Chapter 42 Card: He's handsome, isn't he?
"who is he?"
After a long silence, Ying Songmao's eyes flashed with anger, but his voice remained calm. Like a volcano about to erupt, his calm surface concealed scalding, fiery lava that could destroy everything.
Jiang Ling did not answer the question directly: "Didn't Captain Yuan contact you?"
She had originally thought that Yuan Yi would tell Ying Songmao the news immediately after making the call, but now it seemed that the two of them had not been in contact, and she wondered what Yuan Yi was busy with.
Ying Songmao shook his head: "No. I didn't go back to the office yesterday. My mother and I took turns watching over Yuhua, afraid that she might do something stupid at night."
Family members of suicidal patients often share similar feelings: having finally been saved, they are afraid of losing them again and wish they could watch over them 24 hours a day, even asking about them every two minutes when they go to the toilet.
Ying Songmao looked at Jiang Ling: "You know who he is, don't you? Please tell me."
As he spoke the last few words, he could no longer suppress his anger, and the words were squeezed out from between his teeth.
Jiang Ling could understand Ying Songmao's feelings: "Yesterday we took a young man from the hospital corridor. He was quite handsome and was carrying a bouquet of daisies. He probably wanted to visit Yuhua."
Ying Songmao narrowed his eyes: "I've been here the whole time, but I haven't seen him."
He stayed by his sister's side to prevent anyone from affecting her mood, but he didn't expect someone to be waiting outside the corridor, so he didn't catch him and ask him what was going on.
Jiang Ling looked into his eyes, a hint of pity in them that she herself didn't even realize: "Yesterday, Captain Yuan took him to the Municipal Bureau for a urine test, and the result was positive."
Upon hearing the news, Ying Songmao staggered back two steps, his hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with rage. It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart, causing him unbearable pain.
poison!
That was such a terrible thing.
As a forensic technician at the Public Security Bureau, Ying Songmao has participated in many drug-related cases and is well aware of the dangers of drugs.
How could that be?
How could there be drug-related people around Yu Hua?
How could that be?
How could Yu Hua be so oblivious and fall in love with someone like that!
Ying Songmao really wanted to rush to the ward to find his sister, but reason told him that he had to stay calm and figure out what had happened so that he could better protect Yuhua.
After taking a deep breath, Ying Songmao controlled his emotions and asked in a hoarse voice, "What exactly happened? What's the situation with that kid? Tell me in detail."
Jiang Ling told Ying Songmao about Chen Mu's basic situation: "He is still in the Municipal Bureau."
"Good! Very good."
Ying Songmao nodded, gritted his teeth, and his facial muscles stiffened from the action. He looked down at his police uniform, suppressing his anger.
If he weren't wearing this police uniform, Ying Songmao would have really wanted to give that kid a good beating.
He himself doesn't cherish his life, and he even wants to drag Yuhua down with him?
Absolutely shameless! Disgusting!
Jiang Ling knew he was upset: "That kid is very stubborn. He won't admit that he knows Yu Hua. If you want to get anything out of him, it will be very difficult. You should be prepared."
Ying Songmao slowly nodded: "Mm."
He dejectedly raised his hand, wiped his face, and said in a voice filled with suppressed pain, "I... I'll have Yuhua do a urine test later."
Once you get hooked on drugs, you'll be ruined.
Yu Hua is in a relationship with a drug addict. Who knows if she's gotten involved herself? Just thinking about this possibility makes Ying Songmao's anger burn like wildfire.
"Don't rush, take these flowers." Jiang Ling could tell he was emotional at the moment, so she turned around, took the large bouquet of flowers that Liu Haoran was holding, and stuffed it into Ying Songmao's arms.
The flowers bloomed vibrantly and exuded a captivating fragrance.
Ying Songmao passively accepted the bouquet: "This, is it for Yuhua?"
Jiang Ling hummed in agreement.
Her "hmm" sounded different from her usual calmness; the tone rose slightly at the end, giving it a unique gentleness.
Perhaps it was because the flowers were so beautiful and the fragrance so sweet that Ying Songmao, holding the flowers, felt a mesmerizing sense of being in a garden.
My heart was racing; this feeling was so unfamiliar.
Ying Songmao was somewhat at a loss, holding the flowers for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Jiang Ling didn't notice that Ying Songmao's heart was racing because of the bouquet of flowers. Seeing that he had calmed down and probably suppressed his anger, she asked, "She likes flowers, right?"
