After that, Jiang Hao became even busier—saving people, doing shows, treating depression, treating wealthy people's illnesses—without a moment's rest.
On the Brooklyn Bridge, a young girl wanted to kill herself over a relationship problem. She stood atop the hundred-meter-high bridge; one misstep and she would fall. Falling onto the bridge would kill her, and falling into the river was just as dangerous.
Countless reporters rushed over. Helicopters filmed from afar, while Coast Guard speedboats had already arrived and cruised the water, waiting to carry out a rescue.
Just then, a Silver Winged Angel flew in from the sky. He silently hovered beside the girl, and she stared blankly at the angel who had descended before her.
"Selina, I heard on the news while I was coming that your name is Selina, right?" Jiang Hao asked gently.
The girl looked at Jiang Hao and nodded.
"Can we talk? Right here on top of the bridge. The view is nice," Jiang Hao said with a smile.
The girl nodded again.
The two sat atop the bridge, and Jiang Hao talked the girl through it. Honestly, although Jiang Hao was now a Golden Core powerhouse, his way with words was absolutely stronger than his cultivation—especially when it came to women.
Before long, Jiang Hao's words had brought tears to the girl's eyes. Then she threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly. A few minutes later, she raised her head, and everyone watching on television could see that she was in far better spirits than before.
Jiang Hao stood and held out his hand. The girl voluntarily placed her hand in his palm. Jiang Hao wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her down from the bridge, where her family immediately rushed over to embrace her.
Jiang Hao waved to the girl,