Chapter 899 Psychopath VS Cold-Faced King of Hell 7

"You wait here." Zhang Hua didn't look at Yun Youran's expression again, and turned to leave the ward.

I never expected Yun Youran to be so difficult to deal with.

His face was extremely pale, as if someone had dug up his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Today, he was threatened one after another, and his mood was extremely bad.

Didn't she want to go out? Why not let her go out! He can't teach her a lesson, but there are plenty of others who can.

No matter how powerful she is, she can't fight against four hands.

As dawn broke, Yun Youran got up early to wash and then sat quietly on the edge of the bed, motionless like a statue, silently waiting for Zhang Hua to appear.

Finally, the door was gently pushed open, and Zhang Hua walked into the room with heavy steps.

He handed Yun Youran a thick stack of documents with a blank expression: "The supporting documents you requested are all here. You can leave now."

Yun Youran took the documents and began to carefully review them.

Inside were the documents she needed. She looked up and stared directly at Zhang Hua. "Thank you! I hope we never have to see each other again."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Hua's response, she hurriedly left like a gust of wind, leaving only a series of crisp and melodious footsteps fading into the distance.

When she stepped out of the heavy iron gate of the mental hospital, it was as if the bright moon had been parted to reveal the stars, and she seemed to have transformed completely.

She held her head high, gazing up at the clear blue sky above, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth forming a strange smile that was both provocative and tinged with a hint of bloodlust.

"Yun family, I'm back!" Let's see if she doesn't cause a huge mess for the heavens.

As soon as Yun Youran left, Zhang Hua made a phone call.

"What? She's already left the mental hospital?" A middle-aged woman's voice, filled with shock and anger, came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I just left." Zhang Hua answered the other party's question while tightly gripping the phone's receiver and pressing it to his ear.

"Didn't you say she was completely mentally impaired? How come you're suddenly saying she's getting better now? Also, why didn't you stop her from going out, or tell us?"

"She's being aggressive. If we don't let her go, she'll make a big scene. Besides, she acts like she has nothing to lose, so who dares to mess with her?" Zhang Hua said indignantly, then slammed the phone down, completely disregarding whether the other party had anything else to say.

Hearing no response, Lin Chaoxia turned her head in confusion to look at the phone she was holding tightly, only to realize that the call had already been disconnected.

She was so angry that she almost threw her phone away, but just as she was about to let go, the image of Yun Qingyan, who was far away in Kyoto, suddenly appeared in her mind.

So she kept telling herself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry..."

Suppressing his anger, he took a deep breath and dialed another number.

"Yan Yan, something terrible has happened! That bitch has been released from the mental hospital! You have to act quickly, otherwise, if anything goes wrong, all our previous efforts will be in vain!" Lin Chaoxia anxiously urged.

"Don't worry, Mom, I know what I'm doing. If that bitch dares to go back to the Yun family, you must do everything you can to keep her away! I will never allow anyone to ruin my happiness!"

Yun Qingyan gritted her teeth, her eyes dark and terrifying, like a venomous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for its prey.

Wow! What a lucky life! After suffering for two years, he suddenly recovered.