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

Chapter 95 Useless trash, let me teach you how to date!

I saw the old lady crying.

The patient was momentarily at a loss, just like a young man newly in love: "Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? I can change!"

The old woman wiped away her tears, picked up her lunchbox, and stood up: "This has nothing to do with you, I should go!"

The patient grew anxious: "I just got here, why are you leaving already? Can you stay a little longer—I'll take you home!"

"Sit down!"

The old woman's voice was filled with anger.

The patient was startled and could only obediently sit down, watching the old lady leave with a pitiful expression.

"Bang!"

The door closed.

The old woman leaned against the wall and sat down weakly.

It took a while before I noticed someone standing at the door.

She rushed forward anxiously, grabbed the hospital director's arm, and cried out, "Director Fu! His condition hasn't been diagnosed yet? What's going on? Why can I see my husband's shadow?!"

Dean Fu also had a bit of a headache: "Aunt Chu, I still have things to take care of. I'll wait until I'm done—"

"Need not!"

Jiang Lang said gently, "You've come at the perfect time! Aunt Chu, we are psychiatrists transferred from the capital. We'd like to ask you about the patient's condition. Is this convenient for you?"

Grandma Chu nodded quickly: "Convenient, convenient!"

Dean Fu understood and quickly said, "Please come with me!"

soon.

The group then went to the reception room.

As soon as she sat down, Old Mrs. Chu began wiping away tears: "Doctor! I don't understand anything about cultivation, but I feel like my husband's soul is trapped inside that person's head. Can you please save him?!"

Dean Fu sighed; he had heard this kind of talk many times before.

Jiang Lang hesitated for a moment: "Aunt Chu, I have a question that may be a bit presumptuous, may I ask you?"

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After a moment's hesitation, Old Mrs. Chu said in a low voice, "Go ahead and ask!"

Jiang Lang cleared his throat: "Don't you feel that it's not that your husband's soul has been imprisoned, but rather that he has been reborn through this identity?"

"I knew you'd ask that—"

Grandma Chu wasn't angry, but her expression became even more sorrowful: "In the end, I wasn't alone. My husband and I loved each other very much. Although he passed away from a serious illness, we were still very happy during the last period of his life."

I just want him to be laid to rest and don't want him to suffer anymore.

Old Li is a good person, but he should be himself and not try to become someone else.

Jiang Lang was somewhat moved, never expecting that Old Madam Chu was so insightful.

Despite missing her husband so much, she still insisted on her own sense of right and wrong.

Grandma Chu was silent for a moment, then said, "Doctor! You have so much experience, can you help us?"

Jiang Lang said gently, "We just arrived here and don't know much about the patient's condition yet. His illness is too rare, and we can't determine the cause right now."

"My husband's soul must be inside his head!"

Grandma Chu became anxious, and her voice rose to a high pitch.

Jiang Lang comforted him, saying, "You've been with your husband your whole life, so we definitely trust you, and we'll explore that direction in our future consultations."

Grandma Chu finally calmed down a bit: "Then I'll leave it to the doctor!"

Jiang Lang nodded and stood up: "We'll go see the patient right away! Aunt Chu, please wait here for a moment."

"Thank you, doctor!"

Grandma Chu watched them leave with anticipation.

They left the reception room.

Jiang Lang lowered his voice and asked, "What kind of doctor is the old lady's husband?"

Bai Zhaoli chuckled: "At Ren'ai Hospital, it's definitely a psychiatrist. What kind of question is that?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "I asked which specialization within psychiatry. Have you ever been to school? You're illiterate!"

"you----"

Bai Zhaoli glared at him angrily and didn't interrupt his questioning.

Dean Fu thought for a moment and said, "Professor Lin is a senior professor with many areas of expertise, but he is particularly skilled in the field of dissociative identity disorder."

"oh----"

Jiang Lang seemed lost in thought, recalling the situation in the ward earlier, and suddenly asked, "By the way! Is Professor Lin good at painting?"

Dean Fu knew what he was asking, so he answered directly: "With the basic skills of a medical student, they should be able to draw some things, but we can't say they're good at it. The patient, on the other hand, has been learning recently and even hired a painting teacher to come to their home."

"So that's how it is."

Jiang Lang nodded.

During their conversation, the group had already arrived at the ward.

When they arrived, the patient was staring blankly at the portrait on the table.

Jiang Lang didn't knock; he simply pushed the door open and entered.

The patient was startled and quickly put the portrait away behind his back: "Dean Fu, who are they?"

Before the vice president could speak, Jiang Lang sat down directly opposite the patient: "Li Guogong, right?"

"Who are you?"

Li Guogong looked at the two people in front of him warily.

Jiang Lang immediately flashed his identification: "We are special investigators from the Public Security Bureau. We suspect you are involved in a series of murders. You must cooperate fully with the investigation!"

Li Guogong hadn't expected this person to be so direct and question him so bluntly, and his expression immediately tightened: "You, what makes you think you can doubt me?"

Jiang Lang squinted and smiled, "I only said you might be involved in the murder case, but I didn't say whether you were the murderer or the victim. Why are you immediately assuming you're the murderer?"

Li Guogong was only briefly startled before quickly regaining his composure, his tone becoming stern: "Your aggressive manner is exactly how you question a murderer, isn't it? Dean Fu, did you even verify this person's identity? Don't just let any shady character in!"

what!

As expected of a retired lieutenant colonel, his mental fortitude is indeed remarkable.

Dean Fu smiled apologetically: "We've already verified it! They meant no harm; they were just investigating and gathering information. We just need to cooperate."

Li Guogong nodded and said, "Ask me any questions you have, I'll definitely cooperate."

Jiang Lang glanced at him thoughtfully: "What's your name?"

"Li Guogong!"

"Are you sure it's not Lin Yu?"

"Of course not!"

"Since you are not Lin Yu, why are you bothering Lin Yu's widow?"

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Li Guogong looked somewhat agitated: "What? Can't older people fall in love?"

Jiang Lang scoffed, "Of course you can! It's your freedom to date whomever you want, but your dating skills are truly appalling. The old lady was scared away by you and said she would never come again. She kept muttering those words as she left."

"What?"

Li Guogong's expression changed drastically: "How is that possible? She really said that?"

Jiang Lang shrugged: "We all heard it together. You can ask them if you don't believe me!"

Bai Zhaoli and Dean Fu nodded in unison.

Li Guogong was stunned: "How could this be? She must have misunderstood something! I'm going to find her!"

"Looking for her?"

Jiang Lang made no attempt to hide his sarcasm: "What's the point of going to her? You killed her husband, and you still want to pursue her as your life partner? How can you be so delusional?"

Li Guogong panicked: "I didn't! Don't slander me!"

Jiang Lang raised an eyebrow: "You think you can just say you don't have it?"

Why don't you believe me?

"It's no use if I believe it; you have to convince the old lady!"

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"Lieutenant Colonel Li!"

Jiang Lang crossed his legs, striking a pose like a big shot: "I am not very talented, but I am known as the Little Casanova of the Capital. If you don't mind, you can become my apprentice and I will teach you how to flirt with girls. The success rate will definitely be higher than if you mess around on your own."

Of course, this is on the premise that you haven't done anything wrong and are willing to cooperate with us.

Li Guogong: "!!!"