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Chapter 47: Grudge Seventeen
At this moment, if we didn't act, when would we? Time was of the essence. Qin Jian and I rushed forward almost simultaneously, purposefully grabbing one of them. We helped the two who were clinging to each other and crying uncontrollably away from the wall to a safe place, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
At this point, Li Mingliang's assistants, doctors, and nurses had all arrived.
They were unaware of what had just happened. Seeing Li Mingliang holding Zhang Xian and crying while calling for his daughter, they exchanged glances in confusion.
I signaled for them to remain silent as we made our way downstairs in order. Everything was fine; with us around, nothing would happen.
The staff from the Mental Hospital went downstairs. Qin Jian and I supported the distraught Li Mingliang and the nearly incapacitated Zhang Xian, whose tear-streaked face showed she had little strength left, as we reached the elevator leading down.
I half-supported and half-carried Zhang Xian while Qin Jian helped the heartbroken Li Mingliang. Zhang Xian's cries could have brought the dead back to life as she repeatedly called out, "Mommy, don't cry. I will be by your side from now on."
We descended and entered the office. Fortunately, due to my arrangements, there was no scene of onlookers gathering either upstairs or downstairs in Li Mingliang's office. The entire mental hospital was quiet, as if nothing had happened; only Qin Jian and I had witnessed everything. Li Mingliang was moved by his beloved daughter's calls on the roof, stabilizing his emotions enough not to actually push Zhang Xian down.
I thought that Li Mingliang was also prepared for death; he wanted to perish alongside Zhang Xian.
As we escorted her to the office, he forced a smile and took out a letter from his drawer—it was a suicide note he had written himself.
Zhang Xian was taken to the emergency room. She was too weak, compounded by Li Aihong's condition; she was now very close to death. Just how close? It could be as thin as a thread or as small as a fingernail's width.
I wasn't worried about what would happen to Zhang Xian; instead, I felt an odd sense of unease that it was Li Mingliang who was most likely to encounter trouble. So for the time being, Qin Jian and I stayed in Li Mingliang's office without leaving.
Because revenge knows no bounds and has indirectly harmed the innocent Zhao Di, I didn't know if Qin Jian would arrest Li Mingliang next.
However, it seemed that Li Mingliang had mostly recovered from her situation. She finally calmed down, tore up her suicide note, and with a bitter smile said to us, "Am I foolish? My daughter is gone, the murderer has escaped, and the accomplices are right here in the city. I think you already know about my entanglement with them, so there's no need to elaborate. Alright, I'll be honest. I have a direct connection to Zhao Di; she was a normal person who became a madwoman after seeking me out regarding my adopted daughter..."
"And then you used her to find the direct connection to Zhang Xian?"
Li Mingliang opened a drawer and pulled out a box of cigarettes. She took one out but didn’t light it; instead, she pushed the box toward me and Qin Jian. "Yes, I spent a lot of time investigating who killed my daughter and the murderer. At that time, I felt helpless; no one could understand the feelings of a mother who lost her beloved child. My daughter was too kind. Her best friend was entangled with a villain, and she bravely intervened without regard for her own safety, ultimately losing her life. The villain disappeared after committing murder, and when he was finally caught, due to Japanese law, he wouldn’t receive the death penalty for killing someone. The murderer is still serving his sentence and will eventually be released. What I couldn't bear was that the best friend my daughter wanted to protect vanished after the incident—like she evaporated into thin air. Five years, ten years—I searched in vain until my hair turned gray. I thought this was just my unfortunate fate for not having a daughter or family... Little did I know that justice would eventually catch up with them many years later; they should have died... If it weren't for my daughter..." Li Mingliang's voice trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes once more.
"In fact, Zhang Xian has already faced retribution. Moreover, Zhang Xian has bad karma; she belongs to that kind of person whose misfortune affects friends and family. This is related to her plastic surgery. After undergoing surgery, she lost both parents and was raised by her adoptive mother before going abroad to study in Japan where she met your daughter. On the way back, she encountered trouble with a villain; your daughter came to her aid and died tragically. Zhang Xian was terrified and fled overnight, wanting to hide her identity but ended up in a car accident on her way back home, losing her memory. Now she can't remember what she did or that Li Aihong was once her best friend."
Upon hearing my analysis, Li Mingliang suddenly understood: "No wonder she doesn't know who I am. I've appeared before her many times, but she doesn't recognize me..." As she spoke, perhaps feeling too thirsty, she picked up a glass of water from the table and drank deeply—
Seeing her drink made my heart skip a beat. I snatched the cup from Li Mingliang's hand and handed it to Qin Jian. "Take this for testing right away and call someone."
Qin Jian didn’t notice anything wrong; he looked surprised and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Li Mingliang's complexion was poor; despite trying to force a smile, blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth. She casually wiped it away with the back of her hand.
Seeing this, Qin Jian didn’t wait for my response; he dashed outside shouting, "Help! Someone needs assistance..."
"It's useless," Li Mingliang said weakly. "I'm suffering too much; I miss my daughter so much. Help me tell her that I want to go with her... She won't be alone anymore."
"No, Dr. Li..." Li Mingliang's head drooped weakly as she clutched a photo of her daughter in her hands, smiling with eyes forever closed. I gazed at this once-loving face now worn by hardship; tears welled up in my eyes. If only I had found Li Mingliang sooner—actually, in this world, life and death are fated; not everyone can change their destiny. To Li Mingliang, I whispered: "Rest well," then gently laid her down while reciting Buddhist prayers to guide her soul to peace.
She was originally a victim but had indirectly become someone who caused harm due to certain injustices. If Li Mingliang hadn’t chosen to leave this world in such a way, how would her fate have been written? The matter concerning Zhao Di was inextricably linked to her.
Although Li Mingliang did not directly cause Zhao Di's death, as a qualified and potentially capable neurologist, she turned a perfectly healthy person into a mental patient. From a legal standpoint, everything she did was unforgivable.
As a result, Zhao Di forgot her own name, her mind filled only with thoughts of Li Mingliang. She repeated the information about Li Mingliang in her head, searching for her daughter, Li Aihong, wanting to find the person responsible for her daughter's death.
Zhao Di was the adoptive mother of Zhang Xian, and after Zhang Xian woke up, we were unsure how to tell her about this situation.
When Qin Jian arrived with his team, I had already recited the Supernatural Scriptures.
Everyone focused intently on my actions, not daring to breathe. Their eyes were glued to the lifeless body that had just moments ago been alive.
The unpredictability of life!
The last time Qin Jian and I visited Zhang Xian, she had awakened but had been injected with a large dose of sedatives that damaged her brain nerves. She had truly become an idiot, sitting there in silence, staring blankly at one spot. Aside from eating, drinking, and sleeping, she ignored everything else.
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