Chapter 988 I Really Can't Hold on Any Longer

Zhong Mo raised his hands, patted their shoulders, then shook his head and walked towards the ward.

At this time, there were many people standing inside and outside the ward. There were four policemen standing outside. Chen Hongcai was standing at the door, his face flushed red, like a pig liver, standing there at a loss, almost crying in anxiety.

He is the leader of the serious crime team, but he is not a negotiation expert.

If it is to arrest criminals, he is definitely one against two, but he really has no way to deal with a child who is clamoring to commit suicide.

He was originally asking a few nurses, who knew that he would encounter such a thing!

Now he can only force the duck to the shelf!

"Hey, Xiao Mo, you are finally here, come and help!"

Chen Hongcai raised his head and saw Zhong Mo and the other two coming over, and immediately shouted excitedly.

Although he didn't know whether Zhong Mo could handle this little boy, Zhong Mo could handle so many murderers, so how could he not handle this little boy?

He was so mysteriously confident in Zhong Mo!

Zhong Mo and the other two greeted him and walked to the door of the ward. They saw a teenage boy lying on the bed. He was pale, thin, and his eyes were dull. He looked listless. He held a piece of debris in his right hand and pressed it against his throat, but his body was shaking.

He tried to commit suicide, but failed. He was preparing for a second time!

In the ward, besides him, there was a middle-aged couple in their forties, Meng Jiang, as well as two doctors and two nurses. Everyone looked at the little boy nervously, really worried that he would do something dangerous in the next second!

Meng Jiang was stunned when he saw Zhong Mo. He wanted to say hello, but thinking of the current atmosphere, he could only shut up first.

The other two doctors and two nurses smiled and nodded to Zhong Mo after seeing him, which was considered a greeting.

"Hi, little friend, how are you!"

Zhong Mo smiled gently and greeted him.

The little boy slowly raised his head and glanced at Zhong Mo. A glimmer of hope burned in his numb eyes. He shouted hoarsely, somewhat unbelievingly: "You, you are, Brother Zhong Mo? I, I am not dreaming, am I?"

"Little friend, you are not dreaming, I am indeed Brother Zhong Mo, you know me?"

Zhong Mo showed a surprised look on his face, "You must have heard the songs I sang? Which one do you like best?"

The little boy's eyes turned red instantly, lowered his head, and soybean-like tears kept dripping down, choking and said: "Brother Zhong Mo, I have never heard of your name before. Later, later I heard you sing "Chinese Youth Say" from my classmates. I, I think you sing very well, so, I became your fan, but I have no money, and I have never downloaded your songs!"

After saying this, he raised his left hand and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed!

I haven't even downloaded a song of the idol, is this still a fan?

Is he a fake fan?

Will Brother Zhong Mo look down on me and not let me be his fan?

Zhong Mo moved towards the little boy step by step, his movements were very slow. He was only five or six meters away from the little boy, but he moved for a minute to move half the distance. But he was not in a hurry.

Because the little boy's mood was very unstable now, it was easy to have an accident if he acted too hastily!

"No way? Little friend, as my fan, you have never downloaded my songs. Aren't you too incompetent?"

Zhong Mo deliberately pretended to be unhappy.

"That, that, I don't have a mobile phone, and I don't have money. I, I didn't do it on purpose..."

The little boy's eyes were red, and he wanted to cry a little sadly.

Zhong Mo sighed softly and shook his head and said, "You haven't even downloaded my songs. Logically, you can't be considered my fan, but considering your young age, I will temporarily give you a place as my fan, but there is a request!"

"Request? What request?"

The little boy raised his head, with a bright light in his eyes, and his voice was a little more excited.

Zhong Mo actually admitted that he was his fan. Isn't this too honorable?

He didn't even despise himself!

"As my fan, you should at least download every song of mine, right? Since you don't have the ability now, you have to write me an IOU. Ten years later, you have to download all my songs. How about that?"

Zhong Mo had already walked to the bed, raised his right hand, touched his hair, and was stunned for a moment.

This little boy was only thirteen years old, and his hair had turned gray.

And his back was slightly hunched!

How much pressure does this have to bear?

The little boy didn't notice this, but nodded vigorously and said, "Brother Zhong Mo, then, then I agree. After ten years, I will definitely download all your songs. Oh, no, ten times!"

"That's better. Do you think it's that easy to be my fan? You have to pay interest!"

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is He Zhenjiang!"

Zhong Mo took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote an IOU with it clearly written on it.

--Little He Zhenjiang owes Brother Zhong Mo for downloading 28 songs.

There is also his signature next to it!

After writing this, he handed it to the little boy and said, "Now it's your turn to sign!"

"Okay, I'll sign. I'll make a lot of money by then. I'll upgrade from an ordinary fan of Brother Zhong Mo to the number one fan."

The little boy He Zhenjiang raised his head with a smug expression, put the small porcelain piece in his right hand aside, picked up a pen, and wrote his name on it.

"You naughty kid, who are you dying for? Why did we give birth to such a thing as you?"

"If you have the guts, go die. I spent so much money on you, and this is how you repay us? It's embarrassing!"

"You little brat in your teens, you commit suicide at every turn. I see that you don't study hard on weekdays, you just know how to play!"

"You still listen to songs, you still want to be a fan, do you know how much you weigh?"

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Suddenly, the middle-aged couple rushed over, their faces full of sarcasm, pointed at He Zhenjiang, and yelled at him, without caring about the other people in the ward.

He Zhenjiang's body shook violently, and he almost threw the gel pen in his hand to the ground.

He couldn't stop his tears from rolling down, raised his head, looked at Zhong Mo, and said pitifully.

"Brother Zhong Mo, I really want to be your fan, but, but I can't fulfill your IOU in this life, I will be your fan in the next life and compensate you a lot, okay? I, I really can't hold on any longer."