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

Chapter 94 Am I cheating on myself?

"Thump!"

"Knock knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

Jiang Lang felt his mouth was dry and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down many times.

The living room lights were dim, and with Bai Zhaoli blocking his view between him and the light, he couldn't quite see Bai Zhaoli's face.

But for some reason, he could see that her face was flushed.

Her eyes seemed to hold a pool of autumn water.

And those two rosy lips—they seemed to look much prettier than usual out of nowhere.

This, this—

Bai Zhaoli's breathing was already erratic; she felt that she might have underestimated herself.

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It's very possible—even if I don't close my eyes to indicate my consent, Jiang Lang might still kiss me.

She had imagined or fantasized about what that feeling would be like.

It should be wonderful.

But when it was about to happen, she had an urge to run away.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, so fast that she felt faint.

Is it about to happen?

"Shori————"

Jiang Lang's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Bai Zhaoli's voice trembled slightly: "Mmm!"

Jiang Lang's lips moved: "I—"

The voice, tinged with struggle and longing, almost made Bai Zhaoli lose her balance while squatting.

I don't know why.

At this moment, the urge to escape reached its peak.

"Ah Lang, are you thirsty?"

"what?"

"I'm so thirsty, I'll go get myself a cup of tea!"

After Bai Zhaoli finished speaking, she ran to the tea table as if fleeing, picked up the always-available cold tea pot, poured a cup, and gulped it down.

Jiang Lang: "————"

Bai Zhaoli: *thump!*

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

My heart rate didn't slow down, but the cup of herbal tea did dilute the feeling of palpitations.

After a moment of confusion, he couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet in frustration.

Why did I run away?!

Just then, Yang Yu's voice rang in my ears: "Hey? No! Why did you run away? I can't admit defeat this time!"

Bai Zhaoli: "————"

Yang Yu: "I thought you were so capable, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward."

Bai Zhaoli: "————"

Seeing that she didn't react, Yang Yu smiled and comforted her, "You can't be blamed for this. It's actually a self-protection mechanism. You know Xiaohua, right? She's the daughter of the deputy director of the finance department. Her husband is her childhood sweetheart, the really handsome one."

She once told me that her husband was in good health and very romantic, and that she enjoyed it very much.

But when the two of them were doing something together, she couldn't help but push her husband away every time she was about to get to him.

Later, after seeing a doctor, the doctor said it was a self-protective mechanism, a subconscious fear that the body would reach a physiological state it couldn't handle.

Bai Zhaoli was taken aback; she hadn't realized there was such a saying.

In that case, I can't blame myself for being unambitious.

Yang Yu added, "But I've never seen anyone as sensitive as you as you, running away even from a kiss."

Bai Zhaoli: "???"

She gritted her teeth, took out the miniature camera from the earphone, and crushed it in one swift motion.

I took several deep breaths before I could finally calm down.

He then poured himself a fresh cup of herbal tea and walked to the sofa.

"Ah Lang, drink up, it's very thirst-quenching."

Jiang Lang also felt that he might need a cup of herbal tea to calm down the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

I drank a cup, and I felt a bit better.

A sense of drowsiness crept over him, and he turned over again: "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in an hour."

"Um----"

Bai Zhaoli watched his retreating figure, gently pursing her lips, and rubbing the cup in her hands.

This is the cup she just used. Judging from the way Jiang Lang clinked glasses, the part he drank from was right in front of her.

Well, that's a kind of progress, right?

I'll definitely be able to next time.

However, before the next time, the relationship between the two should at least be clarified.

Otherwise, it always feels a bit frivolous.

She tiptoed back to the tea table, poured herself another cup of chilled tea, and happily returned to the sofa with the cup in her hand, picking up her laptop to continue organizing her documents.

About an hour later.

Jiang Lang opened his eyes: "Are you all ready? Shall we set off?"

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Bai Zhaoli was somewhat surprised: "Huh? I haven't even called you yet, how come you woke up by yourself?"

Jiang Lang sat up: "We shouldn't waste time sleeping now."

Although his main goal is still to overclock the room and complete the final link in this training stage.

However, if the Wood Dragon can be used to achieve a further breakthrough in the Horn Constellation, that would certainly be an excellent thing.

After all, every theoretical breakthrough is something that can only be achieved by chance.

He was still in a hurry.

Bai Zhaoli chuckled, "Okay! You're right! I've already organized the information. Let's get dressed first, and then we'll set off."

As she spoke, she grabbed Jiang Lang's wrist and led him into the guest room.

After changing into new clothes and looking new, she quickly left Yang Yu's house.

