Chapter 39 [014] Hospital Crazy Woman - Blood Jade (3)

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"Little Gang-"

A low, magnetic male voice rang out, Yang Zimei looked back, her breathing stagnated slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.

The tall and tall man in front of him, wearing a well-fitting cyan suit, with slightly short hair, a handsome and warm face, deep eyes, a high nose, and a curled lips without a smile, is exactly the replica of the Min Gang she knew in the previous life. .

"dad--"

With tears in his eyes, Min Gang rushed forward aggrieved, fell into the man's arms, hugged his waist and cried, "Mom is crazy, what should I do? I want my mother, woo woo."

It turned out to be Min Gang's father Min Qinghua when he was young, no wonder they look so similar.

Min Qinghua picked up Min Gang, took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped the tears and snot from his face with the tenderness of a loving father, and comforted: "Little Gangzi, don't cry, mother will soon be Will be fine."

He hugged Min Gang and looked through the glass at the sleeping wife, whose originally beautiful face was twisted in pain, his heart ached.

He couldn't understand that his wife Huang Qiuxian, who had always been quiet and peaceful, suddenly went mad last night, as if she had been hit by an evil spirit.

"Woooo, I want mom, dad, I want mom to get better soon, woohoo." Min Gang continued to cry.

"I have a way to make her better."

Yang Zimei on the side said loudly.

Only then did Min Qinghua notice that there were people beside him. One was a young man in black clothes and black trousers, with an extremely handsome face, but his temperament was as cold as a newly drawn sword, and the other was a little girl of the same age as his son.

And it was the little girl who spoke.

Glancing at his deep eyes, Yang Zimei seemed to have seen Min Gang in the previous life, her mind was a little confused, she became nervous for no reason, her tongue was knotted involuntarily, and she stuttered: "She...she... It's... yin... evil... the... evil... qi, so... it's..."

Min Qinghua's brows furrowed slightly.

He has always been a materialist, and he simply does not believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world.

What's more, this kind of words came from the mouth of a five-year-old girl.

Yang Zimei saw that he didn't care what he said and didn't know what to say.

He was too much like Min Gang, who had a crush on him in his last life. In front of him, she was really nervous and confused, and her usual eloquence couldn't be stretched out.

At this time, Min Qinghua's phone rang, he answered it, then frowned and said, "Dad, you don't believe what Zhongxie said, do you? With our family's identity, what kind of Taoist do you want to do? It's just a joke, forget it."

What was being said on the phone.

Min Qinghua didn't want to be disobedient, so he just answered "whatever you want" and hung up the phone.

In the ward, Huang Jingxian's hypnotic medicine had worn off. She opened her eyes abruptly, her pale face was extremely distorted, but her legs and hands were tied up, so she kept twisting her body and screaming, looking extremely terrifying.

Min Gang was so frightened that he cried again.

Seeing his wife like this, Min Qinghua banged his head against the wall in pain.

Huang Jingxian struggled for a while, and her whole body was exhausted, and she gradually lay down weakly, with a pair of large, empty, dark eyes, her eyes wide open, without any focus, like a puppet without a soul.

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