Kiss badly

"Hello, I am……"

Dr. Jiang's self-introduction was halfway through, but was interrupted by Lin Yuanzhi: "Baby, we have something to talk about, so go out first."

"Oh." Wen Hexi went out with a half-peeled apple.

He didn't mean to eavesdrop, and sat on the bench in the corridor peeling apples after he went out, but the people in the ward seemed to be afraid that he would eavesdrop, so they closed the door after he went out.

"I'm not interested in listening." He curled his lips and continued to peel apples.

While peeling and peeling, he slandered: It's a luxury to eat apples without the skin.

In the ward.

Dr. Jiang sat on the chair where Wen Hexi was sitting just now, and habitually turned on the recorder: "Did you tell him about your condition?"

"No need."

With Lin Yuanzhi's stubborn temper, Dr. Jiang felt that it was useless to say anything, so he simply changed to the next topic: "How are you feeling these days? Have you taken your medicine on time? How many times have you been emotionally unstable? How many times did you get out of control? What is the specific reason? How is your sleep status? Have you ever suffered from insomnia? How is your appetite?"

Dr. Jiang asked one question after another, without giving Lin Yuanzhi a chance to intervene. He needed to know whether Lin Yuanzhi's memory had declined, and whether his thinking was slow.

"It doesn't feel good."

"The medicine was taken on time."

"I have been emotionally unstable many times, I forgot how many times, the reason is..." Lin Yuanzhi paused, the reason for his emotional instability was seeing Wen Hexi sleeping with someone else, but he didn't want to tell this kind of thing Others "are not unreasonable reasons anyway."

"Out of control hasn't happened recently."

"Sleep is good and bad. If he is there, I will sleep well. If he is not, sometimes I can't sleep all night."

"No change in appetite."

Dr. Jiang observed the subtle changes in Lin Yuanzhi's face, and he caught something. He later inquired about something between Lin Yuanzhi and his lover.

As soon as he thought about it, he instantly understood.

He stared at Lin Yuanzhi's face and asked, "Is your emotional instability because of your lover?"

"Yes."

If I continued to ask, there would be nothing more to ask, so Dr. Jiang resolutely gave up asking about this matter, "How is your sexual desire?"

"Look at my legs."

"Many poses don't use legs." Dr. Jiang said seriously.

Lin Yuanzhi was speechless, and held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "...you are the one who shows off."

Doctor Jiang: "..."

Dr. Jiang asked a lot of questions. After learning about it, he once again doubted his own role. His treatment was not as effective as Wen Hexi alone.

With this person turning his palms, Lin Yuanzhi's condition got better when he said it was getting better, and worsened when he said he was getting worse. It was as if he was holding the switch of Lin Yuanzhi's condition.

If Wen Hexi could cooperate, Lin Yuanzhi's illness might be cured faster.

He had to talk to Wen Hexi.

Wen Hexi waited outside. The apples were all peeled, and the people inside hadn't come out yet. He held the peeled apples for a long time, but people still couldn't come out.

He couldn't give it to Lin Yuanzhi, and he was a little annoyed by the wait, so he took a bite himself.

I don't care about Lin Yuanzhi if I eat by myself.

After eating an apple, he stared at the still-unmoving door. The folded fruit knife was swished by him, and he drew it back again.

Finally the door opened.

Dr. Jiang came out and closed the door behind him. He walked up to Wen Hexi: "Can I talk to you?"

"Private chat?" Wen Hexi looked at him, pointed to the door, alluding to his closing the door, "You don't seem to want Lin Yuanzhi to know."

Dr. Jiang was stunned for a moment because he was guessed.

Wen Hexi stood up, turned the folded fruit knife a few times in his hand and slipped it into his pocket.

The smooth movements show that he has been playing with knives for many years.

"There's a tea room over there, let's go there." Wen Hexi pointed to the right direction and walked ahead.

There is an independent open hall in the corridor not far from the ward. The space is so small that it is not really a tea room. It is just a water heater and a row of seats. Wen Hexi has been collecting water here these days.

