C1 Mad woman

Qing Shui was at the most remote place in A City. At the foot of the mountain, a man and a woman were pulling on the door of a mental hospital.

The woman shouted, "Let me go! I'm not insane! Let me go! "

"Be good, if you are sick then you must be cured. I am doing this for your own good." A handsome man with a cold aura pulled a woman who was shouting at him and said softly, "If you look closely, however, you will notice that the man's eyes were clear and cold."

"Jiang Mo Ling..." "Can you let me go ?" The woman looked at the man almost imploringly, her eyes full of fear.

The man who was called Jiang Mo Ling tightly held the woman's hand, "Don't be afraid, your illness will recover soon."

Having said so, Jiang Mo Ling didn't give the woman a chance to speak, he carried the woman into the hospital.

No matter how much the woman in his arms tore at Jiang Mo Ling's clothes, he never let go of her hand. Only when the two doctors walked up to Jiang Mo Ling did he stop in his tracks.

When the woman saw the two doctors, her entire mind tensed up. She didn't know why Jiang Mo Ling brought her here or what he would do to her.

This kind of ignorant fear pressured her to the point where she couldn't even breathe. A layer of mist had already begun to appear in her clear eyes.

"Jiang Mo Ling ?" The woman's voice trembled as she called out the man's name, her hands tightly grabbing onto the tie on Jiang Mo Ling's chest.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo Ling lowered his head to look at the woman in his embrace, a trace of tenderness suddenly appearing in his eyes.

"Is everything ready?" Jiang Mo Ling didn't have the chance to meet that woman, and instead, his gaze fell on the two doctors.

"It's all prepared. It's a new type of surgery introduced from abroad, requiring craniotomy. However, there is a certain risk. If the operation fails, it is very possible that you will become a vegetable." The leading doctor looked at the woman in Jiang Mo Ling's embrace and was a bit hesitant, but he still reported the risks of the operation to Jiang Mo Ling truthfully.

When she heard the two words "Craniotomy", the woman seemed to realize something, and then crazily pounded Jiang Mo Ling's chest, "You can't do that! No! You let me go... Let me go, okay! "Big brother Ling ?"

Jiang Mo Ling seemed to be unable to feel the pain and didn't have the slightest intention of letting go. However, when he heard the words "big brother Ling", his expression became absent-minded for a moment.

"Director Jiang ?" The doctor who just finished speaking looked at Jiang Mo Ling in a daze and reminded him.

Hearing someone call him, Jiang Mo Ling finally came back to his senses. "Give her an injection and prepare the operation."

The two doctors looked at each other before opening the medical kit and taking out the syringe.

"No... "No..." The woman shook her head crazily. Her hands were locked up by one of the doctors and she couldn't move. She could only watch as the sharp needle pierced into her skin.

"When you did that, you should have thought of the consequences you would have to pay. I told you from the beginning, don't play any tricks in front of me. Otherwise, I will make you feel worse than death." Jiang Mo Ling said coldly. The deep emotions in his eyes were complex, and it only made people feel a bone piercing chill.

As Jiang Mo Ling finished speaking, the liquid from the syringe also ran out. The woman gradually lost her strength to struggle, and her consciousness also gradually became blurry.

The medicinal effect quickly took effect. The woman looked with difficulty at Jiang Mo Ling's incredibly beautiful face, as if she wanted to carve every single pore on Jiang Mo Ling's body into her heart.

Finally, she closed her eyes in despair. "Big brother Ailing ?"

Jiang Mo Ling gazed at the woman lying on the sickbed with deep emotions, quietly thinking back to what the doctor had just said to him.

"Miss Zhu's operation wasn't very successful, but it shouldn't be too risky because we can't guarantee that she will definitely lose her previous memories."

Jiang Mo Ling was lost in his thoughts and didn't realize that the woman on the bed had woken up.

"Ugh ?" "Where is this place?" The woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Her head hurt.

"You're finally awake, boy." Hearing this voice, Jiang Mo Ling was pleasantly surprised.

"Tong?" Only now did the woman realize that there was someone beside her, but she didn't know who this man was, and who was the child he spoke of?

The woman's mind was blank, as if she couldn't remember a lot of things, especially this man in front of her. She didn't have any memories about him, but her heart actually ached faintly when she looked at this man.

Jiang Mo Ling gently looked at the woman on the bed, "Idiot, you're a child. Zhu Tong, my Jiang Mo Ling's wife."

As he spoke, Jiang Meiling took a newspaper from a nearby table and placed it in front of the woman, "Look, this is the report on our engagement. The woman on this newspaper is you, Zhu Tong."

"But ?" Why can't I remember a thing? " The woman looked at the newspaper dubiously, trying hard to recall the memories, but to no avail.

"You're sick. It's a very serious illness. You might not be able to remember it for now, but it's better now. With me here, I'll be your only memory." Jiang Mo Ling softly said as he held the woman in his arms.

"Wishing you all the best... "Child ?" The woman nodded and crawled into Jiang Mo Ling's embrace. She seemed to remember the smell on Jiang Mo Ling's body and was very familiar with it. Now, other than believing in this man in front of her, she had no other choice.