Rebirth Mission

"Dislocated! How could you do that!"

Leng Yu'an no longer cared about pretending to be pitiful, and stood up to Leng Shangxu: "Second brother, please help me! Will I get sick? I don't want to dislocate my joint!"

Leng Shangxu, who was called, stood up, quickly walked around the table and picked up his wrist to check.

Leng Yujing: ???

Doctor Leng looked carefully at the connected hands and wrists, repeatedly pressed the tendons and bones, and breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that there was no problem.

He was scared to death. When he heard Jing'er say that she had broken hands and feet, he was stunned. When his name was called, he subconsciously ran over to check Jing'er's hands.

"Why are you checking me?" He turned his head to the side: "She dislocated her joint."

I pulled my hand back and felt that my penis was a little bit abnormal today.

Leng Yu'an saw that his second brother had gone astray, and immediately frowned in anger, and his voice became much louder: "Second brother, my hand is dislocated! Why are you checking her!"

Leng Shangxu, who was finally connected online, pulled up An An's hand, checked it gently, then pinched her wrist and palm, and with a deft force, connected it with a click.

"Okay, other than the dislocation, no other nerve tissue was injured. Pay more attention to this hand today and don't use too much force."

Leng Yu'an moved her hand. She could clearly feel her palm just now, but she couldn't control it. It was like it was broken. She was so scared that cold sweats broke out. Fortunately, it was reconnected.

"Thank you, second brother."

Leng Yu'an raised his head and glanced at the man wearing glasses. It was still somewhat useful, but unfortunately, he would soon have no chance to use it again.

The third brother, Leng Jiaojun, was sitting opposite the two sisters and saw what happened clearly.

As soon as An An put her hand on Jing'er's arm, Jing'er held it instantly. Just by tightening her fingers a little, An An's hand was dislocated.

My second brother also said that apart from the dislocation, there were no other injuries.

This speed, strength and control are definitely that of a master. I'm afraid even he is no match for him.

This is not a level that ordinary people can easily achieve.

I'm curious, when did Jing'er acquire this ability?

I want to fight with Jing'er.

Leng Yu'an turned his head and looked at the person holding a teacup beside him who had just finished his meal. Anger rose in his eyes, but he forced himself to control his facial features, trying to look pitiful.

The man who was being stared at didn't even raise his head. He took a few sips of hot tea and said nonchalantly: "If I were a fish, I would probably be cooked by you."

"Sister, I was just confused for a moment, how could you hit me?!" Leng Yu'an turned to look at Leng Hongwen, put away the anger in her eyes, and said with a wronged stubbornness: "Dad, you all saw it, my sister suddenly hit me, I didn't do anything."

"You touched me, it's dirty." Leng Yujing said lightly.

"You!" Leng Yu'anbei was ashamed, angry and furious.

Leng Hongwen got a headache from the noise and his heart was pounding.

Just now, a picture suddenly popped into his mind.

In the picture, Jing'er had no hands or feet, and was lying on the operating table. The scalpel cut open her chest and removed her heart. Her eyes were empty and numb.

He pinched his brows in annoyance. Just imagining that scene made him feel extremely tormented.

"Okay, what's all the noise so early in the morning? Are you all full? Go do what you need to do!"

Leng Hongwen stood up and returned to the study.

The same scene was seen by all the Leng family members the moment Leng Yujing's voice fell. Everyone looked unhappy and they all stood up and left. Even Lan Shu went back to his room with a frown on his face.

She didn't want to continue watching the two sisters fighting, and she didn't dare to look at Jing'er. She just looked at her back deeply when passing by her, and then turned her gaze to her hands and feet.

Fortunately, it's still there.

Leng Yujing looked at the Leng family members who were leaving with some confusion. If it were before, even if she talked back to this sister and argued with her, she would probably be scolded. But today, she directly squeezed her hand and dislocated it, and no one even said a word.

Have all the Leng family members changed their personalities?

It was rare for him to glance at Leng Yu'an who was about to fly into a rage. Perhaps this woman had done something to make the Leng family unhappy.

Take your eyes away, what does it have to do with her? She has an important person to meet today.

He stood up, took the car keys and went out directly, refused the family driver, and drove straight to the city center.

Leng Yu'an, who was left in the restaurant, felt confused.

Not only did she ignore her apology, she also dislocated her hand and even scolded herself.

Why didn’t anyone from the Leng family stand up for her?

Are you all blind and deaf?

He stomped his feet and went upstairs.

Lan Shu pushed open the door of the study. Leng Hongwen was standing in front of the desk with his head down. He moved the brush twice, then suddenly put it down, grabbed the rice paper on the table, quickly and randomly crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can, took out a new piece of rice paper, held it down with a paperweight, picked up the brush and continued writing.

I just wrote the word "青" and my hand shook, so the last hook and the vertical stroke on the left were connected together. You don't need to look closely at the whole character, the horizontal strokes are not flat and the vertical strokes are not straight.

"Snapped."

Leng Hongwen threw his most precious Hanzhen brush on the table, then grabbed the rice paper in front of him and held it tightly in his hand.

Whenever he was upset, he would practice calligraphy. Calligraphy could calm his mind and soothe his noisy and chaotic emotions.

But now, no matter how he wrote "quiet", he couldn't calm down. There were seven or eight paper balls in the trash can, each of them was squeezed tightly.

He slumped down in the chair, covering his head with his hands, his eyes tightly closed, and his brows furrowed into a straight line.

"I saw... Jing'er lying there, without hands or feet, with messy hair, her eyes were empty and numb, and she didn't even react when her chest was cut open..."

His tone was calm, as if he was reading out boring regulations, but his trembling voice and constant deep breathing made it impossible for him to finish a sentence. Every word he spoke was like a needle piercing his heart. Although it was small, it could not be ignored. The pain was so intense that even breathing hurt.

Lan Shu took two cups of warm water, placed one cup in front of him, and leaned against the desk, holding the cup with both hands and taking a sip.

"I saw it too."

Leng Hongwen looked up, surprised but also filled with heartache for his wife.

She loves Jing'er so much, and yet she feels so miserable. She must be heartbroken.

"Drink some, it will warm your heart."

She was more than heartbroken; she was on the verge of collapse.

Leng Hongwen and the others could not see Leng Yujing's naked body, but she could see it clearly. There were mottled marks, bruises, redness and swelling on her body. At just one glance, there were at least ten of them.

When she passed by Jing'er just now, she wanted to drag her back to the room, take off her clothes and examine her body carefully.

She was heartbroken that Jing'er had to go through such pain, but she was also glad that God gave Jing'er a chance to be resurrected.

"Why did An An cause Jing Er to fall into this state? What on earth happened between the two sisters?"

Even if the two sisters really became enemies because of a man, they would not harm the younger sister like that.

Leng Hongwen took a sip of warm water. The warm water slid into his throat, passed through his esophagus, and entered his stomach. It actually made him feel much warmer, so he drank a few more sips.

"You weren't at dinner yesterday, Jing'er said that An'an would burn Lao Er to death."