So, let's make a brief judgment.

Jiang Sheng squatted by the window of the ward, looked at the mentally ill person in front of him, and thought quietly in the breeze outside the window.

First, this guy shouldn't have been restrained by the Spiritual Authority.

For he had prophesied thirty-two, nay, thirty-three traffic accidents.

If someone from the Spiritual Steward was present, they would obviously have prevented the death from happening.

Second, this Yang Fuxian's ability, I don't know if it's a prophecy on the news.

For the time being, it cannot be ruled out that his abilities are different.

Third, this ward seems to have the ability to hide its breath. So I was outside the hospital, so I didn't notice the calamity here.

Fourth, black spirits do not usually appear in the bodies of living creatures. Because of the overflowing calamity, eighty percent will directly kill the host.

This Yang Fuxian is not dead yet, which can only show that he is not normal.

A pale blue spirit.

Could it be that he was originally a psychic person, but now he is just possessed by a resentful spirit?

Jiang Sheng thought.

immediately jumped on the bedside table, and then pressed another paw on the top of Yang Fuxian's head.

No, I can't.

The black cat wrinkled its nose and shook its beard.

Spells can't affect the souls of living people, these calamities have grown into Yang Fuxian's spirit body, and Jiang Sheng can't get rid of them at all.

This situation is completely different from He Wen's four-eyed boy.

It's a bit similar to what happened to Zhuang Kite.

But if we say that the seeds of the doom of Zhuang Kite have not yet sprouted.

Then the calamity in front of us is a small tree that has already grown branches.

In terms of the total amount of calamities alone, it seems to be much worse than the wraiths.

Silently confirmed, the malice he felt.

Jiang Sheng stood and wagged his tail.

But these calamities will grow.

If the car accident continues to happen, then the "blackness" in this spirit body will sooner or later change from quantitative to qualitative change.

Eventually devouring the pale blue spirit.

Then, completely free from the limitations of the physical body?

A conjecture was roughly made.

Jiang nodded knowingly, using a living person to raise the unformed resentful spirit.

It's a weird synergy indeed.

It seems that I will have to stay in the city for a while, at least to eliminate the hidden dangers first.

By the way, you can also search around the neighborhood to see if there are any members of the weird synergy.

If all goes well.

It was from them that he went to torture some information about the three thousand grievances.

After sorting out the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Sheng was about to observe Yang Fuxian in more detail.

Suddenly, two footsteps of different sizes appeared in the hallway outside.

"Step!"

The frightened black cat immediately rushed out of the ward through the window.

Then he squatted on the air conditioner and looked into the room.

The next moment, two people walked from outside the door to Yang Fuxian's bedside.

One of them was dressed in a white coat and was about thirty years old.

It looks like a young doctor.

The doctor has a slender physique, with just the right proportions of height, reminiscent of a well-trimmed tree.

The facial features are well-defined, the cheek lines are hard, and the eyebrows reveal a unique calmness and determination.

The deep eyes shimmered, as if they could see through all the incurable diseases.

The long eyelashes hang down on the eye sockets, like two rows of childish small curved willow leaves, outlining a handsome face. The high bridge of the nose is supported by a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses, with cold-toned clothes and elegant bookish temperament, which highlights his calm and professionalism.

Behind the doctor, there was a yellow-haired girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl was dressed in a black leather coat with rivets, and she was handsome, and her short hair shiny like gold shone in the sun, which showed that the price of dyes was expensive.

But Jiang Sheng doesn't like this behavior of dyeing his hair at a young age.

There was some determination in the girl's eyes, and the femininity and delicacy of women turned into a vague wildness and arrogance on her face.

The slender eyelashes, as if to show the girl's rebellious temperament, refused to fall. They are angled, supported, and supported by each other between eyeshadow and eyeliner.

Under the straight bridge of the nose are two thin lips.

There is no smile on the corner of the mouth, and there is an eye-catching metal lip stud. The looming collarbone and healthy tall figure are also one of the characteristics of this bad girl.

Her outfits are full of pop elements, and some oddly shaped badges are worn on the chest, which shows her peculiar character.

A girl who is afraid that it will be even more difficult to get along with than Yang Momo.

This is Jiang Sheng's first impression of the girl.

"Dr. Xu, my dad, how is he?"

The leather-clothed girl stood beside Yang Fuxian and asked with a complicated look in her eyes.

Her name is Xing Tao, and she is Yang Fuxian's daughter.

Yang Fuxian, on the other hand, is the president of a local gangster association.

Three months earlier, Yang had been hospitalized for his injuries and had fallen into a prolonged coma after being hospitalized in retaliation by a hostile community.

When he woke up again, he was already the same as he is now.

Delirium, split personality.

The doctor said that this is a severe concussion and emotional impact, causing a severe mental disorder.

Hospitalization and long-term care are required.

Xing Tao, as Yang Fuxian's only relative, nodded and signed his name.

Let her father be admitted to the nursing home under the GHC Hospital.

For this, she paid a rather high one-time fee.

Fortunately, as far as Xing Tao's family background is concerned, this cost is not unbearable.

"The situation is not promising."

Listening to Xing Tao's question, the doctor surnamed Xu sighed.

"Mr. Yang's case is extremely rare, and all the therapies known so far have not helped him significantly enough for his condition. So Miss Xing, you have to be prepared for your father, who may not be able to return to society for the rest of his life. ”

"Yes."

Listening to Dr. Xu's explanation, Xing Tao nodded expressionlessly.

She has always disapproved of her father's career, and even in her opinion, her mother's death is inseparable from her father.

So she rebelled, so she became what she is now.

But why?

I still feel sad when I look at you with a hideous face.

Xing Tao thought and lowered her eyes wordlessly.

After a long time, the girl spoke again and spoke slowly to the doctor.

"Well, if my dad can't get better......"

Without waiting for Xing Tao to finish speaking, Dr. Xu took the initiative to take over the words.

"According to the contract, our hospital will take care of you 24 hours a day and maintain your treatment until your father dies normally. Of course, Miss Xing can come at any time to visit your family if she wishes. ”

"I understand, thank you."

Xing Mo bowed slightly in a depressed manner.

"Well, then, please leave me alone here for a while."

"No problem, please feel free to call me if you need to."

Dr. Xu quietly exited the room.

Xing Tao stood alone at the head of Yang Fuxian's bed.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Suddenly, the black cat's eyes widened outside the window.