After rebirth, I used medical skills to overwhelm the rich

Mrs. Wen's mind is full of Jiang Baoer's words now.

There is a possibility of suicide, there is a possibility of suicide, there is a possibility of suicide!

These light words played in a loop in her mind, as if a mountain was pressing on her back.

Mrs. Winner fumbled in her pocket with trembling fingers and found the house key.

In her panic, she failed the keyhole several times, sweating profusely.

After finally opening the door, Mrs. Wen's legs and feet began to weaken, and she dared not step in for a long time.

She was afraid that what she would see when she went in was Wen Heng's corpse, afraid of seeing blood all over the room, afraid of seeing something she didn't want to see.

At this moment, the room was deadly silent, even though she had opened the door, there was no movement inside.

Mrs. Wen felt more and more uneasy, and finally couldn't bear the suffering, and walked in.

The windows in the room have been nailed to death by wooden boards, without a trace of light, it is dark and gloomy.

With the light coming in from the door, Mrs. Wen could barely see the scene in the room clearly.

a mess.

Almost everything in the room was smashed to the ground, making it impossible to move.

Mrs. Wen vaguely saw a figure lying on the bed, without the slightest ups and downs of breathing, exuding a dead silence.

She didn't care about the mess on the floor, she rushed over and touched Wen Heng's arm anxiously.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the warmth from her skin.

Not dead, he is not dead.

Mrs. Wen's legs went limp, she fell to the ground, and said in a crying voice: "Heng, you scared me to death, I thought you were dead, you scared mom to death."

The figure on the bed moved, and Wen Heng raised his head with difficulty.

He hadn't eaten a drop of rice for several days, his handsome cheeks were slightly sunken, and his eyes were flushed sickly.

Wen Cheng trapped him, even the daily drinking water was fixed, just to keep his body in a weak state.

Wen Heng's lips were dry and peeled, and his voice became hoarse: "Why are you crying, I'm dead, you should be very happy."

Mrs. Wen paused and looked at him regretfully: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are my son. How can I be happy when you die?"

"Heh, you still know that I'm your son." After Wen Heng said this with difficulty, he fell down again.

He had no mother two days ago, from the moment she cooperated with Wen Cheng to trick him into the room, from the moment she pushed him a tube of tranquilizer, from the moment she cooperated with Wen Cheng to imprison him, he has no mother .

"The thing I regret the most in my life is being your son."

Wen Heng's voice was extremely low, and he kept murmuring: "You should have strangled me as soon as I was born."

Mrs. Wen's body was shaking when she heard these words, as if she had been hit hard, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"How can you say such a thing. I love you, you are a piece of meat that fell from me, how could I not love you."

Wen Heng listened to her words, the corners of his lips curled up ironically.

Maybe there is a bit of maternal love, but it's a pity that it's not worth mentioning in front of Wen Cheng.

He stared blankly at the ground, his eyes were like a dry well, without any fluctuations.

Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. Wen anxiously leaned forward to look at his face. The moment she saw his eyes, she froze.

Desperate, numb, lifeless.

She had never seen such emotions in her son's eyes, and what she saw most was Wen Heng's stubborn and angry appearance, but now, he didn't even have any anger.

Mrs. Wen panicked all of a sudden, and remembered Jiang Baoer's words again.

His body was tortured, his spirit was tortured, and he contemplated committing suicide.

Perhaps after two more days of being locked up, Wen Heng would be driven mad and commit suicide.

Mrs. Wen hurriedly got up, called a servant, and removed all the sharp and angular things in the room, even the bed sheets and extra clothes were emptied.

He was afraid that Wen Heng would use these fabrics to make a rope and commit suicide.

Wen Heng watched her move, and said in a cold voice, "What's the use of doing this? If I really want to die, can you stop me? You can die by biting your tongue. Do you want someone to gag my mouth?" ?”

Mrs. Wen's body froze, and she leaned in front of him, heartbroken: "Do you insist on saying these words to pierce my heart? If you are better, these punishments will not be..."

"I don't accept it. This is my body and my life. Why should I accept it." Wen Heng's expression was still calm, but it seemed as cold as a stone.

"Do you want me to become like you? He coaxed me when he was happy, and beat him to death when he was unhappy? Was I still human at that time? No, it was a beast, a plaything!"

Mrs. Wen's mind trembled from being yelled at, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

Finally, she moved and stroked Wen Heng's hair: "You are sick, she is right, you are sick, I will find a doctor for you."

she?which her?

Wen Heng froze for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when he suddenly smelled a medicine smell on Mrs. Wen's body.

Bitterness and indifference reveals a faint floral fragrance.

He was shocked suddenly, and with all his strength, he tightly grasped Mrs. Wen's wrist: "Someone came to look for me just now, right?"

It's Jiang Bao'er, right?

He didn't dare to ask the last sentence, fearing that he would get a negative answer, but there was a bright light in his eyes, like a desperate traveler in the desert seeing an oasis!