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The word psychiatrist that he blurted out completely confirmed her words.

Lu Qi really had a serious mental illness.

That's right, how can a slightly normal person be like Lu Qi, let alone self-mutilate beyond imagination.

Chi Nian froze, unable to understand, "If you don't tie him up, what's the use of keeping me here?"

"because--"

Before Ah Zhe could speak coldly, suddenly, the man sitting on the ground with a very bad spirit said indifferently, "Azhe."

Both Chi Nian and Ah Zhe looked at him immediately.

On Lu Qi's face, the extreme violence and sadness disappeared, and he gradually recovered from the blankness.

I didn't expect him to recover so quickly. At least it seemed that he had calmed down a lot. Ah Zhe stepped forward in surprise, "Third Young Master, are you alright?"

Lu Qi closed his eyes forcefully, trying to get rid of the pain in his eyes that could not be dispelled like a thick fog. After a while, he was so calm that he seemed to have no emotion, "Help me to the wheelchair."

His face as white as paper, his hoarse and deep voice, and the flat color after he opened his eyes again, made people feel a deep sense of emptiness.

That feeling, like a person, without belief, without desire, without vitality, living like a walking dead.

This is completely different from the Lu Qi she knew.

Chi Nian looked at him with mixed feelings in his heart.

Azhe responded, stepped forward, and said to her, "Go and get the wheelchair."

This commanding tone is really unpleasant.

But looking at Lu Qi's situation, Chi Nian didn't argue about anything, his eyes scanned the room, and then fixed on the wheelchair on the other side of the bed.

She walked over and pushed the wheelchair over.

Lu Qi put down the shards of glass in his hand, and Ah Zhe possessed himself, supported his shoulders, and led him into the wheelchair that Chi Nian brought over.

After letting Lu Qi sit down in the wheelchair, Ah Zhe hurriedly said, "The doctor hasn't come yet, I'll go get the medicine box and treat your wound first."

Lu Qi's mellow and moving voice, with a sense of morbid weakness, "You go out first."

Looking at him hesitantly, Ah Zhe didn't say much after all, just said, "Then I'll call you when the doctor comes over."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.

Chi Nian, who was standing in place like a wooden stake, also subconsciously turned around and went out, but Lu Qi raised his eyes and said, "Stay here with me for a while."

He didn't call her by her name, but everyone could feel that he was speaking to her.

Chi Nian's pace faltered.

Ah Zhe, who was standing in front of her, said in a gloomy voice, "I'll bring the medicine box over here, and you can treat the wound of Third Young Master."

His tone of commanding servants once again made Chi Nian extremely unhappy with him.

I have never seen such an attitude when asking for help.

He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, Chi Nian frowned solemnly, and finally remained silent, swallowing back the unhappiness that had reached his throat.

Ah Zhe found a spare medicine box, quickly turned back, put the medicine box into her hand, and then went out again, closing the door behind her.

In the room, it fell into silence.

With the medicine box in his hand, Chi Nian finally turned around slowly, looked at Lu Qi complicatedly, "I'll treat your wound."

Lu Qi didn't answer, but looked out of the window without blinking.

The night outside the window was dark, and the rain was still falling, but not as heavy as before.

He looked dazed.

Chi Nian stared at his almost empty eyes that were almost devoid of emotion, and just looked out of the window in a dazed manner. Suddenly, she remembered hearing those two servants say——

On the night of Liu Qingqing's death, it rained heavily.

Her mood is more complicated.

Seeing that Lu Qi was calm and did not make any dangerous moves, Chi Nian hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up his courage and walked towards him lightly.

She stepped on the wooden floor with her bare feet, avoiding the shards of glass, and squatted down on the side of his injured hand.

Put the medicine box on the ground and open it.

It was obviously not the first time that Lu Qi had done this kind of self-harm, so there were various trauma medicines in the medicine box.

She has no experience in treating trauma for others, and only vaguely knows that to treat such wounds, you need to disinfect first, then apply ointment, and then bandage.

Thinking about this, she took out iodine tincture, trauma ointment, gauze and cotton swabs and other necessary tools.

With a cotton swab dipped in iodine, Chi Nian took his arm and put it on the armrest of the wheelchair, wiping the long and thin wounds that were shocking and bleeding for him.

And Lu Qi seemed unconscious, no matter whether her strength was light or heavy, he never said a word.

He didn't seem to care about his wounds.

The movements of his hands stopped slightly, and Chi Nian finally couldn't help but raised his eyelashes and looked at him, "I heard that when people are extremely out of control and unable to resolve their emotions, they will seek pleasure through self-torture."

After a pause, she bit her lip, "But does it really not hurt to hurt yourself like this?"

"It hurts." Her clear voice rang out, and she finally pulled back his absent-minded dissociation, slightly curling the corners of her lips lightly and mistyly, "But I can't die, so little pain is nothing."

Listening to his words, Chi Nian shook his hand holding the cotton swab, and his eyes were slightly astonished.

Could it be... does he want to die?
Lu Qi lowered his gaze.

She was wearing a white printed nightgown, with long hair like a waterfall hanging behind her, and her skin was as fair as porcelain.

"Qingqing..."

She was wearing Liu Qingqing's favorite pajamas, she had the same charming eyebrows and eyes as Liu Qingqing, and her temperament was so close to Liu Qingqing's.

He knew that she was not her, except for the eyebrows and eyes, they looked completely different, but looking at her, he seemed to have seen Liu Qingqing standing in front of him.

Those calm, colorless and undulating eyes were in vain infected with unresolved pain. Lu Qi's Adam's apple moved, and his injured hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, uncontrollably and unexpectedly brought her into his arms. arms.

"I'm sorry..." Chi Nian didn't have time to react, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, buried his head on her waist, and said in a painful and hoarse voice, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry!"

"Lu Qi..."

"Qingqing... I'm sorry...!"

Chi Nian was shocked, his body seemed to be crawled by thousands of ants.

She wanted to push him away and tell him that she was not Liu Qingqing, but in his overwhelming pain, she actually...

Should it be said that she didn't dare to remind him of the truth again, for fear of unforeseen results if he was stimulated, or should she say... She suddenly couldn't bear it now, and said again that she was not Liu Qingqing?
Chi Nian didn't know what she was thinking now, but listening to his despairing confession, she seemed to have a little understanding of his unknown side.

And this kind of understanding made her feel how painful, broken, and even depressed Lu Qi was.

She felt that she seemed to be a little infected and depressed by him.