Quick Travel: After defeating the villain, the host becomes more sophisticated

When we arrived at the hospital, the corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but there were quite few people on this floor.

"Xiao An, don't be afraid. No injections. Let's go in and talk to the doctor." Aunt Wu first took Lin Mu'an to the psychiatric department. She saw that Lin Mu'an's condition had improved a lot recently, and she felt that he didn't need to take medicine.

In fact, the rice that Lin Muan eats basically contains a small amount of medicine. Because Lin Muan doesn't like taking medicine, he is not willing to take it even if it is not bitter, so he has no choice but to add it to his rice.

"Yeah." Lin Muan looked at the introduction outside the ophthalmology department.

His psychiatrist's surname is Mo, and his name is Mo Xian. He seems to be Mo Qian's half-brother. Simply put, he is the adopted child of Mo Qian's parents.

Mo Xian looked very gentle, and there was a feeling between his eyebrows that made people want to get close. His office, like him, looked very fake.

Lin Mu'an just glanced at Mo Xian and then stopped looking. He was pretending to be good-looking.

Mo Xian smiled at Aunt Wu and Lin Mu'an, and then noticed that Lin Mu'an was disdainful of him, but still kept a friendly smile on his face.

"Aunt Wu and Xiaoan, sit down and I'll get you a glass of water."

"Doctor Mo is welcome." Aunt Wu smiled and pulled Lin Muan to sit down.

Lin Muan looked down at his fingers, looking completely immersed in his own world.

Mo Xian kept asking Lin Mu'an after he put the water on the table, but Lin Mu'an didn't talk much and had to think for a while before speaking. Mo Xian was relatively patient.

After asking about Lin Muan, she asked Aunt Wu about Lin Muan's usual status. Finally, she looked at Lin Muan's paintings and looked at Lin Muan for a while with a meaningful look.

"Stop taking the medicine first. Pay more attention to his condition recently." Mo Xian and Aunt Wu went to the floor-to-ceiling window to talk. Lin Muan couldn't hear their conversation because Aunt Wu told him to wear headphones and listen to music.

"Is Xiao An's condition serious?" Aunt Wu glanced at Lin Mu'an.

"No, but I feel that his condition is not right. Pay more attention to his condition to prevent him from committing suicide."

Aunt Wu glanced at Lin Mu'an in surprise. After she looked away, she turned even more sideways.

"Why did Doctor Mo say that?" Aunt Wu's voice was trembling.

"He must have remembered something. It looks normal on the surface now, but his painting is wrong. Some things will be shown in the painting." Mo Xian didn't know how Lin Muan suddenly regained his memory.

Lin Muan looked at the two people talking and smiled very innocently.

After reading the psychology, Aunt Wu took Lin Muan to have his gastrointestinal examination. He could indeed eat delicious food, but it was still not recommended to eat too much.

After leaving the hospital, although Aunt Wu's complexion improved a lot, she still looked worried. Lin Mu'an didn't understand and just pulled Aunt Wu's sleeve.

"I'm not sad." The young master was using his comforting method to comfort people.

"I'm not sad, don't worry, Xiao An." Aunt Wu found that her face was not looking good, she smiled and touched Lin Mu'an's head.

"Okay." The young master thought for half a minute as usual, but this time he smiled sweetly.

Aunt Wu really couldn't figure out why such a well-behaved Lin Mu'an wanted to die, but she had no choice but to pay more attention to Lin Mu'an's emotional changes than usual.

After returning home, Aunt Wu told Uncle Tian about Lin Muan's medical treatment. Lin Muan continued to paint as usual.

"Take away all the sharp things at home. If you jump from the second floor of the villa, it won't be a big deal." Uncle Tian frowned.

"Okay, Xiao An, this kid has a hard life."

The two separated without saying much, and Uncle Tian stood guarding Lin Muan.

The next few days were normal. Gong Jiushao was very busy in the company, but he would sleep with Lin Muan at night and go to work again early the next morning.

Lin Mu'an was so normal. There was no difference between normal and normal. Uncle Tian and Aunt Wu couldn't tell whether Lin Mu'an was normal or not.

"It should be fine. Could Doctor Mo have seen it wrong?" Aunt Wu looked at Lin Muan's back with some worry.

"I hope so, let's not take it lightly." Uncle Tian sighed.

"Okay, you go and have a rest. I'll call someone to look after Xiao An."

"Ok."

After a while, Su Tian took their place and stood there.

"Master Lin's paintings are so beautiful." Su Tian's voice was sweet and not too abrupt, so the young master was not frightened.

The young master stopped writing and looked at Su Tian. The hollow look in his eyes made Su Tian stiffen and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

"Does it look good?" the young master asked.

"Yes, Master Lin's paintings are very beautiful." Seeing Lin Mu'an talking to her, Su Tian still tried to smile.

The young master didn't speak, but stared directly into Su Tian's eyes with his empty eyes. Su Tian suddenly felt creepy, and she subconsciously wanted to touch her arm.

"Thank you." After the young master said this, he didn't care what happened to Su Tian and continued his painting.

Su Tian quickly rubbed his arms after Lin Muan turned around. Lin Muan didn't think about anything. He just acted like he was 'normal'. As for what Su Tian thought, he didn't care.

Although Su Tian has never done anything to hurt him, in the plot, she stabbed Gong Jiushao, so he will not show any close emotions towards her.

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The surroundings were dark and oppressive, and within the blurred vision, there was a group of men gathered together. They were excited about something unknown, but the words they heard were so unbearable.

The young master looked at the adult man in the crowd in confusion. He didn't have a good piece of meat on his body, and his eyes were tightly closed. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

But after the young master saw the man's face clearly, his heart was in great pain, as if millions of rats and ants were eating his heart, and breathing became much more difficult. The young master wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move. .

It was as if there were tens of millions of pounds of stones pressing down on his body. His whole body was in a mess, and the dried tears on his cheeks were mixed with mud. At this moment, the well-behaved young master also looked extremely embarrassed.

"Hahahaha, that kid hasn't woken up yet?"

"Who knows? Watching his father faint from being frightened by our play, he is so cowardly."

"Don't say it, he is just different from us."

The young master managed to hear some of the messy sounds, but he still couldn't move.

"Hey, the little bastard seems to be awake." Someone in the crowd said this.

"Are you awake? It's good to be awake. Let him appreciate his father's 'beauty'." Someone grabbed the young master's hair and forced the young master to look up in front of him. Others left a place for the young master to watch.

The young master's eyes widened, but tears could no longer flow from his eyes. Father Lin's dry throat made him unable to make any sound. He opened and closed his lips and looked at the young master with dull eyes.

"Run."

The young master understood what Father Lin meant, but he also realized that this was the kidnapping that year.