Upon arriving at the underground parking lot, I changed into a new car.

Jiang Lang couldn't help but glance at her: "Just how many identities and how many cars do you own?"

Bai Zhaoli pushed up her sunglasses with a smirk: "There are plenty! But this new identity and new car aren't mine. Sister Yu arranged them for me through the Public Security Bureau. They're specifically for handling cases, so it's no big deal if they get caught."

Jiang Lang: "————"

So that's how it is. She really does have a hamster-like personality.

He shook his head and started the car: "Where do we go now?"

Bai Zhaoli opened her memo: "Let's go to Ren'ai Hospital first. There's a patient there who's quite typical, and my dad also has shares in the hospital, so it'll be easier to investigate."

"good!"

Jiang Lang responded and drove off directly towards the northeast of Qipu District.

He had heard of Renai Hospital; it was a very famous private hospital, especially renowned for its psychiatry department, which was particularly skilled in treating psychological trauma. Many veterans suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder received treatment there.

Some elderly people with troubled families and a desolate old age also come here for recuperation.

This single project accounts for 80% of the hospital's revenue.

The remaining 20% ​​is also for medical services supporting this project.

When the two arrived, they immediately showed the identification provided by Yang Yu.

After explaining their purpose, the hospital director led them to the sanatorium.

They also enthusiastically explained the patient's condition along the way.

Jiang Lang listened, his eyes flickering slightly. He thought to himself that working with Bai Zhaoli was really worry-free; this patient was quite typical.

The patient is 67 years old and a retired lieutenant colonel from the Column. He suffers from severe post-traumatic stress disorder and some dementia. He spends a considerable amount of time each day in a dazed and confused state.

When his children come home for holidays, he also goes home to reunite with them.

Normally, they stay in the sanatorium.

Then one Mid-Autumn Festival, he returned home and his mental state inexplicably improved a lot.

I rarely have nightmares or yell anymore, and the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease have almost completely disappeared.

To this end, his attending physician gave several academic lectures to share his treatment experience.

But then they found out something was wrong.

One day, the family of a deceased doctor came to the hospital to collect condolence money.

When the patient saw this, he rushed over like a madman, hugging and kissing the old lady, which terrified her.

Because of this incident, the relatives of both sides almost came to blows.

An apology would have been enough, but the patient insisted that she was his wife. However, when asked her name and identity, he couldn't answer any of the questions.

But they knew that the old lady liked to eat oranges and that she liked to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms in the autumn. They could even tell her which mushrooms she liked best.

Everything is correct in the details.

But the patient had never been to the place where the fungi were produced.

That place was the hometown of the old woman and her deceased husband.

"And then?"

Bai Zhaoli couldn't help but ask.

The hospital director sighed: "What happened next is a mess. The old lady is the widow of one of our hospital's doctors. She has quite a bit of savings. Her only remaining relatives are her nephew's family. Her nephew and his wife treat her very well, but they think the patients are only after his money and don't allow them to associate with her."

The patient's mental state deteriorated because he couldn't see anyone, and he often sat by the window wiping away tears.

But if you ask them what they've been through, they can't answer.

However, the old lady would occasionally find an opportunity to visit, bringing gifts with her.

Although there was no significant improvement, the patient was still quite happy.

You've come at the perfect time; the old lady is here right now.

"oh----"

The two seemed to be deep in thought.

This could very well be a symptom of soul fusion.

It is highly likely that someone else's soul is fused into the patient's skull.

But what does this mean?

I'm cheating on myself?

Led by the hospital director, the two arrived at the ward door.

"Shall we go in?"

"No rush, wait a bit."

Jiang Lang smiled and looked inside through the small window in the middle of the ward door.

The two were found sitting at the dining table, the patient sitting upright.

Although her hair was gray, her hairstyle was meticulous, clearly done with hair gel.

The old lady's face was beaming with smiles: "Was the mushroom soup delicious today?"

"Delicious, delicious!"

The patient praised him repeatedly, then took something out of his pocket: "I feel bad taking advantage of you all the time, so I'm giving you a gift."

The old lady asked curiously, "What?"

She accepted the gift, which was a piece of drawing paper folded into a neat square.

Curious, I opened it and saw a portrait of a young girl holding a bunch of matsutake mushrooms, smiling radiantly.

The light and shadow danced, and the figures were graceful and charming.

The patient said, as if taking credit, "I drew it for you!"

The old woman stared at the girl's portrait for a long time, her eyes slowly reddening.

Then at some point.

She covered her face with her hands and broke down in tears.

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