Ying Songmao was still somewhat dazed, and it took him a while to find his voice.
"Yes, Yuhua has loved flowers since she was little, and she also loves growing them. The small yard at home was full of flowers that she dug up from who-knows-where. The chemical plant was built against the mountain, and there was a mountain behind our building. Every spring, the mountain flowers bloomed very brightly. Yuhua loved to run up the mountain, and we didn't stop her because we saw that she liked it. The mountain behind the house wasn't high, and there weren't many wild animals. We've been climbing it since we were little, and we're not afraid."
Li Zhenliang exchanged a glance with Liu Haoran.
—My goodness, Ying is so talkative today!
—It's probably because he was too traumatized.
Jiang Ling continued, "What else does Yu Hua like?"
Ying Songmao thought for a moment: "Yuhua loves to dance. Although she can't hear the music, she can feel the melody through the vibrations of the floor. When she dances, she seems to glow, but now..."
Jiang Ling knew what Ying Songmao was thinking.
In his description, Ying Yuhua was a cheerful and optimistic girl who loved life. Although she couldn't speak, her life was full of sunshine because of the love from her parents and brothers.
She loves flowers, loves dancing, and is kind and lovely.
Is it possible that the Ying Yuhua that Ying Songmao knew was not the real Ying Yuhua?
In Ying Yuhua's world, there is not only sunshine, but also thunder, rainstorms and gloom.
Who dares to say that their heart is filled with only love and no hate, only gratitude and no resentment?
Even Jiang Ling had cursed her parents who abandoned her in her heart, and had vented her anger by crossing out the names of those troublesome criminals on paper in the dark of night.
If you want to help Ying Yuhua, you must understand her inner world.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ling said, "We're ready. Let's go up and talk to Yu Hua now."
Ying Songmao glanced at the three people standing behind Jiang Ling: "Aren't there a bit too many people?"
Jiang Ling waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's just me, Liangzi, Haoran, and Dawei guarding the gate."
Li Zhenliang was responsible for verifying the authenticity of the handwriting from a handwriting perspective, while Jiang Ling would draw different questions based on Ying Yuhua's reactions. Since Li Zhenliang had met Ying Yuhua during his visit the previous day, Jiang Ling would be paired with him again this time.
As for Liu Haoran and Zhou Wei, they were very proactive in setting up questions yesterday. Jiang Ling specially brought them along and assigned them the task of guarding the gate, so that they could be a united group.
Ying Songmao nodded, handed the flowers back to Jiang Ling, and led them into room 303.
Seeing Ying Yuhua, who was clean and dressed with two small braids, lying on the bed, and then looking at Yang Su'e, who was sitting by the bed with worried eyes but forced a smile, Jiang Ling knew why Ying Songmao had been waiting downstairs.
Getting up in the morning to wash and use the toilet are things a grown man shouldn't do in the hospital room.
Seeing Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang walk in carrying flowers, Yang Su'e stood up and said gently, "Little Li, Little Jiang, you've come."
Jiang Ling placed the large bouquet of flowers on the bedside table in the hospital room.
The bouquet, wrapped in pink cellophane and golden ribbon, stood firmly on the bedside table, looking vibrant and bright, instantly illuminating the entire ward.
Ying Yuhua's gaze was also drawn to the bouquet of flowers.
She tilted her head and stared intently at the brightly blooming flowers, her eyes appearing much brighter than usual.
Ying Songmao spoke a few words to his mother in a low voice.
Yang Su'e nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, thank you for your help, I'll go and talk to the doctor right away and ask them not to bother us for a while."
Although the ward is a double room, Ying Yuhua is currently the only patient living there.
Ying Yuhua's hospital bed was by the window, where the morning light was just right, and a gentle breeze blew through the light green curtains, making it look very vibrant.
Yang Su'e gently pulled the curtain closed, nodded to Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang, and walked out of the ward.
Ying Songmao stood by the bed and communicated with his sister using sign language.
Although Jiang Ling couldn't understand what he was "saying," she felt that Ying Songmao's sign language gestures were very beautiful, restrained and gentle.
It turns out he has a pair of beautiful, large hands.
His hands were broad and thick, with slender, long fingers and slightly protruding knuckles, giving them a resilient and powerful appearance. When he used sign language, his fingers moved steadily and cleanly, as if playing a silent melody in the air.
It was as if something was quietly seeping into Jiang Ling's once cold and hardened heart.
She used to prefer being alone and hated being disturbed. She wanted to retreat into her own shell because only then did she feel safe.
