Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 21 Ji Shaobai

A daughter is a mother, and Qi Yuemei is no exception.

The ex-husband that made her fear in the past is no longer scary, only her son is her weakness, and she wishes to nip all dangers in the cradle.

Qi Yuemei, "I suspect that he was deceived by some gang, and now he becomes abnormal after being stimulated."

Jiang Lan's eyes flickered slightly. It sounded like a clever scam. She was insane and irritable. It had nothing to do with brainwashing, but she was suspected of being hypnotized.

"The dream you mentioned just now, does Wu Feng have paranoia?" Jiang Lan inquired with interest. She liked Qi Yang a lot and was willing to help.

"No, it seems to be a private clinic. I don't know anything else." She had kept these bad things about her ex-husband in her heart for too long, and now she felt relieved when she said them.

Jiang Lan nodded, looking out of the window inadvertently, the newly opened store was booming, and the two big characters "Dengmeng" refracted the light, which was dazzling and attractive.

Will Wu Feng's matter have something to do with it?

There were endless topics for women to talk about when they got together, and Qi Yuemei soon made an appointment with Jiang Lan for a dinner. The two were talking, and Qi Yang also finished the sand table work over there, so he took off his earphones and looked over.

After seeing off Qi Yuemei's mother and son, Jiang Lan simply packed up her things and went out. Senior brother told her that she had found something new and asked her to go and have a look.

On the top floor of the rehabilitation hospital, Jiang Lan walked into the ward after completing the registration, and Wen Qingyun was already waiting.

"Why are you calling me over in such a hurry?" Jiang Lan walked over casually, seeing Wen Qingyun's complexion was not good, she withdrew her hand on his shoulder embarrassingly, "What's the matter, the smelly expression looks like I lost money."

Wen Qingyun didn't answer the call, but just handed over the information in his hand, "This is provided by the family members, you can read it yourself."

Jiang Lan, "Any new discoveries?"

There wasn't much information, and she held it lightly in her hand. Apart from Wen Qingyun's notes, there were only a few photos in the open file bag.

From the clues compiled by Wen Qingyun, as she thought, there was no problem with her personality, her interpersonal relationship was simple, and there were no emotional and financial disputes. The only contradiction was whether the patient was avoiding something.

He fell into a coma again for some reason.

Before Jiang Lan looked at the photos, she took out a file bag from her bag and handed it over, "Here, the ones from the school, take a look first."

Wen Qingyun, "Don't worry, just look at the photos first."

Jiang Lan looked up at him. Wen Qingyun had been serious since she entered the door, and now she was holding her breath. There was nothing to be seen from his face, so she could only bury her head in the photo.

The pixels of the photos are very good. The first one is the overall picture of a certain room, the burnt incense on the bedside table, the surveillance screenshot of the backs of two men, and the profile photo of a certain man.

Jiang Lan's eyes were fixed on the last photo, and her fingers crumpled it subconsciously. All kinds of emotions were surging in her eyes. After a long time, she asked coldly, "Where did you get the photo?".

Wen Qingyun, "Given by the family."

"Please give me a copy of the family's contact information, thank you." Jiang Lan was about to pack up and leave, but was blocked by him sitting outside.

Wen Qingyun was not surprised by her reaction, "I know what you want to ask, it's him."

Jiang Lan stared straight at him, then smiled suddenly, raised her hand and hooked the chair to sit down, "No wonder you showed me with a sullen face, so you found Ji Shaobai, and he's not dead yet?" .

"Not only is he not dead, but he is still in the circle like a duck to water." Wen Qingyun held up one of the photos and said, "Did you see it? It is your father's favorite habit to apply tranquilizing incense before hypnosis. The photo is from the patient's family member looking for someone on the day of the accident. It was shot, what does that mean?"

"My dad had already turned into a little angel when he had an accident, which means it can't be a fraudulent corpse."

Wen Qingyun gasped, and wanted to pat the table but was afraid of disturbing the patient on the hospital bed, so he could only point at her angrily, "Nonsense, it means that the patient was hypnotized by your father's only apprentice, Ji Shaobai." Yes, he has been hanging around in the circle, doing some dirty things!".

"It's also fortunate that you have been guarding that broken studio and waiting for him!"

Jiang Lan didn't admit Shu Xinpo, "Please respect my career, please?".

As for Ji Shaobai, it is also appropriate to scold a few more words.

Memories began to replay that messy summer, the first love full of joy, the studio where hope was placed, the weather was enveloped by heavy rain in the blink of an eye, Jiang's father had an accident, Ji Shaobai disappeared, the studio was urged for money, the association was pressing every step of the way, everything She couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Hearing Ji Shaobai's news at first, Jiang Lan couldn't tell what it was like, she was angry and anxious, but more wanted to beat him up, and then get back the comfortable management rights.

After years of not seeing each other, the little feelings of youth and ignorance have long since faded away. There is no such thing as being infatuated with old love. It is better to care about when the young man in the hospital bed wakes up and whether her red envelope will arrive on time.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk more, Wen Qingyun had no choice but to give up, "Drinking incense and hypnosis has always been the master's unique skill, as his only daughter, try it?"

"Try what?" Jiang Lan looked over with a stiff neck, "Our family's unique skills are passed on to men and not to women, let me try it, it's better to get Qiao Shaobai back."

"You don't have to lie to me." Wen Qingyun rolled his eyes disdainfully, "If I knew where he was, would I still have to wait for you to come?".

Jiang Lan fiddled with the bracelet without making a sound, lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing this, Wen Qingyun sighed in her heart, wishing she could beat Ji Shaobai right now.

Looking back and forth a few photos, if it is true that something left by Lao Jiang was used to harm someone, Jiang Lan will not let go of it no matter what.

Everything is about cause and effect. If she doesn't solve it neatly, it will not work to influence Lao Jiang to be a little angel.

Jiang Lan, "Who is walking with him?".

Wen Qingyun took a glance with his head, and understood, "I know, the patient's father is a busy person and rarely comes to see him."

"The patient's father is Ji Shaobai's employer?" Why did he hypnotize his son?
"It should be." Wen Qingyun sneered, "He is also a character, and finding someone to hypnotize his son is definitely at the top of the list of deceptive behaviors of the year."

"Confused?" Jiang Lan approached the patient's bed, recalling his details in her mind.

If he is awake, he must be a gentle and modest gentleman. He will walk around the campus with his classmates, huddle in the cafeteria with his roommates, or take pictures in a beautiful place.

What is the reason for such a cute boy to make his father ruthlessly hypnotize him, and what did he imply during the hypnosis?
Is it to let him sleep for a long time, or to order him to do what he must do? Is the order contradicting his heart, so he escapes from what he doesn't want to face?

If yes, until when to escape?

Jiang Lan slowly squatted down, level with the patient, and slowly stretched out her left hand. The crystals on her wrist collided with each other and made a tinkling sound. She moved it lightly, as if searching regularly.

In the silence, her thin lips parted slightly.

(End of this chapter)