Little wolf dog, he always wants a divorce

Fu Siran was able to sit up and talk soon, but he didn't remember anyone.

Not only that, but also very repulsive to others, not only the doctors and nurses, but the most important thing is the Fu family. Every time his parents and Fu Sixing came over, he would tell them to go out and yell:

"Get out! Get out! I don't want to see you!"

If they said "but I'm your mother" or "I'm your brother", Fu Siran would be even more irritated, holding his head and crying:

"I'm not Fu Siran, I'm not! Get out, get out—"

He was screaming hysterically, his head ached and his forehead was covered with sweat. The doctors and nurses hurriedly drove him out of the ward:

"It is recommended that you do not stimulate the patient, his brain is injured and cannot be stimulated."

Looking at the serious doctor, the Fu family was anxious and helpless.

Originally, they had pinned their hopes on Xie Jiacheng to come to see him, but when he saw Xie Jiacheng, although he was not as irritable as the Fu family, he was indifferent.

Xie Jiacheng also never expected this to happen. He moved to the bedside and looked at Fu Siran almost devoutly:

"Ran Ran, I am Jiacheng, look at me, I am Jiacheng..."

Fu Siran glanced at him, then turned his head away, ignored him, and looked at the blue sky outside the window without saying a word.

"Ran Ran..." Xie Jiacheng stretched out his hand to hold his arm, wanting him to look at him, but when Fu Siran turned his head, his eyes looked at him in horror as if something terrible had happened. shouted frantically:

"what--"

That kind of look, that kind of name, is totally not what normal people would have, quite neurotic.

Xie Jiacheng quickly let go of him, and coaxed him:

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you, don't do this..."

The only person who can talk to him calmly is Uncle Fu, and Xie Jiahui can't be by his side.

"Ran Ran, be good. The doctors and nurses are here to help you. You have to trust them, okay?" Fu Qingyan sat in a wheelchair, holding Fu Siran's hand in one hand, with gentleness on his handsome and friendly face, and tenderness in his eyes. It was also a coaxing smile, "Is it okay? Huh?"

Fu Siran exerted a slight force on his hand, and held him instead. There was no longer fear and disgust in his beautiful black eyes, but full-hearted trust:

"I only trust you."

Fu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and touched the back of his uninjured head: "Silly boy, if you trust my uncle, don't be afraid of the doctors, okay?"

Hearing this, Fu Siran looked at the thin quilt covering him with distress and resentment:

"But I'm afraid...they will hurt me, it will hurt so much..."

Fu Qingyan was taken aback again—it hurts, hurts?

Could it be Shen Rongyan?

Fear of doctors and Fu family?

When he saw that Fu Siran was only smiling at himself, he was already a little suspicious, but now he became more and more suspicious, but he wanted to think about it, but he didn't dare to say it, he just smiled and coaxed him:

"It hurts because you have a wound, Ran Ran. The doctor is going to cure it for you. If uncle is here, you will be safe. Uncle promises."

Fu Siran looked at him, his eyes were still a little frightened:

"Then what if you're not here? They will take me away...it will hurt me very much..."

When he said this, he was like a child who had been abused, and that expression of lingering fear made Fu Qingyan's throat sting.

What evil did his third brother's family do!

He supported the hospital bed with his hands, put his feet on the ground with all his strength, moved little by little, and let himself move from the wheelchair to the edge of the hospital bed. The movements that ordinary people can complete in an instant made him do almost half of them. Minutes - just this, it is still a big improvement after rehabilitation.

But as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed, he put his arms around Fu Siran, and on the basis of not hurting him, he hugged him into his arms, and said in a low voice and tenderly:

"Rong Yan, I know you are Rong Yan. Don't worry, my uncle will protect you and won't make you hurt very much. Never again, never again..."

When Shen Rongyan heard him call him "Rongyan", she tilted her head in doubt, but after hearing him say that she would protect herself, a trusting expression appeared on her delicate and pale face.

Fu Qingyan asked him in a low voice as if coaxing a child:

"Jia Chenglai, why are you so scared?"

"Who is Jiacheng?" Shen Rongyan asked.

"It's that tall and handsome young man in a suit..."

Shen Rongyan shook his head slightly and said:

"I don't remember who he is, but I'm afraid of strangers, and he still squeezes my hand. My hand hurts so much..."

He said, showing Fu Qingyan with his fingers.

There are still two electric shock spots that are not very obvious.

Fu Qingyan became more and more sure that the person in front of him was Shen Rongyan.

Only Shen Rongyan has such severe PTSD, that is, post-traumatic stress disorder.

He stopped talking, hugged Shen Rongyan into his arms again, and patted him on the back lightly.

He himself didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Shen Rongyan, but he knew that any person with humanitarian spirit and compassion would feel the same when facing Shen Rongyan like this.

What's more, he had known him as uncle and nephew for so long.

Probably only his third brother's family can have such a cruel heart.

Letting them lose their sons now, and even making their sons hate them, is the due retribution!

Fu Qingyan was always with Shen Rongyan.

He even asked Xie Jiahui to bring him a pair of medical crutches to make it easier for him to get in and out, because he decided to stay.

He also sent Xie Jiacheng a WeChat message, telling him:

"I'm sure, this is Rong Yan, but he suffers from severe PTSD and doesn't like to see strangers, especially doctors in white coats and the Fu family."

"PTSD?..." Xie Jiacheng was silent for a long time, and then said, "But, but I am his Jiacheng!"

Fu Qingyan understood his mood, comforted him and said:

"He treats everyone the same now. Don't worry, it will get better little by little. If you keep stimulating him now, it will be bad."

"Didn't you say that there is a psychiatrist he knows? While treating trauma, he is also treating psychology."

As soon as Fu Qingyan sent this WeChat message, he heard footsteps outside the door. Then, the door was opened, and Fu Sixing, dressed in a black suit, came in:

"Ran Ran—I brought you..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Rongyan, who had just closed his eyes and was going to sleep, screamed in horror:

"what--"

"Uncle! Uncle, save me! Help me, save me..."

This time his attack was more serious than any previous one. Not only was he lying there unable to move in fright, his whole body was shaking, he was also unable to breathe as if he had asthma, and there was a bellows-like "ku-" in his throat. ku-" sound:

"Help me...I'm hurting...it hurts..."

Fu Qingyan was so scared that he lost his soul. After realizing it, he turned his head and said angrily to Fu Sixing:

"Who let you in? Get out, get out!"