Having been given a second chance at life, Jiang Ling understood a principle.
A sense of security comes from within.
Only by stepping out of our closed-off minds and experiencing the diversity of this world can we truly make the most of this second chance at life.
Observing the way the brother and sister interacted, Jiang Ling suddenly thought of her sister whom she had not yet met.
Although they didn't grow up together, the bond of blood is magical, and Jiang Ling suddenly really wanted to see her.
Lin Nianxiao, her name carries a sense of longing for herself.
She grew up with her parents and was loved by her elders, so she must be very lively and cute, right?
They say happy people talk a lot of nonsense, so she must talk a lot.
She must love to laugh.
Because her life is full of sunshine.
Jiang Ling felt a surge of anticipation as she learned that she would see her younger sister this evening.
Like Ying Songmao, Li Zhenliang, Liu Haoran, and Zhou Wei, she also has siblings!
A younger sister with whom you can chat, go shopping, complain about your parents, and share little secrets.
Jiang Ling was lost in thought, while Ying Songmao was trying to persuade his younger sister.
"Jiang Ling is my colleague. She wants to ask you some questions. You just need to say 'yes' or 'no'."
"You can't go on like this. You need professional help. Jiang Ling is very good at psychology. She's a very warm and intelligent person. Why don't you talk to her?"
"Your parents and I are your strong support. We all hope you can be brave this time, just for our sake, and try to live on, okay?"
Ying Yuhua carefully examined Jiang Ling, who was standing silently at the foot of the bed.
Jiang Ling wasn't wearing her uniform today; she was dressed very simply.
She wore a white floral-patterned round-neck shirt with a beige cardigan over it. With her slim waist, long legs, and slender figure, this outfit, combined with her delicate oval face and bright almond-shaped eyes, made her look like a girl next door, inspiring trust in others.
Perhaps sensing her family's pain, Ying Yuhua finally nodded.
At this moment, she felt helpless and desperate. She wanted to be brave, but she couldn't find a reason to live. She needed help from the outside world.
Seeing that his sister agreed, Ying Songmao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, giving her a thumbs up.
If she is willing to accept Jiang Ling's help, she will definitely be able to get out of her psychological shadow.
Ying Songmao had great confidence in Jiang Ling.
When Ying Yuhua saw her brother's praise, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She was so cowardly and ignorant, causing so much suffering to her family, and her brother even praised her!
Ying Songmao took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped away his sister's tears.
Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang exchanged a glance.
— Ying is very thoughtful and has a habit of carrying a handkerchief with her.
—It is said that Ying is a germaphobe, so his handkerchief must be very clean.
Li Zhenliang thought of his precious daughter who wiped her nose with her sleeve and couldn't help but sigh. "Ah, Yan Yan, I don't blame you. It's hereditary; your dad's just a rough man."
After his sister stopped crying, Ying Songmao helped her sit up by supporting her hand, then stuffed two pillows behind her back and placed a small table in front of her.
After everything was ready, Ying Songmao looked at Jiang Ling and said, "We can begin."
Jiang Ling brought over a chair and sat on the north side of the hospital bed so that she wouldn't block the sunlight from the south and could better observe Ying Yuhua's facial expressions.
Li Zhenliang sat to Jiang Ling's left, placing the prepared question cards on his lap.
He stayed up all night reading and finally finished the thick book "Graphology," even taking careful notes. Before going to sleep, his mind was full of the principles and methods of handwriting analysis. Now is the opportunity to apply theory to practice, and he must give it his all!
Jiang Ling took out a card and placed it in front of Ying Yuhua.
Ying Yuhua raised her tearful eyes, looked carefully at the words on the card, picked up the pen Jiang Ling had prepared, and wrote three lines on it.
Yes or no.
Yes or no.
Yes or no.
Her handwriting is neat and tidy, which shows that she is a well-behaved and sensible student.
Jiang Ling smiled and made a sign for "thank you".
She can't do complicated things, but she can quickly learn something this simple.
Ying Yuhua pursed her lips and remained silent.
She's actually a little nervous right now.
The first time Ying Yuhua received psychological counseling was through written communication. Although Jiang Ling's attitude was very gentle, it still made Ying Yuhua feel uneasy.
Thanks to Ying Yuhua's cooperation, the first phase of the dialogue went very smoothly.
"You like the flowers I sent you, don't you?"
"yes."
"You like flowers in colors like red, yellow, and purple, right?"
"yes."
"Seeing flowers of this color makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"yes."
