Chapter 118: The son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting

When the dawn sun once again enveloped the earth, Jiang Feng was hiding under a pile of dead trees at this time. His whole body was covered with layers of dead branches and rotten leaves, and all his internal breath was running on his back. The armed police who stepped over Jiang Feng would not notice the slightest strangeness under the rotten leaves. Jiang Feng had been at the bottom for more than an hour, and five armed police walked past Jiang Feng's back without any notice. As the surrounding armed police became more and more rare, Jiang Feng knew that the police should make a mistake and transferred their troops to the rear to encircle him. As long as they persisted for a while, when the troops on Linhai became less and less, Jiang Feng would have a much greater hope of sneaking back to Linhai silently.

The first people in the city today accepted a special patient, a person closely monitored by the police. He is also a person with very special cases. In this modern modern with very developed technology, genetic diseases are basically eliminated, and incompleteness in the DNA chain can be repaired through some medical technologies. Although there are still a slight flaw, the emergence of genetic diseases has been eliminated. However, this patient is a genetic disease that has disappeared in the medical community for decades. The source of the disease has been in the brain area that has not been completely resolved by humans so far, and it is still in the most mysterious dream area.

The dream area is subject to research by countless experts and scholars, but no one has given a reasonable answer or explanation so far. Some people say that the dream area is another activity of human beings after they lie down, while others say that the dream area is the closest place to the human soul and is closely connected to the soul. No matter which statement, although everyone has their own opinions, one thing has reached a consensus. That is, the dream area involves nerves that can only be simulated but cannot be seen in detail. Necrosis in the dream area is equivalent to the exhaustion of the nerves and is also a signal of announcing death.

"Wake up, wake up. Lingling. Stop crying, your mother is awake." Li Muran opened his heavy eyelids, and this awakening was as long as a lifetime. But Li Muran insisted on walking out of the endless darkness and opening his eyes, because she wanted to look at her son and daughter before she died. If possible, she still wanted to see the man she still loved deeply. They are her only concern in this world, and perhaps the father she hadn't seen in almost twenty years was also one.

"Lingling, don't cry. Mom is fine, it's just too tired and sleeping for a long time. Where is your brother?" Seeing Jiang Ling with her eyes swollen, Li Muran showed a kind smile, and her eyes showed guilt. She knew her condition better than anyone else. Her mother, Jiang Feng's grandmother, died of this disease. As early as when Jiang Feng was still young, Li Muran knew that she had the same disease as her mother. So she had a life-threatening work every day, hoping to save some savings for her two poor children before she died to maintain their future lives. The performance of her son during this period made Li Muran very pleased, and Li Muran, who was worried that her two children would not be able to live after her death, felt much more at ease.

"Brother said that it takes a lot of money to treat the disease. He has to go to a faraway place to raise money and it will take some time to come back." Seeing his mother wake up, Jiang Ling's tears still circling in her eyes. Her mother was sleeping, and her brother didn't know where she went. For a child who was less than ten years old, there was an indescribable fear of the strangers around her.

"Come here, mom hug you." Hearing Jiang Ling's explanation, Jiang Feng's mother looked at Li Rongrong next to her, as if she could see everything. She didn't say anything and held Jiang Ling in her arms without saying anything. She patted Jiang Ling's back. After a while, Jiang Ling, who had been having nightmares for the past two days, fell asleep.

"What's wrong with Feng'er?" Seeing her daughter sleeping, Li Muran still patted her daughter's back and asked Li Rongrong who was standing aside.

"Jiang Feng has gone to raise money." Li Rongrong hesitated for a moment, and still planned to hide the truth from Jiang Feng's mother.

"Don't lie to me, I know Feng'er's temper. Feng'er's money is in my card, and I know how much money it is. Even if you encounter a serious illness, the cost of early treatment is still enough. He will not leave Lingling and me alone at this time. He knows that if no one coaxes Lingling to sleep, Lingling will have nightmares at night." Li Muran's eyes emitted a wise light, as if Li Muran was no longer the hard-working woman in the past. But a superior with a noble temperament and seems to be able to see through everything.

"Jiang Feng..." After hesitation, Li Rongrong still told everything she knew under Jiang Feng's mother's gaze. From Li Muran's kidnapping to Sister Hong's accidental death, and Jiang Feng's escape from prison, Li Rongrong told everything she knew.

"Do you have a phone number?" After hearing Li Rongrong's statement, Jiang Feng's mother breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to make sure that her son was still alive.

"What is the number, I'll dial it for you." Li Rongrong took out the communicator and saw Jiang Feng's mother stretching out her arm with difficulty and said. After hearing Jiang Feng's mother's number, Li Rongrong dialed the communicator and placed the communicator in Jiang Feng's mother's ear.

"Hey!" In the villa area guarded by countless soldiers in northern Beijing, a villa in the upper limit mentioned in the entire villa group. Several people were sitting around the dining table for breakfast, an elderly man in his sixties, a middle-aged man in his thirties, a pregnant woman, and a young girl in his twenties. The nanny had just put a glass of milk in front of the old man when he heard the phone ringing in the living room, and walked over and picked up the phone and fed it.

