Soul Patch

Chapter 192 Everyone is here

When the two arrived at the hospital, they found that the intensive care unit where Li Shiman was located was empty.

Wenjie and Liu Qingqing exchanged a glance.

Both of them now guessed that Li Shiman had been taken home by her parents.

Insisting on being discharged from the intensive care unit under immense pressure—what if something happened to the patient?

The hospital must have prepared a disclaimer before allowing her to be discharged.

So it seems their parents were convinced that the strange treatment that afternoon would work, or at least be better than what they would get in the hospital.

"Let's go, let's fight our way back!"

Wenjie pulled Liu Qingqing out of the hospital and onto the street to flag down a taxi.

The driver was an experienced man, who looked to be around fifty years old.

Wenjie took out the few yuan he had left in his pocket and asked the driver if it was enough to go to ** residential area.

The experienced driver shook his head bluntly.

"Here's what we'll do, you take us there first... Keep this money, and if it's not enough, I'll give you her phone number."

The experienced driver looked at Wenjie as if he were a monster, and Liu Qingqing had the same look in her eyes, even more so than the experienced driver, with a hint of resentment.

"Young man, you must be joking. Why would I need her phone number?"

Liu Qingqing stared at Wenjie with a resentful look. It seemed that the good impression Wenjie had accumulated in Liu Qingqing's mind had almost completely disappeared.

"You'll have to pay for a taxi if you call her later!" Wenjie responded confidently to the two people's confused and resentful eyes.

"Oh..." the experienced driver replied, drawing out the last syllable, "No, I won't drive without payment. What if she doesn't answer my calls? Besides, she doesn't seem like someone who owns a cell phone."

Wenjie was delighted by these words, and he glanced at Liu Qingqing, who was sulking beside him.

Liu Qingqing's face flushed red with anger. She gasped for breath and said, "Master, why are you looking down on people? Everyone has a cell phone! I think you're the one who doesn't have one."

"Can't you afford the taxi fare if you have a phone?" The experienced driver was no pushover either, and he shut Liu Qingqing down with a single sentence.

Liu Qingqing suddenly moved back, leaning against the back of the seat, and turned her face to look out the window.

Her heaving chest and trembling body showed that she was angry.

"Okay, I'll pay you double the taxi fare later, but you have to give me an address that won't change for the next twenty years!"

"Hehe... I don't even know if I'll live that long!" The experienced driver chuckled upon hearing this.

"Young man, you're more agreeable than that girl. From what you've said, I think you're a pretty honest person. Here's what we'll do: whatever money you have, that's all we'll ask for. I won't ask for any more than that."

The car finally started moving. It was true that even a hero can be brought down by a single dollar. Wenjie wiped his forehead, leaned back in his chair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, what's your name?"

“My surname is Wang. You’re about the same age as my son. Looking at you, I feel quite close to you.”

"Oh, so your son..." Wenjie originally wanted to ask his name, but then he thought that he was about the same age as him twenty years ago, so he would be in his forties or fifties now. So he changed the subject: "And your grandson is three or four years old now?"

"Haha, young man, you're quite the conversationalist. My eldest grandson is four years old, chubby and fair-skinned, so incredibly cute. His name is Fan, meaning I hope he can set sail and travel far in the future!"

"Wang Fan?" Wenjie repeated.

I wonder if this is the same person as Wang Fan, who was poisoned with hallucinogenic drugs by Jia Nan and ended up stabbing himself to death with chopsticks.

I don't think so. The name Wang Fan is quite common.

"We're here." The old man pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned to look at Wenjie, and then glanced at Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing still seemed angry; she opened the car door and stepped out as soon as the car stopped.

Wenjie gave all the money he had to the old man, said goodbye to the old man, and then went to chase after Liu Qingqing.

"Young man, if you make something of yourself someday, don't forget your old man!"

"Don't worry, your grandson's name isn't Wang Fan, I've written it down!"

Wenjie smiled and turned his head away. With a grandfather like that, constantly accumulating blessings for his children and grandchildren, they would probably be able to turn any misfortune into good fortune.

Is this the cycle of cause and effect that the old woman in black robes was talking about last night?

Wenjie called out to Liu Qingqing thoughtfully, "Wait a minute!"

Liu Qingqing stopped a short distance away and pointed in the direction of the residential area.

A black Mercedes slowly drove in, and the security guard at the gate deftly raised the barrier and saluted the person in the driver's seat.

"Hurry up! The person has gone inside," Liu Qingqing said.

"You even managed to find out the Li family's license plate number last time, you're not simple!" Wenjie sighed inwardly.

"That's right!" Liu Qingqing proudly handed the folded piece of paper from her pocket to Wenjie.

Wenjie glanced at the address of Li Shiman recorded on the note, silently memorized it, and then returned the note to Liu Qingqing.

He pulled Liu Qingqing over and glanced at her wrist: 10 o'clock.

"Let's split up. You go to Professor Zhao's place, the one who did psychological counseling for Li Shiman before. See if you can get any results..."

Before Wenjie could finish speaking, Liu Qingqing interrupted him. She stared at Wenjie with her big, watery eyes, saying incredulously, "How am I supposed to go? We don't even have any money left for a taxi. Besides, do you know where Professor Zhao works?"

"Go ask."

"Why did you assign me all the difficult tasks? What are you going to do? Just stand here and wait for Zhang Zhipeng to be carried over, then stop him?" Clearly, Liu Qingqing had a problem with the division of labor.

“I’m going to try my luck at Li Shiman’s house. I guess the old woman in the black robe might be there too. She probably has some preparations to do before 16:23 PM.”

"Wenjie... are you kidding me? Then I'll go with you." Liu Qingqing pouted.

Wenjie hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Alright, but if you encounter any danger, remember to run for your life."

His tone was heavy, which made Liu Qingqing feel uneasy.

In fact, Wenjie vaguely felt that the mental interference mentioned as the cause of Li Shiman's hysteria might have come from that mysterious old woman.

So he deliberately sent Liu Qingqing away, feeling that he had no chance of winning against that old woman who exuded an aura of death.

Adding Liu Qingqing to the mix would only cause more trouble than help. When you're struggling to take care of yourself, how can you possibly have the energy to look after her?

This time, Liu Qingqing walked straight up to the security guard and pointed into the community with her slender, fair finger.

The security guard immediately understood and smiled, gesturing for the others to proceed.

“We’re together.” Wenjie pointed to Liu Qingqing in front of them.

The security guard said with a serious expression, "You still need to register!"

Wenjie had no choice but to obediently write down an address and sign his name in the signature field.

After he finished writing, he glanced up casually and noticed three words written in fluent regular script in the signature column, one line away: Zhao Jingshu.

I couldn't help but chuckle; it seems everyone's here!

(End of this chapter)