"You don't like white flowers, do you?"
"No."
"Seeing white flowers makes you feel sad, doesn't it?"
Ying Yuhua hesitated for a moment, then finally wrote "No".
"You like roses, don't you?"
"yes."
"You know that red roses symbolize passionate love, right?"
"yes."
Her strokes became noticeably heavier, and Li Zhenliang gave Jiang Ling a wink. Jiang Ling gave a soft "hmm" to indicate that she understood.
"You know that bellflower represents eternal love and hopeless love, right?"
"yes."
Ying Yuhua's hand trembled slightly, and the last stroke was very deep.
After the first phase of testing was completed, Jiang Ling discovered that Ying Yuhua was a sensitive girl with a strong artistic temperament. She loved flowers, was familiar with the meanings of various flowers, and entrusted her innermost thoughts to them.
Perhaps because it was the first time an outsider had talked to her about flowers and their meanings, Ying Yuhua's attitude was noticeably more relaxed.
Ying Yuhua felt very happy talking about her favorite topics in her familiar field.
When the second phase began, Ying Yuhua became nervous once again.
"You were tormented and struggling for a long time before you committed suicide, right?"
"yes."
"Cutting your wrists must hurt a lot, right?"
"yes."
"Does the pain make you feel better?"
"yes."
Ying Yuhua's writing became sharper, and her emotions began to surge, indicating that she had hit the nail on the head. She had cut her wrists in an attempt to alleviate her inner pain through physical means.
"You still have expectations for your future, right?"
"No."
"If you could go back in time, you wouldn't choose to commit suicide, would you?"
"No."
"You feel that family and friends can give you the strength to get out of the shadows, right?"
"No."
Have you ever thought about talking to your family and friends about your pain?
"No."
After a series of "no"s, Jiang Ling looked at Li Zhenliang. Li Zhenliang nodded, indicating that handwriting analysis confirmed Ying Yuhua was telling the truth.
Jiang Ling's heart felt as if it were being weighed down by something, heavy and suffocating.
Ying Yuhua was determined to commit suicide.
She felt that no one could help her get out of her current predicament.
Even though the family managed to save her this time because they discovered her in time, there could still be a next time if psychological intervention is not provided.
If Ying Yuhua's inner conflict remains unresolved, this matter will certainly not end happily.
Perhaps it was because of Ying Yuhua's death in his previous life that Ying Songmao discovered the connection to drugs, which is why he turned his grief into strength and devoted himself to the fight against drugs.
How desperate must Ying Songmao's parents have been to lose both their son and daughter at the same time!
Just thinking about the scene during the TV interview where Ying Xuanji tearfully recounted the heroic sacrifice of her most outstanding nephew made Jiang Ling feel a tightness in her chest, and she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.
This family was completely destroyed by drugs.
After testing Ying Yuhua's ability to withstand pressure, the conversation moved into its third phase.
Jiang Ling's topic became more pointed.
"You have a boyfriend, right?"
"No."
Unsteady strokes and inconsistent handwriting indicate a lie.
"He knows you like flowers and often sends you flowers, right?"
"No."
Same as above, a lie.
"You love him very much, don't you?"
"No."
"He loves you very much, doesn't he?"
"No."
After writing the last "no," Ying Yuhua put down her pen, her eyes filled with annoyance. It seemed she was saying: I've already said I don't have a boyfriend, why do you keep asking me this?
Jiang Ling placed a card on the small table in front of Ying Yuhua.
Ying Yuhua's gaze suddenly froze.
"His name is Chen Mu, right?"
Ying Yuhua's breath hitched, and she looked up in horror, staring intently at Jiang Ling, her heart feeling as if it were being torn apart.
Did she find out?
They already knew?
what to do?
what to do?
Ying Yuhua suddenly threw down her pen, slid down the pillow, and pulled the blanket over herself completely.
A series of sobbing sounds came from under the covers.
Ying Yuhua was deaf and mute from the beginning. It was not that she had a problem with her throat and could not speak, but simply because she could not hear and could not control her voice.
Her crying sounded like a duck quacking, and it was very unpleasant.
Jiang Ling did not disturb her, but quietly stood by her side.
Li Zhenliang asked quietly, "What do we do now?"
Jiang Ling's eyes remained calm: "Wait."
Wait until she calms down, until she has vented, until her shame slowly turns into anger, then we can talk again.
After a while, the crying from under the covers gradually subsided.
