"Once possessed? Possessed what?"
Tang Yaoyao focused on the key points, and her eyes only lit up when she looked at Jiang Li and said the words "once possessed".
But in just a moment, all of Jiang Li's light vanished, and she said, "It's not like that, I never thought it would turn out like this."
Jiang Li seemed frightened, her emotions shifting extremely rapidly, so fast that Tang Yaoyao couldn't keep up: "Do you know me?"
Tang Yaoyao was quite far away from her, and the doctor was also afraid that she might hurt Tang Yaoyao, so they kept their distance.
In order to get closer to her, Tang Yaoyao pulled the doctor aside and sat on the edge of the bed, wanting her to see more clearly.
Jiang Li calmed down, looked at Tang Yaoyao carefully, and smiled, "Don't you know Tang Yaoyao? That big star, I know you, everyone knows you, right? Do you know me?"
"I know you. Your name is Jiang Li."
“Yes.” Jiang Li nodded: “You actually know me, that’s great, Tang Yaoyao knows me.”
"Why did you call me here?" Tang Yaoyao asked again.
Jiang Li scrutinized Tang Yaoyao carefully: "I called you here? Oh, right, you took my most important thing."
"What's most important to you?" Tang Yaoyao stared into her eyes.
Jiang Li's eyes were red, as if she had suffered a great injustice. She pursed her lips and said, "He won't let me write letters. I'm so lonely and in so much pain, do you know that?"
Tang Yaoyao asked, "You used to always write letters to Fu Xiuchen, right?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Li's eyes widened in terror. She covered her head and shook it, deeply shocked, and babbled incoherently, "No, no, I won't write anymore. Please, don't hit me. I'll do whatever you say. Don't make me write letters anymore."
"Jiang Li, Jiang Li. Calm down!"
The doctor was trying to control Jiang Li's emotions, but Jiang Li was out of control and struggled violently: "Ah, let me go, I feel uncomfortable, don't make me write anymore, I'm not sick, I'm not sick, go away, don't send me in!"
Jiang Li had an attack; she was extremely agitated, and the doctor quickly gave her an injection to calm her down.
Based on her initial assessment, Tang Yaoyao felt that she had some connection with the girl who wrote the letter to Fu Xiuchen. She stood there staring at Jiang Li for a while before asking, "Doctor, do you know her home address? I'd like to go and find out more about her."
“When her father brought her in, he didn’t give her any contact information. She still owes our hospital for treatment fees, but we can’t just ignore her. If we let her out, she might retaliate against society, and we dare not act rashly.”
Tang Yaoyao saw Jiang Li curl up, but when she rolled up her sleeve, she saw a ring of scars. She was somewhat surprised: "Her scars..."
“It was there before I came,” the doctor said.
Jiang Li had not just one wound, but many; both arms bore the marks of being beaten.
Tang Yaoyao squatted down and asked, "When you were at home, did you write any letters to Fu Xiuchen? You've been writing to Fu Xiuchen all along, haven't you? You admire him and persevere. Actually, you're a good girl with good intentions. You never thought you'd receive a letter from Fu Xiuchen. You just used writing letters as motivation to move forward."
Jiang Li braced her hands against her chest, a posture that generally doesn't provide a sense of security. Although she had calmed down, Tang Yaoyao's words still made her very sad, and tears kept falling down her face.
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