Fang Ming was too lazy to pay attention to this woman whose brain was either murderous or crazy.
"The most important thing for you now is to find the person, not to play tricks on me here."
Sha covered his chest, looking sad and disdained, "I have tried very hard to find you."
"I followed him into the city, and I saw you making all this fuss from a distance, so I wanted to see if I could come over and lend a hand."
"The gangster boss fled back to the city?"
Fang Ming pondered for a moment and shook his head.
It's not me who is unlucky, but the survivors of Joensuu who are going to suffer.
He waved his hand, "Go ahead, I have nothing to offer you here."
The man in gray wrapped himself in his robe and leapt down from the top of the cathedral like an elegant assassin.
After she left, Li Xiuqing, who had been silent for a while, slowly spoke.
"This person seems to be in an extreme mental state."
Fang Ming held her in his arms and sat on the roof. "Nominally, she is the most powerful card in my hand, a somewhat rebellious servant."
Li Xiuqing was smart and understood the hidden meaning behind his words. "What is the reality?"
"In fact, he is a murderer who can't even control himself. When he gets crazy, he will cut into pieces any living thing in front of him."
Fang Ming smiled with a gloating look on his face, "There's also a gang leader who's on the run for his life. The people in this city are going to suffer."
Li Xiuqing said nothing after hearing this. She covered the silver cross pendant on Dai Shi's neck with her hands and lowered her head, muttering something silently.
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Fang Ming staring at her intently.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
Fang Ming found it interesting. "I almost forgot that Dr. Li is also a devout monk!"
Li Xiuqing frowned, stretched out his fingers to press Fang Ming's lips, and said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Hmm? What did I say wrong?"
Li Xiuqing sighed, his face a little melancholy, "I am not a monk, not even a devout believer."
As a nonbeliever who would be stuck on the wall of nonbelievers after his death, Fang Ming could not understand the woman's melancholy and made a violent statement without caring:
"Feudal superstition is not good. It's better to believe in me than in God. At least I can warm you up..."
He reached out and held her in his arms.
Li Xiuqing sat obediently in Fang Ming's arms and held down his hands that were resting on her abdomen. "Don't move. Listen to my story."
Fang Ming followed suit and responded with a "tut-tut-tut" sound, putting his nose close to her hair to savor the fragrance of her long hair.
"I have been learning medicine from my father since I can remember."
"Although I inherited his medical skills, I failed to inherit his faith in God."
"At that time, I couldn't understand his mysterious preaching. His words about God saving people in distress still sound very empty now."
"After a quarrel with him, I went to college and rarely contacted my family, but I didn't stop paying for my living expenses and tuition. I also knew that I was just throwing a tantrum, but I didn't know how to reconcile."
"When I graduated from college, my mother called me and said that my father and she were coming to see me. Her voice was tearful."
Li Xiuqing leaned her head on Fang Ming's shoulder, sat on the church and looked at the scenery in the distance, her thoughts drifting away with her memories.
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