Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

At the door of his house, Ji Feng took out the key and opened the door.

The security door squeaked, and the house was pitch black.

Ji Feng stopped and squinted his eyes and called softly: "Yang Ling'er?"

There was no response or movement in the house except the humming of the refrigerator.

Ran away?

He lowered his vigilance with a submissive image, and when he fixed her image as a poor little person who was tortured and had no subjective consciousness, he ran away immediately.

That's really good!

No, Yang Ling'er's ambition and strategy are both 0, how could she have such a scheme?

Ji Feng turned on the light, and the scene in the house was no different from when he left in the morning, except for a piece of bread that was opened and torn off and placed on the coffee table.

When Ji Feng walked to the coffee table, the thousands of thoughts floating in his mind stopped abruptly. Yang Ling'er, who disappeared, was lying on the ground with a pale face and bloodless lips, her eyes closed, and her hand was still tightly holding a notepad.

"Yang Ling'er?"

Ji Feng was alert to the surroundings and reached out to gently push Yang Ling'er's shoulder.

No matter how she called, Yang Linger remained unconscious.

The only abnormality in the room was the bread on the coffee table with a piece torn off.

Did someone poison the bread? But this bread was randomly selected in the supermarket this morning. How could someone deliberately poison the bread that was well packaged?

Ji Feng put his fingers on Yang Linger's neck, and the throbbing of his fingertips was so slight that it seemed that it could stop at any time.

Without thinking about what was going on, Ji Feng picked up Yang Linger and ran downstairs to the clinic in the community.

It was called a clinic, but it was actually two garages connected together. It could not treat serious illnesses but only emergency cases.

When Ji Feng arrived, there was no one in the clinic. The dim light was shining on the ground through the old glass, and the owner of the clinic was taking a nap at his desk.

"Doctor, see what's wrong with her?" Ji Feng broke into the room holding Yang Linger, and said anxiously.

Yang Linger's breathing was not only weak, but her body temperature was still rising. Although Ji Feng did not understand medicine, he could feel that Yang Linger was in a very bad condition.

The bald old doctor climbed up from the table and saw that the patient had forgotten to straighten his last dignity and ordered directly: "Put her on the bed quickly!"

The old doctor began to give Yang Ling'er first aid. Ji Feng, who could not help, leaned against the wall, his eyes were dim and unclear, and his fingers around his chest kept tapping his arms.

Yang Ling'er's life and death also affected his life. If Yang Ling'er died like this, 50 points would be wasted and he would lose one-third of his life.

After working for nearly half an hour, the old doctor finally straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Fortunately, she was sent in time. If she had been there for a while, I'm afraid she would not be saved."

"Is she poisoned?" Ji Feng's voice was suppressed. Once someone poisoned her, things would not be so simple.

The old doctor turned around and looked up and down at Yang Ling'er with some turbid eyes.

"What is your relationship with her?"

"...Brother and sister."

"Did you buy this child?"

"..."

Ji Feng lowered his arms and tensed his body, like a beast about to pounce.

The old doctor seemed not to notice, walked past Ji Feng calmly, picked up the thermos cup on the table, sipped the tea and continued.

"Don't be so nervous, I've seen a lot of this kind of thing."

"I don't care whether you bought her to vent or abuse her."

"But since you sent her to my emergency room, I must warn you. If she comes to me in this condition next time, I will not treat her."

"This is a place for treating illnesses and saving lives, not for you to clean up and continue to torture others."

Ji Feng was silent.

"How is she?"

"Severe malnutrition has caused low immunity, and the hidden inflammation in the body has intensified. The body can't bear it. In addition, she has not eaten and is physically exhausted, which eventually leads to shock. In addition, her organs are already showing signs of failure. If she is not well taken care of, it will be difficult for gods to save her next time."

"If you want me to help adjust, I need to draw some blood for testing."

"Yes."

The old doctor prepared the blood drawing tools and tapped Yang Ling'er's arm. The blood vessels were clearly visible, as if there was only a thin layer of skin between her and the outside world.

"Tsk, what a sin." The old doctor muttered.

And this low whisper evoked the memory that Ji Feng buried deep in his heart and didn't want to recall.

He said why he felt familiar when he first saw Yang Ling'er in the underground cage of the ethnic store.

Because the sister who had long been blurred in his memory was like this, skinny as a stick, with dull eyes.

Now Yang Ling'er is lying in a coma on the bed, and the doctor's dissatisfaction with her is the same as when her sister was in the ward.

The only difference is that the doctor's muttering was directed at his parents.

The doctor took the blood for testing, and Ji Feng sat down on the stool beside the bed.

Yang Linger's thin eyelashes on her thin cheeks kept trembling, like a wild flower that was devastated and bent in a rainstorm, so fragile.

If the light was a little dimmer, it would overlap with another face lying on the bed in her memory.

The same scene appeared again, and the scar that had stopped bleeding was torn open again, and the scenes in the past could not stop repeating in his mind.

He couldn't remember what his sister looked like, and he didn't know when the sweet smile disappeared from his sister's round face.

All the images of his sister were replaced by the look of shrinking in the corner and being dazed, and the most intimate contact was only the gaze in front of the bed.

Even if there was only the faint breathing of the two in his ears, Ji Feng could faintly hear the parents who had lost their kindness and tenderness quarreling constantly.

He didn't remember the content of the quarrel, but only remembered his father's disappointed eyes and his mother's reprimand for grabbing his shoulders.

You are in the same school as your sister, why don't you know anything!

I didn't even protect my family, how could I give birth to such an ungrateful person like you!

My Yun'er!

Ji Feng lowered his eyebrows, just as he was silent when he was questioned.

He thought he had forgotten all this long ago, and was traveling through the world with an indifferent heart.

Unexpectedly, when he recalled it again, he still couldn't find any words to refute.

The dazzling car lights flashed outside the window, casting Ji Feng's figure on the white wall, imprisoned by the staggered window frames.

"Well..."

Yang Ling'er saw Ji Feng sitting by the bed when she woke up. She could clearly see Ji Feng's face while lying on the bed.

Indifference, indifference without a trace of relaxed smile.

Even after Ji Feng killed someone yesterday, he still smiled.

This scared Yang Ling'er, she knew she had done something wrong.

The instinctive fear left in her body made her shrink into the quilt.

"Awake?"

There was a little hoarseness in Ji Feng's voice, and there was coldness and strangeness in his raised eyes.

Yang Linger didn't dare to look into Ji Feng's eyes, and could only look at the wrinkles on his abdomen.

"You've bought all the food, why don't you eat it?"

"Even if you don't want your life, you still have to pretend to be pitiful and play with other people's guilt?"

"Does this make you feel happy! Or do you feel that I owe you, and everything you've suffered is caused by me, and you want to take revenge on me!"

Ji Feng's cold and calm words contain a silent roar.

"Come on, answer me."