Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 100: There's a cow! There's a cow!

The SUV was parked quietly by the river.

Bai Zhaoli gazed serenely out the window. This river was a tributary of the Qijiang River, the very river that Jiang Lang had saved her that night.

Although she was far from the scene of the incident, she still remembered the scene from that day.

The river water was cold, but his embrace was warm.

The situation was dangerous, but his back and his shoulders gave her an indescribable sense of security.

The image is clear, but what keeps echoing in my mind is what she said on the phone just now—

"baby?"

She touched her cheek.

hot!

How did I manage to say those two words?

So did Jiang Lang take those words to heart?

Or was it just a small tactic to show off to Bai Jie?

never mind!

I don't want to think about these things!

Judging by the time, he should be arriving soon, right?

The question had barely crossed her mind when she heard the back door of the car open.

"call!"

Jiang Lang made sure Li Guogong was settled in, then let out a long sigh of relief: "Lieutenant Colonel Li, are you alright?"

Li Guogong, still shaken, said, "It's alright, it's alright! Let's run! Young Master Bai is a ruthless guy!"

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "No need! I just saw that Staff Officer Qin has arrived. I won't let him cause trouble."

"Huh? Staff Officer Qin?"

Li Guogong was startled, not expecting that this matter would also attract Qin Wei's attention.

Although he was young and didn't have much interaction with Qin Wei, he had heard about the man's methods.

However, now that Qin Wei has arrived, Bai Jie should not be able to catch up.

Bai Zhaoli smiled, didn't say much, and drove directly towards Qipu District.

Jiang Lang asked with a half-smile, "Lieutenant Colonel Li, I heard from Dean Fu that you intend to speak with me?"

—

Li Guogong gritted his teeth, feeling that it would be impolite of him not to speak up.

However, he was still somewhat embarrassed, and after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.

Jiang Lang noticed his embarrassment: "Don't worry, I promise I won't let a fourth person know what we're saying in the car. But—it might be different once we get out of the car. You still have twenty minutes."

Li Guogong finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "That Mid-Autumn Festival, my children took me home for a family reunion. I fell ill during the first half of the journey and didn't recognize them until they were about to leave, when I regained my senses. I don't know if you can understand that feeling, but I—I was very sad."

"I can understand."

"After they left, I stayed at home for a while. Suddenly someone knocked on my door. When I opened it, I found a stranger who was about my age. At first, I was a little wary, but then I thought, I'm just a useless old man with dementia, I don't have anything to take from me, so I let him in."

"and then?"

"The man's surname was Dou. He said he could help me cure Alzheimer's disease and asked if I was willing to undergo treatment. I didn't know anything about him, so I asked him all sorts of questions. Mr. Dou didn't hide anything from me and said he could help me implant another person's soul, someone I knew."

"Professor Lin?"

"It's him."

"Do you know the consequences of implantation?"

"Yes, I know. He told me."

"So you accept that external will controls your emotions?"

"Why not accept it? I've always liked his wife!"

"what?"

Bai Zhaoli couldn't help but turn her head to take a look.

There are cows!

Li Guogong was somewhat embarrassed: "I'm not afraid to tell you this, but when I was first admitted to the hospital, I met Professor Lin. We even chatted a few times and I met his wife a few times—as you probably know, I haven't remarried since I was widowed. But I also have my moral bottom line, and I didn't have any improper thoughts."

Jiang Lang grinned: "And then? What were Mr. Dou's exact words?"

Li Guogong sighed: "He said that when Professor Lin passed away, his biggest worry was his wife, because the couple had no son, and although his nephew and niece-in-law behaved well, they were actually very opportunistic."

The old lady is in good health now, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

But once she becomes unable to move around easily, her life may become quite miserable.

"Mr. Dou also said that the materials he used to treat me were Professor Lin's purest love for his wife, and also the last thing Professor Lin entrusted him to do. He even clearly told me that this could help me cure my 'old age'..."

"Dementia, but if I succeed, I won't be my true self anymore. Ask me if I can accept that."

"This is indeed a bit troublesome."

