[69 Book Bar - www.] I don’t know what exactly was written on the piece of paper as thin as cicada wings that Jiang Henhan wrote to He Yi. After He Yi finished reading it, he held the piece of paper in his heart as if it was Jiang Henhan’s.
She wanted to rub the torch that Henhan had left for her deep in her heart.
Such an old woman lost her son, her heart was broken, and her shabby face no longer had any look, and she aged more than twenty years in an instant.
Just looking at He Yi like this, Ling Yansen said nothing.
Qingwu walked over, hugged He Yi tightly, and helped her up.
He Yi was like a piece of driftwood, floating up and down in the large nest left for her by Jiang Henhan, waiting for her final death. Her state of being without a master had lasted for a long time.
The ward was also quiet for a long time.
Qingwu obviously had no plan to deal with such emergencies. She was still immersed in endless resentment and faint guilt towards Jiang Henhan because of the phone call she received just now at the villa in the forest and the tone of Panasonic.
At this time, a man in charge becomes very important.
Both women followed Ling Yansen, as if he was the one who could bring them light. Even He Yi, at this moment, was like a completely obedient child.
Of course, Ling Yansen would not take Jiang Henhan's words as a purpose. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon and Jiang Henhan left in the morning. Everything seemed to be too late, but he gritted his teeth and worked hard, and everything seemed to be a little hopeful.
Ling Yansen first found the dean and called up the surveillance video from 5 o'clock to now, and asked Qingwu to check it to see if she could find where Jiang Henhan left.
Ling Yansen went to Director Liu and asked about the specific condition of Jiang Henhan's body, including how long he could move without the help of equipment, what first aid measures were needed if he was not in the hospital, and how much damage was done to the body's organs.
Although these are only small details, they can help Ling Yansen determine the general scope of Jiang Henhan's whereabouts.
He is a patient. Unless he is fully prepared, it is impossible for him to fly abroad in a short period of time by plane or unsuitable means of transportation.
In other words, now, he is very likely to stay not far from them. After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place.
After asking all the doctors in the hospital who had been in contact with Jiang Henhan, Ling Yansen looked at the time and called Zhou Jirong. He couldn't call the police within twenty-four hours, but calling the police would probably be a problem if he wanted to find someone in a short time.
Nonsense, it would be more effective to call Zhou Jirong and ask him to send someone to conduct a blanket search throughout the entire process.
After making the phone call and giving the explanation, Ling Yansen felt that time was almost up and Qingwu should have finished searching, so he returned to the monitoring room.
Ling Yansen was not surprised to see Qing Wu and He Yi's expressions of death.
Jiang Henhan wrote in the letter that the police's counter-investigation capabilities should not be underestimated.
"From eight o'clock to ten o'clock, the ward, including the corridor outside the ward, and the hospital installed six exits to monitor. During these two hours, everything was black and white." Qingwu sighed and shook her head.
"Sure enough, this is something Jiang Henhan would do. It seems that he has been thinking about running away for a long time!"
Ling Yansen lowered his head and closed his eyes, meditating, clenching his hands into fists, feeling very irritated, as if he had hit cotton with a solid fist.
"Xiaohan is determined not to want me as his mother! When he wants to do something, he must be completely prepared. He is very thoughtful and has had this problem since he was a child. He clearly doesn't want me to find him.
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"Auntie, isn't your uncle from the Public Security Bureau? Why don't you ask your uncle to send some professionals? This will be much more efficient than us running around! It's only four or five hours before morning, so maybe everything can still be done in time!" Qing Wu had already arrived.
I was very moved by this Uncle Jiang. What kind of indifferent person could he have only been to the hospital twice since his son was sick until now, when he was in danger?
The first time was when Jiang Henhan was admitted to the hospital and the critical illness notice was issued. The second time was when Jiang Henhan had a heart change in the middle of the night and was dragged to the hospital by He Yi late at night.
Sure enough, He Yi's expression immediately changed, as if she didn't want to talk about Jiang Mutao.
"He is a busy man! Every day he is either busy socializing with his political circle or traveling around the country for inspections! How can he care about his son's life and death! Only healthy and living police officers can win glory for him and pave the way for his political path.
Wa's Xiaohan is the son he loves. Ever since Xiaohan fell ill and could no longer work as a policeman to solve some difficult cases, his status in the eyes of his father has plummeted. Jiang Mutao is such a disgusting person! Once he loses use of him
He can't even take a look at anything of value. Aren't I a living example? That's why I...I just..."
Speaking of this, He Yi quickly glanced at Ling Yansen, hesitated and stopped.
Qing Wu had mixed feelings and was speechless for a while. At the same time, she felt heartbroken for Jiang Henhan. With such a father, it seemed that his life was not as happy as she thought. So what if he was lucky?
