I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2826 - 1753: Three Feet Above, the Divine Oversees

Fang Weiguo was completely confused, unable to make sense of it, "Last time they even went to River City together to watch a concert, they were so close. It hasn’t been long, it’s really strange..."

While her parents were fretting in the living room, Fang Qing took out a suitcase, opened the wardrobe, and calmly started packing her clothes.

Just like when she had dinner with Tong Dan earlier, eating parsley but not the stinky mandarin fish.

Some sudden changes may not be related to external factors, but more likely a problem with one’s own mindset.

Visiting the deceased.

There must be an identity.

In the past.

She was a junior.

A niece.

But now?

She could hide things from her parents and everyone alive, but couldn’t deceive the spirits.

Suddenly.

She could understand why a certain someone liked to escape in the past.

One can only truly empathize when they find themselves in the same situation.

"Hiss..."

Squatting, folding the clothes neatly into the suitcase, a sudden dizziness hit Fang Qing hard, making her instinctively support herself on the bed, adjusting her breathing, taking quite a while to feel slightly better.

Frowning, she temporarily gave up on packing her clothes, supported by the bed, she slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling somewhat dizzy.

Excessive worrying won’t help.

But when abnormal situations happen repeatedly, it can’t be just coincidental.

Could it be that she’s really ill?

Fang Qing raised her hand to support her forehead, not only to alleviate the dizziness but also to check if she had a fever, but her forehead wasn’t hot.

Her body had always been fairly healthy, rarely getting sick since childhood. The last visit to the hospital was due to a stomach flu caused by drinking and getting rained on at Tie Jun’s pre-wedding party.

She’s a lawyer, not a doctor, she can’t diagnose herself even though she suspects something’s wrong with her health, and she doesn’t want to alarm her parents over nothing.

No worries.

It’s the age of intelligence.

When in doubt, there’s AI.

Fang Qing took out her phone, sent her condition to an AI for analysis, and the AI told her that low blood sugar could cause dizziness after squatting for a long time, suggesting she eats two pieces of candy.

But she never had low blood sugar!

Indeed.

Today’s AI is just barely smarter than an idiot.

"With the limited information you provided, I can only do a superficial analysis. For a more accurate diagnosis, please input more detailed symptoms..."

Wait a moment.

Looking at the slow-appearing words, Fang Qing recalled an anomaly she hadn’t taken seriously recently.

Abandoning the thought of throwing her phone, she re-entered, supplementing it.

"Period is delayed by two days."

Why didn’t she drink earlier?

Because she felt her period was about to arrive.

"Thinking..."

A few seconds later.

Words appeared in the dialog box.

"The combination of your current symptoms requires prioritizing investigation into pregnancy-related reactions, while also not ruling out other health issues. It is recommended to visit a hospital for a check-up."

Blah blah blah...

The AI continued displaying text.

But Fang Qing, whose pupils constricted violently, was already devoid of energy and patience to look further.

She didn’t know medicine.

But the four words "pregnancy reaction", any elementary school graduate could understand.

The usually composed and intelligent her felt like she was struck by lightning, blankly staring at the still-processing dialog box on the screen, her brain a complete mess, she lost self-awareness, yet the sound of rain pattering entered her ears.

Today was a clear day.

When driving back, there was no sign of rain at all.

This sound of rain.

Was very familiar.

—Just like the night at River City Hotel watching "Mountain Village Corpse", the sound of the rain outside the window was exactly the same.

Three feet above your head, there are gods.

Ancient traditions passed down for millennia, one may not believe in them, but must hold reverence in their heart.

Is this the retribution for desecrating the spirits, arrived?