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"Brother Ting, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Fang Yi and Jiang Tuo stepped forward and squatted down almost at the same time. Fang Yi didn't know where to start, so he picked up a broken pen on the ground. Jiang Tuo lifted his wrist and took his pulse. On the other side, Qi Lin found the switch and turned on the light.

Yin Liting sat slumped against the wall, his eyelids trembling, he was obviously tired, and his face looked extremely haggard.

All three were shocked.

Fang Yi was even more shocked, his eyes widened again and again as if he had seen a ghost:

"Brother Ting? How could this happen? We were just in a meeting together, and it's only been an hour. There was no sign before, and his face looks..."

Why do I suddenly feel like someone has drained all my energy?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Fang Yi wouldn't have believed that he would be so decadent:

"Master Jiang, how is Brother Ting?"

Shaking his head, Jiang Tuo's expression became a little solemn:

"Maybe my skills are not good enough, I can't find anything unusual."

With one sentence, the three of them were stunned again:

Is there anything wrong with his body?

This is not the first time that this has happened. They know that although Jiang Tuo's Chinese medicine is a minor, he still has some skills. Basically, he can't feel it, and the same is true for mechanical instrument examinations.

After exchanging glances, they each grabbed Yin Liting's arm and were about to pull him up, but he waved his hand away:

"Let me rest for a while. I'm a little tired. This way I can take a nap."

Hearing the sound, the two men stopped what they were doing, and then the three of them retreated one after another.

More than half an hour later, they heard faint noises in the room again. The three of them stood up, and Yin Liting staggered out. Jiang Tuo and Qi Lin went forward to support him. Fang Yi went in and took out the scattered items on the floor of the room, including his mobile phone that had fallen on the other side.

Sitting down on the sofa, before they said anything, Jiang Tuo saw the blood spots and marks on Yin Liting's arm that seemed to be caused by the tip of an ultra-fine signing pen. He and Qi Lin exchanged a glance, and both of them had dark eyes.

Following the two people's line of sight, Fang Yi naturally noticed it. He didn't say anything. He dipped a towel in some warm water and handed it to Yin Liting, then wiped his own face.

When he handed the towel back, Jiang Tuo noticed that the veins on the back of his clenched hands were bulging, as if he was trying hard to endure something. He stood up, walked to him, raised his hand, and knocked him out.

"Master Jiang?"

Fang Yi screamed, and Jiang Tuo explained directly:

"Don't you realize that he's in a very bad condition and has started to show signs of self-abuse? He must be in a lot of pain and his endurance has reached its limit. This should help him feel better. I'll ask Peng Xun to bring over some sedatives and painkillers."

Peng Xun is his assistant and he also studied medicine, so he is the most suitable person to come here.

"Let him get through this first. At least we need to be able to communicate calmly so that we can discuss the follow-up treatment."

We don't know what the situation is now. If he goes out rashly and loses control and reveals some clues halfway, it might have an impact on the 4th Column International.

The two of them worked together to gently place Yin Liting on the sofa. The three of them just stared at each other as before, and no one said a word.

Soon, Peng Xun arrived, bringing with him some simple inspection equipment and test paper. After a busy period, the two of them gave Yin Liting an injection and put him on an IV drip.

Not sure whether he woke up naturally or was awakened by the prick, Yin Liting slowly opened his eyes.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Touching the back of his painful neck, Yin Liting glanced around before nodding:

"much better."

With a sigh of relief, Fang Yi stood up and made tea for them. At the same time, Yin Liting was hanging a bottle. Everyone sat down, and Qi Lin said:

"What's wrong with you? How long has this been going on?"

"In the past two days, sometimes in broad daylight, I suddenly felt like I was dreaming, my head was dizzy, and I had phantom visions of people."

Rubbing his aching brows, Yin Liting was actually quite speechless:

"I thought it was because I didn't get enough rest, so I made myself a little tired and slept whenever I wanted. Maybe I was too tired and couldn't control my temper. I felt a little pain, but I was still a little more awake and could take a nap occasionally."

"Jiang Tuo, do you think there is something wrong with my mental health?"

Otherwise, how could he see a ghost in broad daylight?

Although he had dreamed about Si Qing's suicide before, he felt regret and sadness, lamenting her ill-fated fate. But now, in that scene, her eyes were full of resentment and ferocity, and every time it seemed as if she wanted to drag him into the Avici Hell.

He couldn't control himself and wanted to take action.

He didn't want to turn into a violent lunatic, so he could only hide in advance when he had a premonition. Like a mouse, he could only hurt himself.

For the first time, Yin Liting felt helpless and dark, as if one foot had stepped into hell.

"Brother Ting, the fact that you can say something like this proves that there is nothing wrong with your mind."

How can a mentally ill person consider others?

His brows knitted and loosened, and then knitted and loosened again. After a moment, Jiang Tuo continued:

"Well, you should arrange your family and company affairs first, and go to my research and convalescent center for a comprehensive examination and treatment! Before that, I need to observe your reactions throughout the process. Everything is interdependent, and there must be a way to solve it!"

"First, we need to find the cause of the disease so that we can prescribe the right medicine. Secondly, we must be prepared for a long battle. In addition, Brother Ting, you should also think carefully about whether you want to inform your family and how you plan to deal with it. I don't recommend that you keep it a secret any longer. This is not a big deal. People eat grains, so how can they not get sick?"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. There's nothing wrong with your body. All we need is to find that point."

After a discussion among them, the decision was finalized. Yin Liting was tortured to the point of losing his temper and decided to rest for half a month.

He was adept at official duties and did not leave Jiangcheng. He could still stay in charge when he was sober, but he felt reluctant and uneasy about leaving his home.

……

On the weekend, he and Yu Qingluo went home together to have a reunion dinner with their family. Looking at the whole family laughing and having fun, Yin Liting finally said nothing. He informed his family in advance that he had to cooperate on a confidential project and would be away on a business trip for half a month, during which he would not be able to touch his phone most of the time.

Thinking that he was cooperating with a major national project, the whole family didn't ask him much except to remind him to be cautious, take care of his health, and not to risk his life for his money. But at night, Yu Qingluo hugged him clingingly, reluctant to let him go.

Yin Liting felt it, but the occasional hazy illusions before his eyes and the sudden stabbing torture in his heart forced him to harden his heart.

He suddenly became very afraid that one day he would not be able to control his anger and would hurt her out of fear. He was very afraid that there would be no future between them.

That night, he held back, but he was full of thoughts, struggling in agony, yet he held her tightly and reluctantly.

can not say!

Can't hurt her!