"Is it Wu Ma? Zhiyuan asked him to answer the phone?"

"Oh! OK, wait." When Wu Ma heard the sound from the phone, she felt familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember who it was. But she subconsciously called Jiang Zhiyuan to answer the phone as what the other party said. It seemed that Wu Ma was right to obey the other party's orders in her subconscious mind, without any resistance.

"Hey! I am Jiang Zhiyuan, who are you?" Jiang Zhiyuan walked over and got the phone.

"Zhiyuan, they said that Feng'er killed someone and wanted to shoot Feng'er. Come here quickly." Hearing Jiang Zhiyuan's voice, Li Muran finally cried after persisting for so many years. It seemed that she was really tired. After hearing the voice of the man who blocked the wind and rain for her, she put down her disguise and showed the cowardly side of a woman.

"Feng'er...Mu Ran. What's going on with Mu Ran? Where are you? Tell me quickly, I'll go here." Hearing the sound from the microphone, Jiang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then, who had never been serious, lost his composure for the first time in more than ten years, seemed to have found a person who was deeply engraved in his heart and could not let go.

"At Linhai First People's Hospital, come here quickly." Li Muran, with a tremolo, turned off the communicator without waiting for Jiang Zhiyuan to reply. Then he held his daughter and his shoulders kept shaking. Li Rongrong looked at Jiang Feng's mother in surprise. For so many years, Li Rongrong had always thought that Jiang Feng's father was dead. But he didn't expect that Jiang Feng's father was still alive, and Jiang Feng's mother always knew his existence and his phone number, but for some reason he had not contacted him.

"Mum Wu prepares a car, I'm going to Linhai, hurry up." Hearing the busy voice coming from the phone, Jiang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel excited and shouted to Ma Wu. When Jiang Zhiyuan called out Mu Ran's name, the pregnant woman sitting next to her wanted to answer, but was stunned. The old man's eyes showed a trace of complexity and a slight anger. Only the young woman saw the expressions of her aunt and grandfather, showing a blank expression. When she saw the second uncle who had always been solemn and rigorous, the woman was even more puzzled.

"No," the old man roared angrily when he saw the man picking up his coat.

"Mu Ran said someone wanted to kill Feng'er. Although you never admit that Feng'er is your grandson, he is my son. You can watch your grandson die, but I can't ignore my son." Jiang Zhiyuan, who used to obey his father's arrangements, did everything according to his father's words except on the third day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Zhiyuan once again disobeyed his father's wishes, just like he was willing to give up everything for the sake of the person he loved deeply.

"Nizi." Bang, seeing Jiang Zhiyuan running out in a hurry, the sound of a hover car starting in the yard sounded. The old man slapped the dining table, shaking the plates on the dining table and slamming the quilt on the dining table, and his chest kept rising and falling, and he looked very angry.

"Dad, don't be angry. The mother and son have been away for so many years. If there was no real problem, she wouldn't have called Zhiyuan." The pregnant woman looked out the window, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes, a little sad and a little guilty...

"Uncle Fu, go to Linhai." The old man breathed a few breaths when he heard the pregnant woman's words, but the anger on his face was still gone, and he shouted to the living room.

"I know, Master." An old and fat man stood up and saluted Jiang Changguo who was angry at the dining table. He turned around and walked out. His eyes flashed, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

"Grandpa, Feng'er is..."

"Han Ling, Auntie is a little tired and help me back to the room." Before Jiang Hanling finished asking her questions, she was interrupted by her aunt. Seeing that her aunt kept winking at her. Jiang Hanling said oh, stood up and helped her aunt upwards and walked towards the bedroom upstairs, leaving only Jiang Changguo who was angry at the dining table.

"Aunt, do you know who Feng'er and that Li Muran are? Li Muran, your aunt's name is Qin Muran, it's really a coincidence." After returning to the room, Jiang Hanling couldn't help but ask in curiosity in his heart.

"Didn't you see it in Jiuling Mountain last time?" The woman looked at her niece with a hint of grievance.

"Jiuling Mountain? You said that the mother and daughter who came back last time, almost scolded by grandpa. The second uncle just said that the person named Feng'er was his son, so he said that the person named Mu Ran was him..." Jiang Hanling looked at the second aunt who was a little sad and said, "The second uncle is actually raising a little wife outside. Second aunt, don't be angry, I will help you scold him when the second uncle comes back."

"You ghost." Seeing the woman's swearing, the woman smiled and showed a memory look: "To be precise, although I knew Zhiyuan earlier than her, Zhiyuan has always loved her. Before I married your second uncle, they were already together. And there was a child named Jiang Hanfeng. It was for her that your second uncle had a quarrel with your grandfather. He said that he would break up with your grandfather and go his own way in the future."
Chapter completed!