Unlucky black cat

So, let’s make a brief judgment first.

Jiang Sheng squatted by the window of the ward, looked at the mental patient in front of him, and thought quietly against the breeze outside the window.

First, this guy should not have been restrained by the Spiritual Control Office.

Because he has predicted thirty-two, no, it should be thirty-three traffic accidents.

If someone from the spirit tube had been present, they would obviously have prevented the death from happening.

Second, I don’t know if Yang Fuxian’s ability is the prophecy mentioned in the news.

The possibility that he has different abilities cannot be ruled out for the time being.

Third, this ward seems to have the ability to hide aura. That's why I was outside the hospital and didn't notice the disaster here.

Fourth, black spirits usually do not appear in the bodies of living creatures. Because the overflowing disaster will probably kill the host directly.

This Yang Fuxian is still alive, which only shows that he is abnormal.

Light blue spirit.

Could it be that he was originally a psychic, but now he is just possessed by a evil spirit?

Jiang Sheng thought.

Then he jumped on the bedside table, and then put a paw on Yang Fuxian's head.

Can not be done.

The black cat wrinkled its nose and shook its whiskers.

Curses cannot affect the souls of living people. These disasters have already grown into Yang Fuxian's spirit body, and Jiang Sheng cannot exorcise them at all.

This situation is completely different from that of He Wen's four-eyed boy.

It is somewhat similar to Zhuang Yuan's experience.

But if we say, Zhuang Yuan's seeds of disaster have not yet sprouted.

Then the disaster in front of us is the small tree that has already sprouted branches.

In terms of the total amount of disaster, it seems to be much worse than the Wraith Spirit.

Silently confirming the malice he felt.

Jiang Sheng stood and shook his tail.

But these disasters will grow.

If the car accident continues to happen, sooner or later the blackness in this spiritual body will change from quantitative to qualitative.

Finally swallowing the light blue spirit body.

Then, completely get rid of the limitations of the physical body?

Made a rough guess.

Jiang Sheng nodded clearly and used living people to feed the unformed resentful spirits.

This is indeed a strange method of coordination.

It seems that I have to stay in this city for a while, at least to eliminate the hidden dangers first.

By the way, you can also search nearby to see if there are any members with weird collaborations.

if everything goes well.

So I just started with them and tortured out some information about Three Thousand Resentments.

After clearing up the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Sheng was about to observe Yang Fuxian more carefully.

Suddenly, two footsteps of different sizes appeared in the corridor outside.

tread!

The frightened black cat immediately ran out of the ward through the window.

Then he squatted on the outside of the air conditioner and looked into the room.

The next moment, two people walked from the door to Yang Fuxian's bedside.

One of them was wearing a white coat and seemed to be around thirty years old.

He looks like a young doctor.

The doctor has a slender physique, with height proportions that remind one of a neatly pruned tree.

The facial features are clear-cut, the cheek lines are strong, and there is a unique calmness and determination between the eyebrows.

The deep eyes shimmered, as if they could see through all difficult and complicated diseases.

The long eyelashes hang down on the eye sockets, like two rows of childlike little curved willow leaves, outlining a handsome face. He wears a pair of simple black-framed glasses in front of his tall nose, which, paired with cool-colored clothes and elegant scholarly temperament, further highlights his calmness and professionalism.

Behind the doctor was a yellow-haired girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl was wearing a black leather jacket with rivets. She was handsome, and her short hair shone like gold in the sun, which showed that the dye was expensive.

But Jiang Sheng didn't like the behavior of dying his hair at such a young age.

There was some determination in the girl's eyes, and the softness and beauty of women turned into a vague wildness and arrogance on her face.

The long eyelashes, as if to highlight the girl's rebellious temperament, refused to fall down. They tilt, support, and support each other in the middle of eyeshadow and eyeliner.

Under the straight bridge of the nose are two thin lips.

There is no trace of smile on the corner of the mouth, and there is an eye-catching metal lip nail. The looming collarbone and healthy and tall figure are also one of the characteristics of this bad girl.

Her outfit is full of popular elements, and some weird badges worn on her chest show her unique personality.

A girl who is probably even more difficult to get along with than Yang Momo.

This was Jiang Sheng's first impression of the girl.

Doctor Xu, my dad, how is he?

The girl in leather clothes stood beside Yang Fuxian and asked with complicated eyes.

Her name is Xing Tai, and she is Yang Fuxian's daughter.

As for Yang Fuxian, he is the president of a local gang society.

Three months ago, Yang Fuxian was injured and hospitalized due to retaliation from a hostile group, and fell into a long-term coma.

When he woke up again, he had become what he is now.

Confusion, split personality.

The doctor said that this was a severe mental disorder caused by an extremely severe concussion and emotional shock.

Requires hospitalization and long-term care.

As Yang Fuxian's only relative, Xing Tai nodded and signed his name.

Her father was admitted to the nursing hospital affiliated to Quankang Hospital.

For this, she paid a rather high one-time fee.

Fortunately, considering Xing Tai's family background, this expense is not unaffordable.

The situation is not optimistic.

Listening to Xing Tai's question, the doctor named Xu sighed.

Mr. Yang's case is extremely rare, and all currently known treatments have not significantly helped his condition. So Miss Xing, you have to be prepared that your father may not be able to return to society for the rest of his life.

Yeah.

Listening to Dr. Xu's explanation, Xing Tai nodded expressionlessly.

She has never recognized her father's career, and even in her opinion, her mother's death is inseparable from her father.

So she was rebellious, so she became what she is now.

But why?

When I look at you with a ferocious face, I still feel sad.

Xing Tai thought, silently lowering her eyes.

After a long time, the girl spoke again and spoke slowly to the doctor.

Then, if my dad can't get better...

Before Xing Tai finished speaking, Dr. Xu took the initiative to take over.

According to the contract, our hospital will be responsible for 24-hour care and treatment until your father dies normally. Of course, Miss Xing can come and visit your family at any time if she is willing.

I understand, thank you.

Xing Tai nodded slightly depressedly.

Then please leave me alone here for a while.

No problem, please call me anytime if you need anything.

Dr. Xu quietly exited the ward.

Xing Tai stood alone at Yang Fuxian's bedside.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly, the black cat outside the window widened his eyes.