Chapter 644 What is supposed to come will come
Time: In mid-March, it was a seemingly ordinary and sunny afternoon.
Location: VIP box on the third floor of Tai Fung Building.
Meeting topic: What happened to Jiang Feng?
Host: Jiang Feng’s mother, Comrade Wang Xiulian.
As the initiator and host of this meeting, Comrade Wang Xiulian cleared her throat after confirming that everyone was present, and began to speak with a solemn look and a steady voice.
"Everyone, we are here today. I think everyone knows why. I won't say any more nonsense. Everyone has seen Xiaofeng's behavior during this period. The main reason why I called you here today is to say Let’s brainstorm and see if we can analyze what kind of stimulation Xiaofeng received during this time.”
"Now everyone can say what they have to say, any findings, and let's discuss and analyze it together." Wang Xiulian took out her phone and looked at the time, "It's 2:48 now, Xiaofeng is still in the kitchen, let's fight for it Finish before 4 o'clock and don't get caught by him."
It looked like a secret meeting.
Or a round table.
True Round Table Conference.
No one spoke, everyone was thinking carefully about whether what they found was true and whether it was credible. After all, time is tight and the tasks are heavy. There are only more than an hour but so many people want to speak, so the quality and time of speeches become very important.
Wang Xiulian looked at the daughter-in-law-to-be whom she admired most, turned her gaze to Wu Minqi, and said, "Qiqi, you go ahead and speak."
Wu Minqi nodded, took on the posture of speaking under the national flag in high school and said: "I have carefully analyzed and studied these two days, and found that Jiang Feng changed significantly 13 days ago. For this reason, I made a before and after comparison chart , it has been posted to the group, everyone can take a look.”
In order for this meeting to be held smoothly, Wang Xiulian also specially created a WeChat group that Jiang Feng didn't know about.
Everyone immediately took out their mobile phones. Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo took out their reading glasses and put them on their noses and began to read the form carefully. Everyone reads things at different speeds. People like Wang Xiulian and Ji Yue, who read the forms every day, finished it very quickly, but the two old men were obviously much slower.
Wu Minqi waited for a few minutes until everyone had finished reading before continuing.
"It can be clearly seen from the comparative proportions in the chart that Jiang Feng devoted all his time except eating and resting to practicing cooking during these 13 days. The main time for practicing cooking is during breaks at work and after get off work at night. After returning home and before 12 o'clock, the division of labor is also very clear. I practice knife skills in the morning, make various dishes in the afternoon, and make soup after returning home in the evening. "Wu Minqi, as the person who has been in contact with Jiang Feng for the longest time, has a clear understanding of Jiang Feng's daily schedule and work. Naturally, he knows the practice dishes well.
"You can't tell anything from the dishes you practiced. Jiang Feng used to practice dishes like crazy, but he usually only focused on one dish, such as chicken and crab stuffed with orange. But this time, compared with before, Jiang Feng's The practice time is longer this time, and I won’t go out to relax every once in a while like before. The purpose is better than before. It's not that strong." Wu Minqi took out her phone again, "What I'm sending to the group now is the soup Jiang Feng made at home during this time. Because there are too many and complicated dishes in the store during the day. No statistics were made. But just from the soup he made at home, it was difficult to tell what he wanted to practice.”
Wu Minqi's speech is over. Although the form is well done, it has no substantial value.
Jiang Weiming spoke slowly: "Was it the second day in the hospital 13 days ago?"
Wu Minqi nodded.
"Actually, I can probably guess a little bit about what Xiaofeng wants to do." Jiang Weiming said, "He seems to have no focus on practice during this period. He is actually laying the foundation. I used to talk to him before I was discharged from the hospital. I mentioned that I wanted to teach him about soup stock, and Qiqi just said that Xiaofeng makes soup at home every night, so he must want to learn how to make soup stock.”
"But you won't end up like this if you learn soup stock, right?" Ji Yue said, "I feel like Jiang Feng has been a little crazy during this time."
Seeing everyone looking at her, Ji Yue thought she had said something wrong and quickly explained: "I didn't mean to belittle Jiang Feng. The main reason is that he and I had been in the same club for two years. What was he like when he was learning to cook? I don’t know, but I still know what he looked like during the final review. He never looked like this when he was making mushroom soup or during the final review.”
Seeing that everyone was still staring at her, especially Wang Xiulian and her aunt's eyes, Ji Yue swallowed nervously and tried to make amends.
"I mean, it's not a bad thing for him to be like this, but it's just a bit strange. Last week, I sent him a list of dramas to watch as usual, and Jiang Feng replied to me and said that he was busy with other things and had no time to watch, but..."
"I'm not saying that it's not good to make progress, but he's too scary like this. He doesn't have any entertainment time. Three o'clock and one line every day is scarier than a high school senior and a postgraduate entrance examination dog, and there are no signs. So I suspect that he may be... got it. What kind of mental illness?”
"Psychological illness?" Jiang Jiankang was shocked.
Is this a ghost or a mental illness?
"I just saw it when I was watching the news. It was said that there was a high school student who didn't like studying very much at first. Suddenly, he was obsessed with studying every day and studied hard. His grades improved by leaps and bounds and he was completely transformed. His parents were very happy. But then the child became more and more serious. Something was getting wrong. He did nothing except eat, sleep and study every day. His parents were worried about his health and sent him to the hospital for a checkup. It turned out that he was fine physically, but he seemed to be suffering from some kind of psychological or mental illness. "Ji Yue said, looking at everyone nervously.
Wang Xiulian slapped her thigh in excitement: "Let me tell you, why do I always feel weird? Xiaofeng is my son, don't I know what he is like? He must be sick, as Ji Yue said just now, very likely Eighty-nine is sick!”
The eldest aunt also nodded in agreement: "It's possible."
When Jiang Jianguo saw that his wife had expressed her stance, he immediately felt that Ji Yue was right: "Yes, I heard others say that someone's child suddenly changed his temperament. It was because of a shock or arousal. Xiaofeng slept so well. It’s like this when I wake up, and it’s most likely that I’m sick.”
Wu Minqi, who felt that Jiang Feng was not stimulated, shocked or sick:...
Wu Minqi turned her attention to the Jiang family's designated family doctor for help. Jiang Shoucheng, who had headaches, brain fever, major or minor illnesses, would ask him first whether to go to the hospital or not: "Brother Cheng, what do you think?"
Jiang Shoucheng suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Although he appears to be a doctor, he is not actually a doctor.
The most important thing is that he really doesn't understand psychology and spiritual things.
Anyway, no matter what his family asked him over the years, he always gave the same answer: There seems to be something wrong, but I can't confirm the specific situation. I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up.
Everyone looked at Jiang Shoucheng in unison.
"There seems to be something wrong, but I can't confirm the details. How about we send Xiaofeng to the hospital for a full physical examination?"
"Do you also check things related to psychiatry?" (End of Chapter)