, do you know? When I first met, when you asked me if I wanted to enlarge my breasts, I realized that I was a little woman. Now, I think about it, my life is really messy. Let me think about it carefully. By the way, by the way, do I remember the first time I went to the hospital to find you. It was my first time wearing makeup and imitating the woman in the movie. When I remembered your stupid look at you at that time, I was so happy, and I had been happy for a long time."

Guan Hua couldn't stand it anymore, so he closed the letter and shed tears. The past was vivid in his mind. He thought that Zhao Wenxin, who was like a goddess, had never cared about those trivial things, but now he realized that Zhao Wenxin was still a little woman in her bones, a little woman who pretended to be strong and actually needed to be loved well.

"If I had discovered it earlier, would you be happier than now?" Guan Hua asked with admiration at the sleeping Zhao Wenxin.

"Guan Hua, your appearance disrupted my life. Your strong rise gave me the hope of winning. I never thought that standing by a person can fulfill my dream. Sometimes, the feeling you give me is so magical and so fascinating. Oh, I said a lot before I knew it. It seems that I still have a lot of attachment to this world. Guan Hua, don't cry for me, I know it's not good. When I found you in Bermuda, my heart was broken. You should look at me now, just like I looked at you at that time, right? I really want to hug you again. Thank you Guan Hua, thank you for warming my world. Thank you Guan Hua, thank you for making me fall in love with you."

"Zhao Wenxin, you fool, can you wake up and beat me up again? Zhao Wenxin! Zhao Wenxin! Zhao... Wenxin..." Guan Hua walked to Zhao Wenxin's bedside with the box, roared at her, roared at her, and shed tears at her. Zhao Wenxin's suicide note was full of attachment to this world, full of love for Guan Hua. The farewell filled with affection deeply tear the softest part of Guan Hua's heart.

"Guan Hua, please take good care of yourself. Please take good care of my children. They are more miserable than us. You must be curious, why do I need so much money? Dangdang, now the answer is revealed. I am the mother of more than 100,000 African black children. They are all struggling on the brink of death. They are all poor people abandoned by their parents and the world. Open my phone and you can find my agent. If possible, please continue to help me take good care of them. Wenxin, love you. The best man."

"I won't take care of them! If you want to take care of them, you wake up and take care of them yourself, hum—" The word "juebi" deeply hurt Guan Hua's heart. He threw the letter hard on the ground and glared at the sleeping Zhao Wenxin.

However, the miracle did not happen. Guan Hua pretended to be angry and did not cause any trouble. Zhao Wenxin still closed her eyes tightly. Silently lowered her body and picked up the letter paper. Guan Hua took out her cell phone from the paper box.

After opening the phone, swiping to unlock it, Zhao Wenxin's smiling face appeared on the screen. Guan Hua narrowed the screen for three seconds, and the phone began to vibrate, and text messages were stuffed into the phone's text box.

Looking at the payment collection text message from the same number, Guan Hua dialed in with his mobile phone.

"Hey, Ms. Wen Xin, it's great that you can call back. Until now, there are thirty-four funds, no, the funds of thirty-six funds are exhausted. If there is no funds transferred, the children in Africa will not be able to eat or drink!" An anxious report from the other end of the phone came from the other end of the phone.

"How many funds do Zhao Wenxin have in total?" Guan Hua sorted out his thoughts and asked.

"You are? Why do you have Ms. Zhao's cell phone?" A question came from the other end of the phone.

"I am his boyfriend, she... I have something to do now. I will do the remittance." Guan Hua glanced at Zhao Wenxin on the hospital bed and said firmly.

After thinking silently, an anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, so anxious that even the last name forgot to ask Guan Hua. "Hello, my surname is Sun, and I am Ms. Zhao's fund agent. Ms. Zhao has a total of fifty-one aid funds, and now thirty-six are in a state of exhaustion of funds."

"Can't funds make money? Why are there a problem of shortage of funds?" Guan Hua felt that there was something tricky about it.

"That's right. Ms. Zhao's fund has always been in a loss state, and her aid fund is to put it bluntly, the storage account of the relief fund. Basically, no investment projects were found, and it was already paid for the relief. The only income of these fifty-one relief funds is Ms. Zhao's continuous remittances for many years." Speaking of this, the investor of this fund was also full of apologies. It was not that she did not know how to invest, but that the relief was imminent, and Zhao Wenxin did not let her wait. Basically, as soon as she rushed to the accounts of several international rescue organizations, the money was transferred to the accounts of several international rescue organizations.

"Sir, if you have money, please call us as soon as possible. A hundred thousand African children, a meal every day, daily basic drinking water replenishment, and life-saving medicines, are waiting for the money." Agent Sun said with some pleading pleading. In the years of serving Zhao Wenxin, she has more or less learned about the living conditions of those children. Sometimes when she is rich, she will also call Zhao Wenxin's relief account to the international rescue organization through Zhao Wenxin's relief account. But how can such a huge number of people be maintained by the efforts of one or two people? It is already a miracle that Zhao Wenxin can last for five years.

"Okay, I understand. My people will contact you later." After understanding the hidden information, Guan Hua hung up the phone. Holding his cell phone, Guan Hua looked at Zhao Wenxin, and was silently moved.

"Hey, Tingting, I've sent you a phone number, please contact her and send all my money to her." In the end, Guan Hua called Feng Ting.

"What's wrong, husband? Are you in any trouble?" Feng Ting heard Guan Hua's tone was a bit abnormal and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. It's because Wen Xin's fund has some problems. I'll help solve it." Guan Hua comforted Feng Ting.

"Oh, I understand, I'll contact that person now." Feng Ting hung up the phone after seeing the text message reminder.

About fifteen minutes later, Feng Ting called. "Hey, husband, I've already understood the whole thing, and I have also consulted friends in finance. They have a way to connect these 51 rescue accounts into an international rescue fund. After success, they can receive aid funds through international recognition, so as to continue a virtuous cycle. Husband, I don't know if this is right? After all, Wen Xin can't stand it alone..." Feng Ting was a little unsure, so she called to consult Guan Hua's opinions.

After thinking for a moment, Guan Hua nodded: "Then turn them into international rescue funds. As long as they don't change their original intention of saving people, they can't change even if they lose money."

"Okay, I understand. By the way, what is the name of the new fund?" Feng Ting asked finally.

Looking at Zhao Wenxin on the hospital bed, Guan Hua spoke two words: "Goddess."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ting started to contact her agent Sun and was busy building a fund, while the hands-off manager Guan Hua stood in front of Zhao Wenxin.

"Goddess Zhao, on the day you wake up, you will be very happy to see your fund helping more people, right?" Thinking of the little stars flashing in Zhao Wenxin's eyes, Guan Hua smiled desolately.
Chapter completed!