Chapter 50 New clues

Author: Daoge

Chapter 50 New clues

Yan Lan immediately stopped the phone and threw the phone into the game backpack.

A knock on the door rang out immediately.

"Master Yan, are you in there?"

Xian Lijun's voice sounded: "I saw you staying in the surveillance for a long time, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Yan Lan responded.

I have been talking for too long and I forgot to have the nurse on duty.

However, this hospital is very dedicated and the head nurse is also very concerned about the patient's condition.

"Okay, do you need any help?"

"No," Yan Lan washed the handle and opened the door. "Sorry, please let the head nurse go there."

"This is what I should do," Xian Lijun smiled, "Can Master Yan not sleep? It just so happened that I was on duty today, so why not go out for a walk together. The moonlight outside was good."

Her words were gentle, and the warm yellow light from the bathroom melted her eyes.

Master Yan could not refuse such a kind invitation even if he closed his eyes and pretended not to understand the charm.

What's more, he even broke a cup during the day.

The moonlight in the corridor is also warm yellow, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard blow on the windowsill.

"Master Yan has something to do, so he will naturally not be able to sleep, not just a brain nerve problem."

Xian Lijun walked beside Yan Lan.

If you look a little bit, you can see the shadows side by side.

"I saw the news that the land of Heming Taoist Temple was auctioned two days ago. Is Taoist Yan worried about this?"

When he was admitted to the hospital, Yan Lan calculated a fortune teller for her, which was when Xian Lijun asked about her pulse inheritance.

Yan Lan nodded: "Yes."

It can't be said to be related to the game.

There was still a man sitting on the bench in the corridor, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, and his mother.

"Nurse Envy."

When the mother saw the person, she held up her haggard and waxy face and forced a smile on her face.

Only then did Yan Lan realize that the two of them arrived at the fifth floor, which was the most serious schizophrenia ward.

She was bound to this level after she became ill.

“Have you had a rest yet?”

Xian Li Jun stepped forward and chatted with the mother, and Yan Lan looked at the child.

The little boy squinted his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his fingers were holding something invisible and moving constantly.

"What are you doing?" Yan Lan asked.

“Play the game.”

The boy kept playing games and suddenly said "Yeah" a few times in front of the air:

"I know, I'll win."

The mother who was talking to Xian Lijun also stopped, turned her head to look at the boy, and then looked at Yan Lan.

"I'm scared you, sorry."

A smile appeared on my mother's face:

"He is sick and talking to his friends."

Yan Lan's voice was very soft: "It's okay."

This child's soul is not incomplete or evil.

He was just sick.

Yan Lan couldn't help, she couldn't even cure herself.

"Mom, my friend is very good at playing games. He can take me to kill five times!"

The boy suddenly looked up at his mother, praising his invisible vision, and his face was pale and thin due to illness.

"Why."

The mother choked up and laughed again, "Then tell your friend, just say, aunt, please ask him and help mom take care of you more."

The expression of trying hard to hide the sorrow, feeling a little aggrieved but not daring to hold back the mouth, and trying to raise the smile on the corner of the mouth, made people feel distressed.

"This situation is not only the patients, but also the family members."

Xian Lijun sighed and continued to move forward with Yan Lan.

"And his mother only has this one child, and she is a single-parent family... the pain will only double."

Yan Lan lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

Having no relatives or friends is also a kind of absurd luck.

At least my troubles won't make people feel tricky or painful anymore.

"The Taoist priest has calculated a fortune for me before, and it is my life goal. Do you still remember it?"

Xian Lijun seemed to have changed the topic.

"Remember." Yan Lan nodded.

"Well, you said at that time that I asked for a long time and the journey was difficult.

"Tell me again: People, where their hearts are, are walking in the past, and they are like traveling against each other, and they sail with a reed."

Xian Lijun bent his lips and tilted his body, bright eyes and white teeth, simple and soft:

"I will give this sentence back to the Taoist priest now. I hope you can persevere and fulfill your wish."

"……you're right."

Yan Lan smiled and stopped.

She suddenly raised her hand, as if she was about to pull something from Xian Lijun's hair, but she only touched the air.

When I turned around, there was a plum blossom on my fingertips.

"How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a bone-breaking cold?"

Yan Lan put the flowers on Xian Lijun's palm, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes:

"Thank you for your sake."

I cherished it and respected it, held the plum blossoms with hanged long eyelashes:

"This is...I should have done it."

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"I kept hearing the squeaking sound last night and didn't dare to sleep! I was going crazy!"

Yan Lan looked at Jian Mengtian and got crazy in front of her bed.

Yawned lazily.

"Calm down and don't go crazy in the mental hospital. Even if you are the dean's daughter, be careful of being arrested."

Yan Lan unscrewed the thermos cup, took a sip of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

The idle people were driven out by the young lady, and the only two of them were left.

"If I do this, I will be hospitalized! Are you sure I am plagued by some gray fairy?"

Jian Mengtian collapsed and threatened: "If it was fake, I wouldn't..."

"You can't do anything?"

"I won't pay!"

Yan Lan: "…"

You're overdoing this!

Yan Lan forced herself to sit up straight, twisted the lid of the cup, and found a bit of serious expression.

"Did you find red paper under the pillow today?"

"have!"

Jian Mengtian was almost crying, and quickly took out a handful of broken red paper from her bag.
To be continued...