The Insane Woman in the Hospital – Blood Jade (3)
“Little Gang ——”
A magnetic and deep male voice sounded out. Yang ZiMei turned her head to look, she gasped a bit, and her heart jumped.
Before her eyes was a man with a tall and slim stature, donning a fit blue suit, short hair, handsome and gentle facial features, profound eyes, tall nose, and lips curved up yet not a smile. He’s exactly like a carbon copy of her previous life’s Min Gang.
“Dad ——”
Min Gang, eyes full of tears, aggrievedly ran over into his arms and held onto his waist as he cried, “Mommy went insane, what to do? I want mommy, hukhuk.”
So this was Min Gang’s father, Min QingHua, in his younger days. No wonder he looks like this.
Min QingHua lifted Min Gang, took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his trousers, and with a fatherly tenderness, wiped his snot and tears away as he comforted: “Little Gang, don’t cry, mommy will get better very soon.”
He held Min Gang and looked through the glass at his slumbering wife’s originally delicate face twisting in pain. His heart also twisting.
He couldn’t understand how his gentle and refined orchid-like wife, Huang QiuXian, suddenly became insane last night as if cursed. Her hair disheveled, yelling and shouting, and even got violent towards others.
“Hukhuk, I want mommy, daddy, I want mommy to get better quickly, hukhuk.” Min Gang continued to sob.
“I have a method to get her better.”
Yang ZiMei voiced from the side.
Min QingHua noticed there were others nearby. A youth dressed in all black with extremely handsome facial features but a cold disposition as if a sword just drawn from its sheath. And a little girl similar in age to his own son.
As for those words, they came from the little girl.
Having his profound eyes glancing her, Yang ZiMei felt as if seeing the previous life’s Min Gang and it slighted confused her state of mind. She became unexplainably nervous and tongue tied as she stammered: “She…… she…… affected…… by…… malig…… nance, that’s…… why…… like…… this……”
Min QingHua’s brows slightly wrinkled up.
He’d always trusted in materialism so he doesn’t believe in any talk of the supernatural in the world.
What’s more, these kind of words actually came from the mouth of a five-year-old girl.
Yang ZiMei saw that he paid no heed to her words and didn’t know what she should say.
She’s too self-conscious of her pervious life’s crush on Min Gang. In front of him, she’s just too nervous and her brain too chaotic that her usual articulation couldn’t show.
At this time, Min QingHua’s phone rang. He picked up the call, listened a bit, then scrunched his brows to say: “Father, you don’t also believe in talk of curses, right? With our family’s status, what Daoist service are you looking for? Simply creating something for others to laugh at, no thanks.”
The other side of the phone continued to voice something.
Min QingHua didn’t want to be disobedient and could only casually reply “Up to you”, then hung up.
In the room, the effects of Huang JingXian’s hypnotics passed. She suddenly opened her eyes, pale face extremely distorted, legs and arms helplessly tied up, she could only unceasingly twist her body and yell. An immensely horrifying image. [1]
Min Gang was frightened to tears again.
Seeing his wife’s in such a form, Min QingHua painfully hit his head against the wall.
Huang JingXian struggled a bit and all the strength in her body was expended. She gradually and weakly laid down, a pair of hollow large pitch-black eyes laxly opened but unfocused, as if a soulless doll.
The Insane Woman in the Hospital – Blood Jade (3)
“Little Gang ——”
A magnetic and deep male voice sounded out. Yang ZiMei turned her head to look, she gasped a bit, and her heart jumped.
Before her eyes was a man with a tall and slim stature, donning a fit blue suit, short hair, handsome and gentle facial features, profound eyes, tall nose, and lips curved up yet not a smile. He’s exactly like a carbon copy of her previous life’s Min Gang.
“Dad ——”
Min Gang, eyes full of tears, aggrievedly ran over into his arms and held onto his waist as he cried, “Mommy went insane, what to do? I want mommy, hukhuk.”
So this was Min Gang’s father, Min QingHua, in his younger days. No wonder he looks like this.
Min QingHua lifted Min Gang, took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his trousers, and with a fatherly tenderness, wiped his snot and tears away as he comforted: “Little Gang, don’t cry, mommy will get better very soon.”
He held Min Gang and looked through the glass at his slumbering wife’s originally delicate face twisting in pain. His heart also twisting.
He couldn’t understand how his gentle and refined orchid-like wife, Huang QiuXian, suddenly became insane last night as if cursed. Her hair disheveled, yelling and shouting, and even got violent towards others.
“Hukhuk, I want mommy, daddy, I want mommy to get better quickly, hukhuk.” Min Gang continued to sob.
“I have a method to get her better.”
Yang ZiMei voiced from the side.
Min QingHua noticed there were others nearby. A youth dressed in all black with extremely handsome facial features but a cold disposition as if a sword just drawn from its sheath. And a little girl similar in age to his own son.
As for those words, they came from the little girl.
Having his profound eyes glancing her, Yang ZiMei felt as if seeing the previous life’s Min Gang and it slighted confused her state of mind. She became unexplainably nervous and tongue tied as she stammered: “She…… she…… affected…… by…… malig…… nance, that’s…… why…… like…… this……”
Min QingHua’s brows slightly wrinkled up.
He’d always trusted in materialism so he doesn’t believe in any talk of the supernatural in the world.
What’s more, these kind of words actually came from the mouth of a five-year-old girl.
Yang ZiMei saw that he paid no heed to her words and didn’t know what she should say.
She’s too self-conscious of her pervious life’s crush on Min Gang. In front of him, she’s just too nervous and her brain too chaotic that her usual articulation couldn’t show.
At this time, Min QingHua’s phone rang. He picked up the call, listened a bit, then scrunched his brows to say: “Father, you don’t also believe in talk of curses, right? With our family’s status, what Daoist service are you looking for? Simply creating something for others to laugh at, no thanks.”
The other side of the phone continued to voice something.
Min QingHua didn’t want to be disobedient and could only casually reply “Up to you”, then hung up.
In the room, the effects of Huang JingXian’s hypnotics passed. She suddenly opened her eyes, pale face extremely distorted, legs and arms helplessly tied up, she could only unceasingly twist her body and yell. An immensely horrifying image. [1]
Min Gang was frightened to tears again.
Seeing his wife’s in such a form, Min QingHua painfully hit his head against the wall.
Huang JingXian struggled a bit and all the strength in her body was expended. She gradually and weakly laid down, a pair of hollow large pitch-black eyes laxly opened but unfocused, as if a soulless doll.