Dr. Jiang followed Wen Hexi into the small hall. When they entered, there was no one there, which happened to be convenient for them.

"What do you want to talk about?" Wen Hexi asked.

"Talk about Lin Yuanzhi." Dr. Jiang said, "How much do you know about him?"

Wen Hexi was startled, the strange man's question suddenly made him realize—he didn't seem to know Lin Yuanzhi at all, he only knew that he was a violent beast with money, and now he added another man who loved him and lived good.

While he was in a trance, he heard the strange man in front of him talking about Lin Yuanzhi whom he didn't understand... He has a very serious mental illness...

his father was a sadist

He has lived with violence since he was a child

His mother was beaten to death by his father

He witnessed the murder scene

he……

Those words poured into his ears, and in the end there were only a few concise words left.

In the ward, Lin Yuanzhi noticed something was wrong.

Wen Hexi did not come back.

He guessed in an instant that Dr. Jiang was meddling.

"You can't get out of bed yet." The nurse who entered the ward stopped Lin Yuan when he saw Lin Yuan getting out of bed and walking.

Lin Yuanzhi blocked the nurse's hand, "Where did the person who left the ward just now go?"

"Here we go." The nurse pointed in the direction.

Lin Yuanzhi limped, leaning on the wall, ignoring the open and bleeding wound on his leg, left the ward, and walked in the direction pointed by the nurse.

A voice from the small hall stopped him.

He didn't dare to go in. The chill and indifference in his voice blocked him like a wall, making him unable to stand. He leaned against the wall to stabilize himself when he was about to fall, and put his palm on his heart.

It was like a knife was stirring in it, and he was almost suffocated by the pain.

"Why?"

In the small hall, Wen Hexi looked at Dr. Jiang with such indifference that it made people chill, "Is it because he is sick?"

"What's wrong with being sick?" He sneered, "It's not illegal for mental patients to hurt others. This kind of nonsense works well in court, but it doesn't work here."

"He is a patient. We cannot ask a patient to control his behavior like a normal person." Dr. Jiang argued.

But in fact, he has long since ignored the reason. He disclosed the patient's condition to others against the patient's wishes. From the very beginning, since he lied to Lin Yuanzhi, he was not just doing it for the patient.

He is doing it for himself.

The existence of Lin Yuanzhi is a black spot on his white curtain. If this person does not recover, he will be trapped by obsession for a day.

Under the entanglement of obsession, he has lost his original intention of being a doctor.

Lin Yuanzhi listened to the quarrel between the two people inside. Every word they said was stabbing his heart. He didn't feel sorry for Wen Hexi's words that hurt him, but he felt sorry for the scars on Wen Hexi's body that were no longer visible. hurt.

Why is he not a normal person, why did he let Wen Hexi suffer for those three years.

He wanted to make a sound, but a sob stuck in his throat, his body trembled, and his whole body froze there.

Can't move, can't make a sound.

The quarrel in the small hall came to an abrupt end with the sound of a chair shifting. Dr. Jiang was pushed to the ground by Wen Hexi. Wen Hexi turned around angrily and left. He wanted to chat with this man again, he was afraid that he would lose control own fist.

accurate!

I'm so upset that I want to beat someone up!

Wen Hexi's thorns full of hostility were all set up, and the sharp thorns were directed at everyone who approached him.

For three years, he stepped on the line between life and death, like walking a tightrope, every step he took was unknown, he didn't know if he could be so tough next time and survive Lin Yuanzhi's hands.

There was always a suicide note in his broken mobile phone, which was full of pleas. He hoped that after his death, Lin Yuanzhi could send his mother to a nursing home and raise his mother for the rest of his life.

He had so many injuries, so many pains, so many times he struggled on the edge of life, how could he just let it go, he couldn't let it go for the rest of his life, Lin Yuanzhi was sick, Lin Yuanzhi was pitiful, it wasn't caused by him , why should he bear all this.