Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

The next day, Qi Yan received the news that Shen Rao had left early in the morning.

At the same time, there was an order from Wensher to see her.

When she arrived at the Xiluo headquarters, the subordinates lined up on both sides all had pale faces, which showed that Mr. Wen was not in a good mood today.

She rubbed her wrists vaguely and walked slowly into the headquarters gate.

Light and darkness were separated from the moment she entered the door, until the door closed, the light under her feet disappeared, and there was endless darkness before her.

She stepped in and never looked back.

……

imperial capital.

The Central Hospital has been very busy recently.

Shen Rao woke up when the plane was halfway through the flight and insisted on returning. He was forced to return home by Gu Qing.

After landing, Gu Qing quickly notified Old Madam Shen and finally got him to the hospital, but his time in the hospital was not peaceful.

He was making a fuss about being discharged from the hospital to go to Country A. Old Madam Shen also heard the whole story from Gu Qing. When she heard that it was that kind of organization, it was even more impossible for him to be discharged early, and there was no way he could go to Country A.

So they hired more than a dozen bodyguards to take turns watching him. Every day, there was chaos in the VIP ward area of ​​the Central Hospital.

Until the day Gu Qing came to visit him, he was looking at the tablet with a sullen face. He still had to deal with work even though he was in the hospital.

It was already the fourth day since returning home. Gu Qing came in and spoke with a sullen face, while he started to peel an apple.

For a moment, the only sound in the ward was the rustling sound of peeling, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"What's your business?"

Shen Rao didn't put the tablet down and spoke in a cold voice.

We grew up together, and the times when we were so silent can be counted on one hand.

Gu Qing's hand trembled, and the half-peeled apple peel fell off.

Just then, the TV suddenly jumped to the news, and the official voice of a female announcer filled the ward.

[Emergency report: The top leaders of Xiluo, the largest mafia group in Country A, were all arrested on May 5, and other rebels were shot dead on the spot. According to the clues provided by the leader, the smuggling trade lines between Xiluo Group and my country were also cleared...]

With a click, Gu Qing hurriedly turned off the TV.

The ward fell silent again, as quiet as death.

Shen Rao's mind is in a mess.

May 5th, the day after he left...

He suddenly jumped up, ignoring the blood flowing from the IV drip on the back of his hand, and grabbed Gu Qing's collar to question him.

"Did you already know this?"

"What about Qi Yan? Was he arrested?"

Gu Qing held Shen Rao's hand, his eyes red, and he slowly shook his head.

"Country A told me that Yiluo was shot dead on the spot."

"She died to buy time for the leader to escape."

Every word was like a knife, stabbing into Shen Rao's heart, and blood was gushing out in an instant.

He let go of Gu Qing's collar as if he was exhausted, covered his face with his hands, and remained motionless, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Gu Qing looked at him with mixed feelings.

He had just learned the news and knew that this matter could not be hidden from Shen Rao.

It would be best if he could be the 'bad guy' who breaks the news.

The blood returning from the IV drip on the back of Shen Rao's hand was getting worse and worse, so Gu Qing had no choice but to press the call bell and wait for the nurse to come and deal with it.

However, Shen Rao simply pulled out the needle without even looking at the blood oozing out from the back of his hand, and drove the man out.

No matter how others shouted, there was no response.

Like a puppet that has lost its soul, its dark eyes have lost all their luster, and one can feel the desolation and despair just by looking at it.

Finally, the doctor and his men broke into the room. The white bed was covered with bloodstains and Shen Rao fainted in the blood.

The needle wound on the back of his hand was unconsciously enlarged by him. Fortunately, Gu Qing prevented him from taking out the fruit knife out out of desperation.

Otherwise I really don’t know what will happen.

When the news came out that Shen Rao had fallen into a coma again, Old Madam Shen rushed over in a hurry and almost fainted with anxiety.

I grabbed Gu Qing and asked him what happened this time. He had no intention of hiding anything and just told me briefly.

"Are you saying that Qi Yan is dead?"

“Not sure if it’s Qi Yan.”

Gu Qing added.

After all, it was Yi Luo who died, but he looked exactly like Qi Yan.

"Hey, how could this happen? You can choose anyone else that Rao-ge-er likes, but he has to choose someone so troublesome."

Qin Nongyu held his forehead with his hand, his well-maintained face was full of worry, and there was some resentment between his brows.

How could she not feel resentful? This precious child of the Shen family was tortured into a state of being neither human nor ghost just because of a cold-hearted woman.

The more Qin Nongyu thought about it, the more upset she became, but she could do nothing about it.

"You should spend more time with Rao Ge'er during this period, and let him go out and have fun to relax. There are all kinds of daughters in this imperial capital. Are you going to hang yourself on that tree?!"

"..."

Gu Qing was silent. He saw that Shen Rao was determined to hang himself on the tree.

……

The next morning.

Shen Rao woke up. He said nothing and asked nothing. He locked himself in the ward for a week. Just when the Shen family was worried about whether to find a psychologist for him, he came out on his own.

Then I went to work at the company as if nothing had happened.

If he hadn't talked less, been colder, and worked day and night, I'm afraid he would have been fine.

After he got the news, he sent people to find Qi Yan's body, but the news was not reported until four days later.

The body had already been cremated. He asked to collect the ashes, but was told that they had already been taken away by the family.

He wanted to find out who took it away, but found nothing.

This caused Shen Rao to become more and more irritable, and he would smash things in the office several times a day. Everyone in the Shen family was in danger, fearing that if they made a mistake, they would be scolded by the boss and then be fired.

Three months later.

When Shen Rao opened his eyes, it was already afternoon. The setting sun outside the window dyed half of the sky. The dim sky made people feel lonely.

He rubbed his sore eyes and stood up. The psychiatrist was drinking tea and admiring the setting sun.

"woke up?"

"I slept half an hour longer this time than last time. How do you feel?"

Shen Rao shook his head and pursed his lips, looking like he didn't want to communicate.

He knew that something was wrong with him, but he didn't want to be treated. He was in a state of unconsciousness. If he hadn't been unable to sleep, he wouldn't have been dragged by Gu Qing and his family to see a doctor.

"Did you dream about her?"

The psychologist put down the teacup, and the osmanthus and wolfberry tea inside swayed slightly.

These words seemed to pierce Shen Rao's heart, and his voice trembled a little, as if he was talking to himself.

"I don't dream about her."

"why?"

"She must not be dead, she must not be dead..."

Shen Rao took a deep breath while the doctor counselled him gently.

But it was useless. He seemed to be trapped in a vortex named Qi Yan. Even though he knew he would be exhausted to death, he was unwilling to come out.

After he recovered, he returned to his cold and indifferent attitude and left without staying for long.

There is nothing the psychologist can do about this. No matter how good he is, it will be useless if the patient is unwilling to cooperate.

Looking at Shen Rao's leaving back, he took a sip of tea and sighed.

At this moment, the cell phone on his desk rang.

"Hey, bro, how's it going this time?"

“A disease of the heart still needs a heart medicine.”

"..."