Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Jiang Yuan: ...

The poor gentleman said sadly: "Because of the rumors from the outside world and the situation in Kuchazi Village, the ashram has lost a large number of patients, and the income is not enough to make ends meet. I don't have enough money to hire someone to take care of the exterior of the ashram..."

“And then, this is what you see now.”

This answer was so simple that it made Jiang Yuan sad.

Even in the real world, many people hold unfair prejudices against poverty.

Jiang Jian folded his hands and continued to question: "Poor? Could it be that your hospital's medical skills are not good enough?"

It was originally just a casual question, but it turned out to be a powder keg, causing Vincent, who had been a gentleman all the way, to suddenly blush.

The man raised his voice and said angrily: "George! You can question my character, but you can't question my medical skills!"

Jiang Jian choked: "......"

Vincent patted his chest and said, "I guarantee it with my life! Now, looking across the country... no, the whole world! I am the only one who can completely cure the soul-falling disease! No matter what, I am better than those idiots at the Ainsley School of Magic!"

"If you really don't believe me, I can take you down the mountain and away from here right now!"

Jiang Jian didn't expect that the other party would be so angry that he would directly order him to leave.

But now is not the time to leave, he immediately changed his attitude and said sincerely:

"I'm sorry, as a patient, I just want to know more about the situation for my own safety. Dean, please don't be angry."

Vincent was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to give in so quickly. He immediately reflected: "...No, I should be sorry. I lost my temper."

He sighed and confessed, "Indeed, many people don't trust me now, and the academy's prejudice against me makes my work very difficult... Even my family thinks I am bringing shame to them, but I just want to cure more people..."

Jiang Jian patted the young man on the shoulder and comforted him perfunctorily: "It's okay. Everyone has their downfalls."

Vincent hugged Jiang Jian and said in a daze, "Oh! Thank you, George."

Jiang Jian: ...

For some reason, this caring gentleman, Vincent, always reminded him of someone he knew.

So Jiang Jian turned around and looked at Jiang Yuan standing beside him.

As expected, the emotional Jiang Shenzi was very moved and sympathized deeply with the frustrated Vincent.

Jiang Yuan sighed: "It seems that the dean is also a man with a story."

He thought: If what Vincent said is true, then perhaps there is some misunderstanding here.

At least, not as terrible as described in Anna's letter.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan saw a figure at the entrance of the spiritual retreat, so he asked curiously: "Director, is the child standing at the entrance also one of your patients?"

Vincent blinked his big blue eyes and asked in confusion, "What child?"

He turned his head and looked in the direction Jiang Yuan pointed.

I saw a thin boy of about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a light blue straitjacket, squatting barefoot at the entrance of the spiritual home.

At the top of the large black iron archway with the words Rosemary's Convent written on it, someone was busy doing something.

Just as the three of them looked over, they saw the gloomy young man release the force on his feet, leap up, and jump down.

Jiang Yuan's heart suddenly turned cold.

He now knew what the boy had been busy with.

The boy was busy tying the other end of the hemp rope around his neck to the top of the arch.

After he jumped down, he bounced twice in the air and then hung at the gate of the monastery like a big sunny doll.

A pair of small feet swung back and forth against the light.

There was not even a trace of struggle.

The suffocating despair seemed to be real, covering every corner of the suicidal teenager's body.

For a moment, the three adults stood there, staring in horror at the desperate boy who suddenly hanged himself.

The wind stopped howling around, the scene was silent, even the crows stopped making noise.

The strange atmosphere in the spiritual temple suddenly reached its peak.