Such a mother can't help but feel lucky for Ling Yansen. Although he grew up in the shadow of Xu Suyun, he has a wonderful brother and father who treat him well. Although they are not related by blood, they are better than being related by blood.
Every family has its cupboard.
This truth explains the three families, the Duan family, the Jiang family, and the Ling family, which appear to be glorious on the outside but have been corrupted on the inside for a long time.
Finally, He Yi left the hospital sadly.
Ling Yansen hurriedly said before He Yi left that if Zhou Jirong had news, he would ask Qing Wu to convey it to He Yi.
The words were spoken to He Yi, but his eyes still did not look at her.
He Yi listened, and a subtle emotion flashed in his eyes. It was very short, but Qing Wu still caught it. She looked at the backlight and the name Ling Yansen was actually her own flesh and blood son. She was once so selfish.
The son who wanted to take away his life.
I can't say a word to say thank you.
It was such a tragedy. Even the word "thank you" made her tremble for a long time, but she couldn't say it smoothly, because the damage had been done, and He Yi had always known that the thickness of her face had already burst once, and she couldn't force it anymore.
Treat yourself as a person without face.
In the awkward scene, Qingwu glanced sideways and caught a flash of extremely secret injury on Ling Yansen's handsome profile.
She stretched out her hand, touched his cold fingers, and wrapped them one by one in her warm palm. This man needs a touch of warmth anytime, anywhere, a touch of warmth that can keep him going.
She gave it to him.
Qingwu hurriedly smoothed things over and smiled at He Yi, who was stiff as a log, "Auntie, the matter has come to an end, don't be too sad. I always believe that good people will be rewarded. Now we can only pray that Henhan Taji will have good luck.
I will notify you as soon as I find out about him."
He Yi then moved his mouth, squeezed out a thank you, and then hurriedly left in the opposite direction like a gust of wind.
Ling Yansen looked sideways, staring at the deepest part of the corridor that was as dark as a black dome, until her dejected and slightly hunched back turned into a black dot in his sight. His eyes were still as deep as the lake in the middle of the night that had lost the moonlight.
, no waves, no waves, a dead silence.
Qingwu was very quiet, holding his hand tightly until the sweat beads on her palm were implanted on the back of his hand. She did not speak, knowing that she should be good at this time, because she knew that he needed an independent space to comfort his deep heart.
The fantasy of maternal love has been torn apart everywhere.
When Ling Yansen calmed down and finally recovered, when he felt the warm little hand in his hand was missing, he turned around and saw Qing Wu holding Duo Duo, and Sister Chen standing aside, the three of them with six eyes.
Staring at him.
Especially Duoduo, who is pink and lovely, slithering restlessly in Qingwu's arms like a fish, with her big peeled black grape eyes staring at Ling Yansen with a silly expression.
Yes, dumbly, competing with Qing Wu.
Ling Yansen saw that the saliva on his little mouth had almost flowed onto Qingwu's hand, and the sticky stick was swaying in the air with the wind.
He deliberately kept his face serious and acted fiercely, with a tigerish face that scared Duoduo, but his eyes were full of endearment.
He walked over and took out the children's wet wipes from Sister Chen's bag. He wiped them roughly with his general movements, while squeezing his cheeks that had finally become fleshy these days. "You little fool, how old are you? You still have the nerve to drool. What do you want?"
Bath your mother with your saliva?"
Only then did Qingwu realize that she looked down and was amused by Duoduo's silly look. She realized that she couldn't stand what Ling Yansen said.
He scolded, "Is this how you educate your son? What do you mean by bathing me with his saliva? What kind of man are you!"
Ling Yansen held back his voice, hearing her extremely angry tone, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Sister Chen was nearby, looking at the family of three gathered in a small circle in the corridor of the house, covering her mouth and snickering.
After thinking about it, Sister Chen learned her lesson this time and immediately stuffed Duoduo bags into Qingwu's hands, making an excuse, "Um... Young Master, my wife has had a low fever these past two days. I was wondering if I could please..."
I took three or four days off and stayed by his side. He is getting older, and his body can't stand the cold at all times, and he suffers from serious and minor illnesses..." But in my heart, I was worried about my wife who spends three days every two days lifting roofs in the house or working in the fields.
I sincerely apologize…
When Ling Yansen heard this, he frowned and immediately took out a card from his wallet and handed it to Sister Chen with a serious face, "Sister Chen, you are serious, why didn't you tell me earlier? You can hold this card first for emergency use.
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Sister Chen thought it was just a lie, but money was involved, and her face suddenly became complicated. She quickly refused, "No, no, no, young master, the salary you gave me is enough, it's enough!"
"Take it!"
Ling Yansen had a straight face, like a bronze sculpture. Qing Wu sighed repeatedly, lamenting that he had been doing good deeds with a fierce face all his life. Is he helping people or scaring them? It's better to be good or not.
This man, can he be kinder when he does good deeds? Why does he behave like a gunman?