"What's so complicated about that? A healthy person can eat and sleep well and knows to go home when it rains. A person with dementia spends three days with their children during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but is only lucid for half the day. Is there even a choice?"

"That's true!"

Jiang Lang chuckled to himself; young people are all stubbornly pursuing their own path.

But old people who have weathered many storms and endured the hardships of life for many years, how could they be so particular?

Moreover, does pursuing oneself guarantee one's attainment of self?

Haven't most of them become obedient beasts of burden, tamed by the cruel realities of the world?

He asked with a smile, "Did Mr. Dou tell you why he chose you?"

Li Guogong sighed, "Me? I'm widowed, not a bad person, my status is neither high nor low, so I'm fit to live a peaceful old age. I'm also quite healthy and live a long life. My children are filial and have their own careers, so they don't need my money."

Jiang Lang nodded: "In that case, it is indeed a more ideal choice."

Li Guogong sighed: "That's all I know."

Why didn't you say so before?

"Mr. Dou is a good man. He treated me without charging me any money. He said his identity is very sensitive, and if I attract attention, he will take out that part of my soul. I—don't want to live a muddled life without any hope."

"Why are you saying it now?"

"I can't keep this secret, and—I feel you should be able to help me."

"He's actually quite capable."

Jiang Lang smiled brightly: "If you only want to keep that part of your soul, I really do have that ability. But your situation is a bit complicated. If you want to marry Old Madam Chu, I really don't have any way to help you."

Li Guogong was immediately overjoyed: "Really?"

Jiang Lang nodded: "Really! But the condition is—you help me find Mr. Dou!"

Li Guogong: "————"

A troubled expression immediately appeared on his face.

Jiang Lang asked in a low voice, "Do you still have any concerns?"

Li Guogong hesitated, "Are you going to arrest Mr. Dou? He—is a good man!"

Jiang Lang waved his hand: "It's not about arresting him, it's about asking him for help. I don't know what the outcome of helping will be, I can only say that I will do my best to ensure his safety within the bounds of my moral principles."

"real?"

"real!"

"————"

Li Guogong recalled the scene at the hospital. He could clearly feel that his memories had been easily unearthed. If the person in front of him didn't treat him like a human being, he could have collected a lot of information on the spot.

This is not a person who will stop at nothing.

So he took a deep breath: "After Mr. Dou cured me, he gave me a phone number, saying that if I felt I had mental problems, I could contact him for treatment. But I haven't called yet, and I don't know if I can still get through. Shall I read it to you?"

Jiang Lang's expression darkened slightly, sensing that this clue was likely to be wasted.

The previous encounter involving the extraction of memories may have already alerted Mr. Dou.

I'm afraid I might not be able to get through on this call.

But he still took out a mobile phone that he had prepared in advance but had not registered under his real name.

Li Guogong dialed the number and put it on speakerphone.

After two beeps, the call was actually answered.

Jiang Lang: "!"

Bai Zhaoli: "!"

Both of them pricked up their ears.

On the other end of the phone, the old man's voice was gentle and warm: "Who is it?"

Li Guogong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Dou, it's me, Li Guogong."

"Oh—it's Lieutenant Colonel Li! What can I do for you?"

"I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and my mental state isn't very good. I'd like to see you for a follow-up appointment."

"sure!"

Mr. Dou accepted it readily.

Jiang Lang and Bai Zhaoli couldn't help but exchange a glance, both feeling somewhat incredulous.

Li Guogong quickly replied, "Then where should I look for you?"

Mr. Dou thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to my house, Building 17, Ning'an Yunshu, Anning District. You can come over whenever you have time. I'll have the maid wait for you. Just come in when you arrive."

Li Guogong: "————"

He couldn't help but widen his eyes. He hadn't expected the call to go through, but things had gone so smoothly.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to that sentence.

Mr. Dou seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh, right, there's one more thing!"

Li Guogong quickly replied, "Please speak!"

Mr. Dou's voice was tinged with amusement: "That young man who fought me in your memory, if possible, bring him along too. He should be right next to you, right?"

Li Guogong:

"————"

Jiang Lang: "————"