bullets and roses

When Zhou Jin came over, Luo Muxiao's fever had subsided, but he was still asleep in a daze, murmuring sleepy words from time to time, and Gu Zhubai didn't lean over to listen carefully.

Although Zhou Jin has shares in this private hospital, he seldom comes here, and this time he only came here because Mr. Gu called.

He pushed the door open and was about to speak when he saw Gu Zhubai raised his index finger to make him hiss, and he choked on his words for an instant.

Zhou Jin asked with her lips: "What's the matter, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Zhubai made a gesture to speak outside.

The corridor window was wide open, so Gu Zhubai lit another cigarette.

Zhou Jin leaned against the wall in a daze, and asked, "Didn't Luo Muxiao have asthma? You wouldn't still be smoking in front of people, would you?"

Gu Zhubai shook his head: "I'll go in after the smell dissipates."

Zhou Jin raised her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes: "Tell me, why do you have to come over?"

"You also saw that he has a fever." Gu Zhubai briefly repeated what the doctor said yesterday.

Zhou Jin also lit a cigarette and nodded while listening: "Well, so?"

"Is that really the case?"

"Otherwise?" Zhou Jin shrugged, "If it were a normal person locked up like this by you, he would be in a bad mood, not to mention that he has some physical problems, so he is naturally weaker than ordinary people, and his immune system is also a problem. As it should be."

"Then what should we do?" Gu Zhubai frowned.

"The best way is to let him go free," Zhou Jin laughed again after speaking, "but it's obvious that you don't want this way, so—"

"I can't help it either."

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, she spread her hands to express her powerlessness.

"But don't worry." Zhou Jin shrugged and continued to make up the knife. "Low immunity and so on are minor problems. Even if he suffers from various diseases, isn't he in the hospital? He can be treated at any time. But the body will just get worse and worse—psychological problems, um... Anyway, how many modern people have no psychological problems? Don’t worry, as long as you watch him, he won’t have the chance to commit suicide.”

Zhou Jin seemed to be comforting, but actually made Gu Zhubai's expression even more depressed.

In the end, Gu Zhubai's face darkened directly, and he was about to go back after the cigarette was extinguished.

Zhou Jin quickly caught up with him: "Mr. Gu, I'm not talking about you. Since you decided to raise him as a canary cage, it means that you don't intend to treat him as a human being. You care so much about the psychology of a pet." What's the point of being healthy? No matter how unhealthy he is mentally, as long as he is by your side, he will be fine?"

Gu Zhubai felt that Zhou Jin might have done it on purpose.

It seemed that he was thinking of him from his perspective, but in fact every word pierced his heart, making him more aggrieved and uncomfortable.

That said, forcing him to let Luo Muxiao go is the same.

Seeing that he was about to open the door to enter the ward, Zhou Jin slowed down her pace, smiled faintly, and said, "Mr. Gu, it seems that your heart is not cruel enough."

Gu Zhubai paused, and put his hand on the doorknob for a long time before turning his head to look at him: "What does it have to do with you?"

The tone was rather annoyed.

Zhou Jin smiled, and returned to her casual look, but said very seriously, "In recent years, statistical analysis shows that the number of suicides due to mental health problems has increased exponentially. If you don't want Luo Muxiao To be one of them, I suggest you think about the suggestion of letting the bird return to nature. Of course, if you don't take his life seriously, I will pretend that I didn't say this. It's me who cares No business."

Gu Zhubai lowered his eyes, did not respond, and pushed the door open.

Zhou Jin shook her head, and could only say "It's a pity".

Luo Muxiao has already woken up.

He stared out the window again in a daze.

Gu Zhubai didn't know what happened when he was not around, why suddenly Luo Muxiao seemed to have lost all vigor and freshness, couldn't get up to do anything, and even had a fever.

He tucked up the corner of the quilt, closed the curtain, and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Seeing that the window was closed, Luo Muxiao felt that he lost interest again, turned over and went to the other side.

Gu Zhubai frowned, and finally couldn't hold back, he got up and walked outside.

Seeing that Gu Zhubai had gone out, Luo Muxiao breathed a sigh of relief, got off the bed barefoot, and opened the curtains again, this time he didn't go back to bed, just sat by the window and watched, wondering how he could escape from here go out.

Would it work if I tangle the sheets or something?

The door was suddenly pushed open, Luo Muxiao was startled, and quickly adjusted his expression, it was too late to go back to bed.

In order to make himself have a fever yesterday, he blew the cold wind by the window all night, and he finally got a fever.

Luo Muxiao didn't want Gu Zhubai to discover his tricks.

"People from the Gong family have been here." Gu Zhubai's voice sounded.

Luo Muxiao blinked his eyelids, turned his head to look at Gu Zhubai, but didn't speak.

"What did the Gong family tell you?" Gu Zhubai's expression was not good, and his tone was a little gloomy, "Threatening you?"

"...No." Luo Muxiao finally said the only two words today - just because he didn't want to drag Gong Yuyang down.

Gu Zhubai said coldly: "They didn't say anything, you will suddenly become like this."

"Think whatever you want." Luo Muxiao seemed to give up struggling, he stepped on the ground with bare feet, planning to go to bed.

Only then did Gu Zhubai notice that he was not wearing shoes, he frowned and immediately picked him up: "Where are the shoes?"

"No." Luo Muxiao said, "You didn't bring my shoes when you caught me here."

Gu Zhubai was dumbfounded for a moment.He could only hug Luo Muxiao back to the bed, and then drew the curtains again.

As a result, after two o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Zhubai's assistant came back with a lot of shoes, leather shoes, sports shoes, casual shoes... all kinds of shoes, Luo Muxiao suspected that Gu Zhubai directly put The entire counter was moved back.

But watching the assistant move those shoes back and forth, Luo Muxiao's heart is not disturbed, he only thinks about how to run out now.

"You can wear whatever you want." Gu Zhubai touched his head and said, "If you don't have the shoes you like yet, I'll ask someone to go out and buy them."

Luo Muxiao's expression was very calm: "No need."

Gu Zhubai said "Huh?"

"What's the use of having so many shoes?" Luo Muxiao said flatly, "Anyway, I can only walk around in this small room of [-] square meters. No matter how many shoes I buy, I won't have a chance to wear them."

Gu Zhubai was choked again.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke.