Kiss badly

The person on the bed seemed to have been fished out of the water, sweating all over his body, Lin Yuanzhi wiped off the sweat and blood on Wen Hexi's body with a towel, covered him with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Wen Hexi's hands. Xi's hand kissed lightly, "The doctor will be here soon."

Obviously Wen Hexi couldn't hear it, but his words were more like comforting himself.

The downstairs visitor's bell rang.

Lin Yuanzhi let go of Wen Hexi's hand, and immediately ran downstairs to open the door, almost tripping and falling on the ground on the way.

He thought it was his personal doctor.

but not.

He opened the door to see a face sleeping in his memory.

"Long time no see." The man outside the door was elegant and steady, with a gentle face.

"Why are you here?" Lin Yuanzhi frowned.

"I got your call." The man shook the phone in his hand, and he was Dr. Jiang that Lin Yuanzhi had noted.

"That's my typo." Lin Yuanzhi explained.

Dr. Jiang seemed a little disappointed, but he didn't choose to leave, but pointed to the door: "Can you let me in?"

"Come in." Lin Yuanzhi turned sideways to make way.

Doctor Jiang walked in.

Lin Yuanzhi ignored him, went straight upstairs, and continued to stay by the bed, smoothing the frowning brows for Wen Hexi.

Dr. Jiang also followed, walked into the bedroom, and saw Lin Yuanzhi clutching the hand of the person on the bed, a little surprised: "Is he yours?"

"My love." Lin Yuanzhi said.

Dr. Jiang glanced at the blood on the quilt, "Your condition doesn't seem to be improving. I still say the same thing, you need treatment."

For a long time, the word "treatment" was equivalent to death to Lin Yuanzhi, so Lin Yuanzhi always refused treatment.

But now he has to admit that what Dr. Jiang said is right, he needs treatment, he needs to become a normal person, a mentally ill person like him is not suitable for loving others, he will hurt Wen Hexi, he can't control himself.

He told himself to restrain himself over and over again, but as soon as Wen Hexi pounced on him, he lost control and vented all his energy on Wen Hexi like a wild beast. As if awakened, he just wiped Wen Hexi's sweat when he saw Wen Hexi's waist pinched bruise by him.

But when he did it, he didn't realize it at all, and he seemed to be unconscious throughout the whole process.

"...Can I really be cured?"

It takes courage to try again after failing once.

"Yes." Doctor Jiang said firmly.

In fact, he can't guarantee whether Lin Yuanzhi can be cured. This matter largely depends on the patient himself, not him.

He lied.

In Lin Yuanzhi's state, if he wants to receive treatment, he must give him hope. A vague answer will defeat this person's courage.

People who have love are very afraid of death.

For Lin Yuanzhi, receiving treatment is a gamble with his life, a chance to become a normal person.

Doctor Jiang knew that Lin Yuanzhi couldn't fully trust him because of that mistake, "If you don't believe me, I can introduce other doctors to you."

Lin Yuanzhi seemed to be thinking about it, but remained silent.

The downstairs visitor's bell rang.

A sudden sound broke the slightly dignified atmosphere.

Dr. Jiang: "I'll open the door."

This time it was Lin Yuanzhi's personal doctor. After a while, Dr. Jiang led the private doctor into the bedroom. Lin Yuanzhi gave up his seat and walked out with Dr. Jiang.

Close the door.

Lin Yuanzhi leaned against the wall with a straight face, "I will trust you one last time."

That mistake was not entirely Dr. Jiang's fault, but also his own. He was avoiding and did not dare to confide those unbearable past events to others. He concealed something from his psychiatrist, which caused Dr. Jiang's misjudgment.

After leaving the villa, Dr. Jiang got into the car on the side of the road.

The assistant waiting in the car dozed off for a while, and when he heard the sound, he immediately regained his energy. He rubbed his eyes, which were almost closed, and muttered, "Who asked you to come here in the middle of the night?"

"A former patient." Dr. Jiang said.

"Is it a follow-up visit?"

"No, he refused treatment a long time ago."

In this industry, there are too many cases where patients refuse treatment. Mental illness does not directly endanger life, and it is impossible to take medicine and perform surgery like a physical illness. As long as you receive treatment, it will be useful. In many cases, the effect of treatment is not good.

The assistant is already calm about this situation, but he just can't understand why his teacher wants to see a person who has refused treatment, "Since he has already refused treatment, why do you still go to him?"

"Because I nearly killed him."

More than three years ago, he had just finished his Ph.D. and was doing an internship with his teacher. Lin Yuanzhi was his first patient...

Dr. Jiang recalled that Lin Yuanzhi at that time was irritable, quick-thinking and extremely jumpy, he could not express clearly when he was emotional, and had a serious tendency to violence. These were obvious symptoms of mania, so he easily So he made a diagnosis, and then took the conventional method of treating mania on Lin Yuanzhi.

However, Lin Yuanzhi committed suicide three months after taking the drug.

In fact, after taking the drug for a month, Lin Yuanzhi showed obvious numbness, no emotions, and even occasionally depressed and world-weary. At that time, he only regarded it as a side effect of the drug and didn't pay much attention to it. Thinking about it now At that time, he should have realized that Lin Yuanzhi was not suffering from mania. He had taken the wrong medicine, which caused Lin Yuanzhi to be depressed and almost died.

After that, Lin Yuanzhi refused his diagnosis and treatment.

They never met again. He thought that Lin Yuanzhi's number would be buried in his address book forever, but he didn't expect that he would wait until the day when Lin Yuanzhi received treatment again.

This time he will never make a mistake again.

He later investigated that Lin Yuanzhi's mother was beaten to death by his father, and Lin Yuanzhi witnessed the whole process of the murder scene with his own eyes, and Lin Yuanzhi's violence all began on that day.

Emotional paralysis caused by trauma, accompanied by manic irritability, severe violent tendencies, and even sadistic tendencies.

Too tricky.

But the Lin Yuanzhi just now made him feel like a normal person with a grumpy temper and weak self-control. If the blood on the quilt hadn't exposed someone's previous brutality, he really couldn't believe the Lin Yuanzhi he saw. It was the old Lin Yuanzhi.

This is incredible.

No one would know that it was Wen Hexi who spent three years of pain in exchange for turning an emotionally paralyzed sadist into Lin Yuanzhi who now knows how to love others, and it was Wen Hexi who brought Lin Yuanzhi back to the world. Blood is his wound, his death.

Three years ago, Wen Hexi planted a seed in Lin Yuanzhi's heart, and he watered it with blood to grow, and at the moment when he was dying, the seed sprouted, and when Lin Yuanzhi realized that he loved At the moment Wen Hexi, it bloomed.

The lights on both sides of the road are bright.

Doctor Jiang looked out the car window.

That day, he also rushed to Lin Yuanzhi's house through the bright lights of this road.

There, he saw Lin Yuanzhi bandaging his wrist wound with a blank face. Nearly half of his wrist was cut, and blood gushed out like a bank burst, quickly staining the bandage red.

How much he hates this world, so he can be so cruel to himself.

But he just stopped in the middle of suicide.

That night, Doctor Jiang asked Lin Yuanzhi why.

Lin Yuanzhi just smiled and said, "I saw a pair of eyes."

"What kind of eyes?" At that time, he thought that they must be a pair of brilliant and bright eyes. People who fall into the darkness should yearn for the sun. It is said in all the stories about redemption. They are covered with The people of light save.

But Lin Yuanzhi's answer was beyond his expectation: "Very bleak."

Then Lin Yuanzhi thought for a long time before saying again: "...that is a pair of eyes full of pain and struggle."