Chapter 50 New Clues

Yan Lan immediately disconnected the phone and threw the phone into the game backpack.

There was a knock on the door.

"Daoist Yan, are you inside?"

Mr. Xian Li's voice sounded: "I saw you stayed inside for a long time on the surveillance, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Yan Lan responded.

I talked for so long that I forgot that the nurse was on duty.

However, this hospital is very conscientious, and the head nurse cares enough about the patient's condition.

"Okay, do you need any help?"

"No need," Yan Lan washed the handles, opened the door and came out, "I'm sorry, but I'd like to trouble the nurse for a long run."

"This is what I should do," Mr. Xianli said with a smile, "Could Daoist Yan not be able to sleep? I happen to be on duty today, why don't we go for a walk together, the moonlight outside is nice."

She spoke softly, and the warm yellow light from the bathroom melted her gaze.

Daoist Yan couldn't refuse such a kind invitation even if he closed his eyes and pretended to be puzzled.

Not to mention breaking someone else's cup during the day.

The moonlight in the corridor is also warm yellow, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard blow down on the window sill.

"Daoist Yan has something on his mind, so he will naturally not be able to sleep, it's not just a problem with the brain and nerves."

Mr. Xian Li walked beside Yan Lan.

When the line of sight falls slightly, you can see the shadows standing side by side.

"I saw the news that the land of Heming Taoist Temple was auctioned two days ago. Is it because of this concern?"

When she was admitted to the hospital, Yanlan made a fortune teller for her, that is when Lord Xianli asked about her lineage inheritance.

Yan Lan nodded: "Yes."

It can't be said to be related to the game.

There were still people sitting on the bench in the corridor, a boy of thirteen or fourteen, and his mother.

"Nurse Xian."

Seeing him, the mother forced a smile on her haggard and sallow face.

It was only then that Yanlan realized that the two of them had reached the fifth floor, which was the most serious schizophrenic ward.

She was bound to this floor after she fell ill.

"No rest yet?"

Mr. Xian Li stepped forward to chat with the mother, Yan Lan looked at the child.

The little boy squinted his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his fingers were holding something invisible, which kept moving.

"What are you doing?" Yan Lan asked.

"Play games."

The boy kept playing the game, and suddenly said "hmm" to the air next to him:

"I know, I will win."

The mother who was talking to Mr. Xianli also paused, looked sideways at the boy, and then at Yanlan.

"I scared you, sorry."

There was a smile on the mother's face:
"He was sick and was talking to a friend."

Yan Lan's voice was very soft: "It's okay."

The child's soul is not incomplete, nor is it haunted by evil spirits.

He's just sick.

Yan Lan couldn't help, she couldn't even cure herself.

"Mom, my friend is very good at playing games, he can lead me to five kills!"

The boy suddenly looked up at his mother, praising his vision of not being able to see, his face was pale and emaciated due to the disease.

"Hey."

The mother choked up, and laughed again, "Then you tell your friend, just say that auntie asked him to help mother take care of you."

The expression of trying to hide the sadness, feeling a little wronged but not daring to hold back his mouth, trying to raise the corners of his mouth to smile, made people feel distressed.

"This situation is not only painful for patients, but also for family members."

Mr. Xian Li sighed, and continued to move forward with Yan Lan.

"And his mother only has this one child, and it's still a single-parent family... the pain will only double."

Yan Lan lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

It is also absurd luck to have no relatives and no friends.

At least my troubles will no longer make people feel tricky and painful.

"The Daoist made a fortune teller for me before, and it was my life goal, do you remember?"

Mr. Xian Li seems to have changed the subject.

"Remember." Yan Lan nodded.

"Well, you said at the time that what I wanted was long-term and the journey was difficult.

"Tell me again: people, the direction of the heart, follow the past, life is like a journey against the road, and sail with a reed."

Mr. Xian Li bent his lips and turned his body, with bright eyes and white teeth, so beautiful and soft:
"I'm also giving this sentence back to the Taoist priest now. I hope you can persevere and fulfill your wish."

"……you're right."

Yan Lan smiled and stopped.

She raised her hand suddenly, as if she wanted to squeeze something from Mr. Xian Li's hair, but she only touched the air.

When he returned his hand, there was a plum blossom on his fingertips.

"If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms?"

Yan Lan put the flowers in Mr. Xian Li's palm, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes:
"Send it to you, thank you."

Envious of Li Jun's preciousness, he held the plum blossoms and lowered his long eyelashes:

"This is what I should do."

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"I couldn't sleep because of the creaking noises I heard last night! I'm going crazy!"

Yan Lan watched Jian Mengtian go mad beside her bed.

He yawned lazily.

"Calm down, don't go crazy in the mental hospital, even if you are the dean's daughter, you should be careful not to be caught."

Yan Lan unscrewed the thermos cup, took a sip of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, and closed her eyes comfortably.

All the idlers were kicked out by this eldest lady, leaving only the two of them.

"If I do this again, I will really be hospitalized! Are you sure I am haunted by some gray fairy?"

Jian Mengtian collapsed and threatened: "If it's fake, I won't..."

"You won't what?"

"I won't pay!"

Yan Lan: "..."

You are going too far!
Yan Lan reluctantly sat up straight, screwed on the lid of the cup, and found a somewhat serious expression.

"Under the pillow today, did you find any red paper?"

"Have!"

Jian Mengtian was about to cry, and quickly took out a torn red paper from her bag.

Yan Lan took it and sprinkled it on the bed cabinet.

The pieces of paper danced on their own without wind, crookedly spelling out a single word:

【Marry】

"Ah!" Jian Mengtian screamed, covering her mouth and crying.

Like a frightened little rabbit.

"These shredded papers were opened with the teeth of mice."

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows, "Is what I said true?"

Jian Mengtian cried and nodded.

"Will you give me money?"

"Here, a lot," Jian Mengtian sobbed, "You solve it, and I'll give you more than six figures."

What is six figures?

Yan Lan silently stretched out her fingers and counted:

Tens of millions...more than one hundred thousand? !

Oh, what a rich man.

"Tell me about your dream in detail," Yan Lan said, "and your family relationship, such as your parents' relationship."

Jian Meng finished speaking sweetly.

Yan Lan listened carefully: "So your father stepped in backwards, you and your mother's surname, your surname is Jane...Jane's Group?"

"Yes."

Jian Meng nodded sweetly, and couldn't hold back her complaints while crying:

"My family opened this mental hospital for my grandmother, and my mother gave it to my father later. Otherwise, I would not have come here. The food, transportation, and environment are not good. The road I came here was bumpy to death."

Yan Lan: "..."

"why do not you talk?"

Jian Mengtian was flustered, and suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, so she hurriedly said:

"I heard that the patients in the mental hospital are not doing very well, and they are forced to shock, restrain, and keep them free.

"This will never happen to us, but we are still not free. If you help me, I can take you out shopping, eating, and doing nail art!"

Do you mean free access?

This is a good thing.

"I'll help you, but you have to tell the truth."

Jian Mengtian nodded repeatedly.

"Do you know a man who has been suing his girlfriend for many years..."

Yan Lan weighed her words: "A middle-aged man?"

"I know, I know."

Jian Mengtian was stunned, and said strangely: "Aren't you talking about my uncle?"

"Who is your uncle?"

"That's right, my dad's twin brother."

(End of this chapter)

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