Ying Yuhua pulled down the blanket and met Jiang Ling's eyes, which seemed to see through everything.
Ying Yuhua pouted, revealing a wronged expression.
Jiang Ling didn't laugh. With a cold face, she gently patted the small table on the bed frame, signaling her to get up and continue answering the questions.
Ying Yuhua was somewhat troubled. In the past, whenever she cried, her parents and brother would rush over to comfort her; whenever she showed a wronged expression, they would carefully coax her.
But Jiang Ling remained unmoved, which made her feel somewhat helpless.
Because she was a deaf-mute child, and because of her family's favoritism, her life used to be quite smooth.
The only setback came from Chen Mu.
Now that the secret has been discovered, Ying Yuhua covered half of her face and secretly observed Jiang Ling's reaction, unsure of how to face him.
Jiang Ling was both annoyed and amused.
Ying Yuhua's appearance was just like that of a child who had made a mistake and was facing angry parents, carefully considering whether to continue crying to soften their parents' hearts or to honestly admit their mistake and bow their head.
She's not mature enough yet, but she dares to date that handsome but toxic man.
Jiang Ling, with a stern face, patted the small table again.
The small table was placed on the bed railing, and Ying Yuhua could feel the vibration from the gentle tapping.
As it turned out, Jiang Ling's decision was correct.
When she gets serious, Ying Yuhua will subconsciously obey.
After realizing that Jiang Ling wouldn't unconditionally tolerate her like her parents and brother, Ying Yuhua poked her head out from under the covers, obediently got up and sat down, picked up a pen, sullenly patted the small table, and made a sign language gesture.
Although Jiang Ling didn't understand Ying Yuhua's sign language, she understood what Ying Yuhua meant—bring me paper and pen, I want to answer the questions!
Jiang Ling pushed the card forward.
"His name is Chen Mu, right?"
"No."
The handwriting is unsteady and lacks confidence.
It seems Ying Yuhua intends to stick to her guns.
Jiang Ling didn't indulge her and took out another card and placed it in front of her.
"He's very handsome, isn't he?"
Ying Yuhua looked up at Jiang Ling, her eyes filled with hesitation.
Jiang Ling stretched out her finger and tapped the card, her eyes firm and stern.
Ying Yuhua felt like she was facing a school teacher, and although she felt guilty, she dared not lie.
She looked down at the card and finally wrote a word on it.
--"yes."
Watching from the side, Li Zhenliang couldn't help but admire Jiang Ling's ability to handle the situation on the spot.
If it were him, he certainly wouldn't have the heart to continue pressing the questioning of the delicate and fragile Ying Yuhua.
But Jiang Ling was able to harden her heart and not indulge or give up on him.
For some reason, Li Zhenliang suddenly had a bold idea.
—If Jiang Ling gets married and has children, the family structure will definitely be a strict mother and a kind father. If a naughty child makes a mistake and tries to get away with crying, that will absolutely not work with Jiang Ling.
Thinking of this, Li Zhenliang glanced at Jiang Ling discreetly, pondering what kind of husband he should find for her.
Jiang Ling previously said she didn't want to find a partner because she lacked a sense of security growing up in an orphanage. Now that she has parents, and such a powerful father at that, she feels incredibly secure. Shouldn't she be less resistant to marriage now?
What kind of husband will the calm, intelligent, and strong-willed Jiang Ling choose?
This makes me really look forward to it.
An aunt-like smile unconsciously appeared on Li Zhenliang's face.
Jiang Ling noticed that Li Zhenliang was somewhat distracted and glanced at him sideways.
Li Zhenliang coughed awkwardly, sat up straight, and focused his attention on observing Ying Yuhua's handwriting.
Jiang Ling continued her questioning.
"He knows sign language, right?"
"yes."
"He's very good with words, isn't he?"
"yes."
"He often sends you flowers, doesn't he?"
"yes."
"When you first met him, he helped you, right?"
"yes."
Sure enough, the cliché of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress couldn't be avoided.
Liu Haoran had prepared several versions of their relationship, including the one about getting to know each other and the one about falling in love, but Jiang Ling got a positive response to the first one she presented, so the others were no longer needed.
Li Zhenliang observed that Ying Yuhua wrote slowly and steadily, with neat and beautiful handwriting, and the characters were slightly tilted to the right.
This shows that she felt joy when recalling the sweetness of love.
Jiang Ling didn't let Ying Yuhua be happy for long.
When she pushed a card in front of Ying Yuhua, Ying Yuhua's face turned deathly pale.
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