Chi Wei stepped over the man's corpse and paced to a stop in front of Chi Jisong.

He put the muzzle of the gun to Chi Jisong's forehead, forcing the little girl to look up at him, "Tell me, what are you thinking?" ”

The calmer the voice, the more it makes people's hearts tremble. It's a bit of a remote location, and usually no one passes by, so no one screams at this terrifying scene.

"I'm afraid you'll get hurt." The answer was exactly the same as that day.

The man didn't appreciate it and wanted to teach her a lesson, his hand holding the gun slowly raised, ready to hit hard, but he heard the little girl ask him, "Do you have a stomachache?" ”

His hand stopped a few centimeters on Chi Jisong's head, and hung in the air like this, half of his body was not in the shadows, his face was gloomy, and the red bloodshot in his eyes was much lighter, and he didn't look as scary as just now.

"Move your mouth."

Jiang Mengan squatted on the ground, grabbed Chi Jisong's cheek with his left hand, and took her aside, his right hand still holding the examination report dropped by the male nurse just now.

Chi Jisong pulled the corners of his mouth according to Jiang Meng'an's request, although he couldn't help twitching, it was much better than forcing him to laugh.

"Are you scared?"

He held Chi Jisong's face and asked her to turn her head to look at the man lying on the ground.

She shook her head, after all, it wasn't her who died.

Jiang Meng'an's hand also shook with her movements, his fingers were slightly forced, and red marks could already be seen on the girl's face, but Chi Jisong didn't even make a sound of gasping for cold air, but her physiological reaction caused her to shed tears.

Jiang Mengan let go of her hand, stood up and looked at Chi Wei, who had calmed down, and said her opinion, "Her expression should be psychological. ”

Chi Wei didn't answer, reached out to touch the cigarette in his pocket, and only remembered that the cigarette that Jiang Mengan asked him to smoke just now was the last one.

He took out his phone and made a call, "Call someone to clean up here." ”

Not long after hanging up, people came from the other side of the stairs, and they skillfully cleaned up the scene, and the people who were carried away looked as if they were still alive, and the places on the ground that should have been bloodstained were restored to the appearance of human figures.

Jiang Mengan sent a text message to the people in the monitoring room and took the two back to the consultation room.

The CT film was placed on the white reading light film, and the director read all the examination reports, and asked Chi Jisong to try to do some facial movements before he came to the conclusion: "There is nothing wrong with the facial nerves, but there are indeed obvious obstacles to the performance of some expressions." ”

"The unnaturalness of this facial expression is mainly related to mentality and mood, Mr. Jiang's idea is right, I suggest you take her to see a psychiatrist, and then see if she wants to receive acupuncture treatment according to the specific situation."

From entering the consultation room to now going out, Jiang Mengan has been holding her hand, and his emotions began to be wrong when he was questioned in the corridor.

Chi Jisong felt strange and a little unaccustomed, but as soon as she let go a little, Jiang Meng'an grabbed it tighter, and felt that his hand was trembling slightly, so she didn't plan to break free, she was still holding it by him.

The current situation is that Jiang Mengan held her and didn't let go, she grabbed the corner of Chi Wei's clothes and didn't let go.

"Chi Jisong, has anyone beaten you?" Jiang Mengan's voice was a little hoarse when he asked.

Chi Jisong didn't know why he asked this, so he had to answer honestly: "Yes." ”

Jiang Mengan turned to grab her shoulders with both hands and squatted in front of her, "If in the future, if someone beats you again, or does other things to you that make you unhappy and make you hurt, you will come to me." ”

He rummaged in his pocket, but didn't touch the business card, remembering that he didn't need such a thing as a business card in his position, he took out a pen from the director, wrote a phone number on the back of the checklist, and handed it to Chi Jisong: "Call this number, I'll help you solve it." ”

"Jiang Meng'an." Chi Wei spoke up.

"Chi Wei," Jiang Mengan interrupted him, clearing his throat and speaking again, "I know what I want to do." ”

He stood up and looked at Chi Wei, "You still have to learn how to be a good 'stepfather'." ”

"Last time, you were going to train her, isn't this another kind of softening?"

Chi Wei silently took Chi Jisong's hand, Chi Jisong was a little surprised, did not break away, shook his hand back, and left with him.

Jiang Mengan didn't follow, lit a cigarette and walked in the opposite direction of them.