Li Shaoran walked into the door of the hospital. It was time to see Ji Fengli.
After coming out of the villa, several of them were more or less injured, but it was not serious. They stayed in the hospital for a few days and were discharged.
But Ji Fengli was not so lucky. The injury to his right hand was so serious that he was wrapped in a thick plaster and unable to move. During this period, he had a high fever. The doctor ordered him to stay for at least a month before he could be discharged from the hospital.
However, if he wanted to leave, the hospital wouldn't be able to trap him.
Li Shaoran smiled helplessly and walked into Ji Fengli's ward.
First, he put the fruit basket aside and asked, "How are you doing today?"
"good."
Ji Fengli was lying on the bed wearing a hospital gown. Even though he could not move his right hand, it could not change his habit of reading at any time. The book was placed on his knees, and the pages were gently turned with his left hand.
After simply answering Li Shaoran's words, Ji Fengli raised his head and asked lightly: "Chen Yinyang, is there any news about him?"
"Uh..." Li Shaoran had long expected that Ji Fengli would ask this question. After their analysis, the lamb should be at Kloster's place, but no matter how they tried, they couldn't find out where they were now.
at.
Seeing Li Shaoran's expression, Ji Fengli also guessed the result. When he handed the lamb into his hand, he guessed that the man was no ordinary person.
Apart from his father, he is the first person in so many years to be able to give himself such a strong sense of oppression.
Thinking of that man's face, Ji Fengli narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Perhaps there will be more clues when investigating the reason why Kloster took away the lamb."
Li Shaoran expressed his speculation.
After hearing Li Shaoran's words, Ji Fengli looked at the scenery outside the window and fell into silence.
Knowing that he was thinking about something, Li Shaoran did not disturb him and sat quietly with him for a while.
"President, I have something to ask you."
After connecting the events before and after, Ji Fengli suddenly had a bold idea, but since he could not leave the hospital now, he could only ask Li Shaoran to do it.
Li Shaoran nodded and agreed firmly: "I will try my best to help you if necessary."
Ji Fengli closed the book and said slowly: "Go to the priest in the church, maybe he knows more things that we don't know.
******God loves the world.
After accepting Ji Fengli's commission, Li Shaoran rushed to the church after returning from the hospital.
But the priest was accepting prayers at this time, so Li Shaoran could only wait patiently until the last person finished praying before he could walk in and sit down face to face with the priest.
The priest, who is about sixty years old, has always maintained a kind attitude and gave gentle and encouraging words to everyone who came to pray. Many people are willing to come to the priest to talk about their troubles and gain the confidence to continue living. Therefore, this is
Another kind of psychological counseling room in the school is not an exaggeration.
Seeing Li Shaoran, the priest made a sign of the cross on his chest and bowed his head slightly: "My dear child, you can tell your pain to God, and God will listen patiently and accept everything."
Li Shaoran held his hands and lowered his head imitating the priest: "I came to pray for my friend. Now that I have lost his whereabouts, I hope God can give me news about him."
"That's really unfortunate." The priest looked at him worriedly: "My child, if possible, I would be willing to help you."
"Yes, I think the priest also wants to know his whereabouts."
Before saying the following words, Li Shaoran first raised his head and paid attention to the priest's expression.
"I'm sure no one is more familiar with the person I'm talking about than you. He grew up in church and lived with you. Now that he's missing, I think you might be able to tell me some ways to find him."
I originally thought that after saying this, I would see his expression fluctuate, but the priest still listened patiently and did not react at all.
Li Shaoran clenched his hands and tentatively asked the priest again: "Don't you want to know his whereabouts?"
"My child." The priest raised his head and looked at him, sighing and saying: "I understand your feelings, but all I can say is that he is doing well now."
“Isn’t God willing to give us the right guidance?”
"No, this has nothing to do with God." A hint of sadness appeared on the priest's face: "This involves too many secrets. I can only tell him to God, but I can't tell anyone else."
Li Shaoran sighed helplessly, knowing that the priest had something to hide and could not say more, so he had to end the conversation.
Under the apologetic look in the priest's eyes, Li Shaoran left the church, took out his cell phone, compiled the situation into a text message, and told Ji Fengli roughly what he had experienced in the church.
Hearing the vibrating sound of his cell phone, Ji Fengli took it from the table and saw what happened after Li Shaoran went to church.
Does even the priest have secrets that he doesn't want to tell?
Ji Fengli gently touched the screen of his phone to delete the text message. Instantly, a sense of helpless frustration hit him.
Because his arm was injured, he could only stay in bed and do nothing. If he kept waiting like this, he might never see that person again in his life.
Ji Fengli rubbed his temples with his left hand. He had to calm down and face his feelings.
Since waking up, he has been looking for Chen Yinyang, but he can't figure out the reason why he wants to see him so much.
Worried about his safety, worried about his suffering, and even more worried about never seeing him again.
Such worrying about gains and losses makes even myself feel strange and ridiculous.
If his father saw his current appearance, he would definitely tell him in a cold tone that he was not worthy of entering the Ji family at all.
In his eyes, the identity of the Ji family is worthless. What he wants is to give his mother a stable and happy life.
Now, he has another object of protection in his heart, but the final result is to give him to others.
Maybe I don’t have the qualifications to protect people at all!
The emotions accumulated for many days kept flooding into his mind. Although he knew that his loss would not help, Ji Fengli still could not control his violent thoughts.
Perhaps to prevent him from doing anything impulsive again, the phone buzzed and vibrated in front of him again.
Without looking at the number, he picked it up casually: "Hello?"
"Feng Li, how are you doing lately?"
A calm voice came from the phone, and Ji Fengli was slightly stunned. Although it was not surprising that his father would know that he was injured, he would call specifically to care about him, which made people a little confused.
"I'm fine, Dad."
Unable to guess what the man on the other end of the phone wanted to say, Ji Fengli could only answer him this way.
"Then what does the doctor say? Can I be discharged?"
After hearing this, Ji Fengli already understood the reason for his father's call.
I'm afraid it was when I needed myself that I thought of my injured son.
Ji Fengli smiled sarcastically: "Father, what do you want me to do?"
Ji's father's voice was always commanding: "I will wait for you at the entrance of the hospital in twenty minutes."
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