Chapter 180 Mottled tree shadows, like a dream forest
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"..."
Su Xiaojin, wearing a white hospital gown, huddled in the corner of the room.
Her eyes were scattered and empty, as if she had lost her soul.
Knife marks and scratches of varying depths made the walls pitted and shocking.
"..."
At the door of the ward, Jiang Che looked away from the small window on the door and frowned slightly.
In his impression, Su Xiaojin was a very aloof girl, who was neat in doing things, spoke very little, and had impressive abilities.
Jiang Che: "How could it become like this..."
At this time, Hong Ling handed a file to Jiang Che.
Jiang Che opened the file bag and pulled out several neat files.
Hong Ling sighed: "This little girl is quite pitiful. She is one year younger than you, but she has endured many things that even adults cannot bear."
Jiang Che looked at the lines of text on the paper, and his heart gradually began to sink.
In Yinquan Train, without Su Xiaojin, it would be difficult for him to defeat the conductor with twin powers.
If there really are heroes beyond light and shadow, then Su Xiaojin must be one of them.
"..."
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, and through the windows, there are little stars.
With a gust of cool breeze, the light spots began to sway, and the mottled tree shadows looked like a dream forest.
The chirping of the cicadas gradually subsided, and the breeze tried to take away the last trace of summer heat.
Jiang Che put away Su Xiaojin's files and looked at Hong Ling, "Can it be cured?"
Hong Ling: "There is no absolute treatment for mental trauma. If her condition cannot be effectively controlled, she will have to stay here."
"Maybe one day, maybe one year, maybe ten years..."
At this time, Zhuge Ye said: "Then what's the difference between this and going to jail?"
Hong Ling shook her head and said: "There is no way, there are too many examples. Putting a challenger who may lose control at any time into society will bring crisis to ordinary people. Besides, the strange spirit in Su Xiaojin's body is not ordinary.
Weird spirit."
"So mental patients have no freedom." Jiang Che suddenly thought of Chen Fei, and then changed his words: "What about the weird things? Can the weird things not be cured?"
Forbidden objects can be understood as equipment, and strange objects can be understood as medicines.
The effects brought by strange things are often beyond the reach of normal drugs in the real world.
Hong Ling pursed her red lips and said: "Mental trauma requires spiritual magic to repair, and this type of magic is extremely rare. The captain has helped Su Xiaojin apply for two spiritual magic, but the effect does not seem to be there.
not ideal."
"After all, our research on strange objects is limited. Stopping bleeding and healing injuries is not a big problem, but it has always been difficult to break through in the spiritual field."
At this time, Xiaoman's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Don't you also have a spiritual monster?"
Jiang Che: "Me?"
"Yes, Julingcao, maybe it can cure Su Xiaojin?"
"Are you sure about this?"
"It's hard to say. Anyway, mentally, I can only rely on luck."
Jiang Che: "..."
Unconsciously, it started to drizzle outside.
At this time, Hong Ling suddenly realized: "By the way, where is Brother Yong? Didn't you take Brother Yong to bask in the sun?"
Jiang Che: "Uh..."
At just the right time, Zhou Yong's roar came from the end of the corridor.
"Jiang Che! You stinky boy! You ran away when you heard Su Xiaojin. You just threw me into the garden. Just wait for me!"
"Wait for me!"
The nurse sent Zhou Yong, who was soaked from the shower, back to the ward.
The corners of Hong Ling's mouth twitched: "Are you here to visit Brother Yong, or do you want to see Brother Yong off?"
Jiang Che: "I didn't expect it to rain either..."
Zhuge Ye: “It’s true that you value sex over friends.”
In order to change the topic, Jiang Che took out a silver-white herb and said, "Juling grass, Secretary Zhuge, check the market price."
"Got it!" Zhuge Ye took out his cell phone.
At this time, Hong Ling looked at the strange thing in Jiang Che's hand and said with slight surprise: "The D-level strange thing, the Spirit Gathering Grass, can nourish the soul and repair mental trauma... Since spiritual magic is relatively rare, the market price is five
Millions and upwards.”
"Oh... ten million." Jiang Che smacked his lips.
Hong Ling: "???, it's five million, and it won't exceed seven million at most."
Jiang Che patted Zhuge Ye on the shoulder, "Secretary Zhuge, go print out an IOU. The general content is that Su Xiaojin owes Jiang Che 10 million."
Zhuge Ye was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but said: "You are a real dog."
Hong Ling: "You are a real dog..."
Jiang Che: "Why don't you go quickly?"
After Zhuge Ye left, Jiang Che took out another blood-red Buddha's hand.
Hong Ling's little mouth couldn't close at this moment, "Blood red Buddha's hand... you, where did you get so many weird things? Are they all D-level?"
Jiang Che: "You might not believe it, I picked it up on the road."
Hong Ling didn't say anything, she just picked up Jiang Che and shook his head down, "Is there more? Is there more? Are there any beauty tricks?"
Jiang Che: "It's gone, it's really gone! Let me down, let me down..."
Glancing at Hong Ling with some fear, Jiang Che handed the blood-red Buddha's hand to Hong Ling, then silently took a few steps back.
"This thing is good for Qi and blood, give it to Brother Yong." Jiang Che said.
Hong Ling looked at Jiang Che and narrowed her narrow eyes, "How much do you want?"
Jiang Che: "No, just think that I pity him."
"???"
Jiang Che: "Put it away quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I'll regret it later."
Hong Ling showed a gentle smile, stepped forward and pinched Jiang Che's cheek, and said, "You have a conscience!"
Haha, you don’t know how heartbroken I am. Jiang Che: “…”
Brother Yong had given him the roots of the dead tree before, but now that he is like this, giving him a blood-red bergamot hand is nothing.
That is, my heart is as sharp as a knife.
As for Su Xiaojin... it would be more reliable to write an IOU.
Even if she doesn't have the money to pay back in the future, she can still use other methods...
In short, I, Jiang, will not engage in loss-making business.
Not long after, Zhuge Ye came back with an IOU.
Jiang Che walked into Su Xiaojin's ward with the IOU.
Seeing someone coming in, Su Xiaojin shrank to the corner: "..."
Xiaoman: "How pitiful."
Jiang Che: “You’ve lost your own brain, but you still sympathize with others?”
Xiaoman: "Jiang Che, I don't know if I'm a human, but you are a real dog."
Ignoring Xiaoman, Jiang Che walked up to Su Xiaojin and knelt down, taking a deep look at the former.
..., Su Xiaojin’s looks are really speechless. I don’t know if she has ever had a boyfriend or if she is engaged. Why don’t we give her a chance?
Looking down, the neckline is slightly loose.
Jiang Che: "..." Let's forget it.
"Come here, put your fingerprints here."
Su Xiaojin: "..."
"This is the ink pad, then here, press your fingerprint here."
"Hey, that's right, press harder, press a few more times..."
door.
Hong Ling frowned slightly: "Should I stop it?"
Zhuge Ye touched his chin: "In my opinion...this flower can be picked and planted at home."
Hong Ling: "???"
Zhuge Ye pointed to the window: "I mean that flower, the flower blooming outside the window."