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The cool feeling that the blade slid across her neck was his persistent gaze to death as he played with the sharp butterfly knife like a toy.

21:14:46

lie

When Yan Zheng was sent to the nearest hospital, he had fallen into a coma.

After handing over the person to the doctor, Shi Fangman turned around and completed all the necessary procedures, standing in the emergency room, not knowing what else he could do for a while.

My mind is full of young people lying weakly in the blood-colored water, looking at themselves sadly.The blood dripping from a wound on his wrist still landed on his trousers, it was still damp at the moment, rubbing it with his fingertips, there was a blood mark on his finger.

After Shi Fangman clenched his palms in fear, the cold sweat on his back didn't break down. After an unknown amount of time, the doctor called him over, and he realized that the superficial veins on Yan Zheng's wrist were mainly broken, because no tendons and arteries were injured. , is not life-threatening at present, but the amount of bleeding is not small, and it is normal for people to faint.

"At present, the bleeding has been controlled and the wound has been sutured. He needs to rest. I have received an injection. I think he can sleep for a while. You can stay here if you want, and you can wake up after dinner."

The doctor opened the door and asked Shi Fangman to come in.

When Fangman approached the hospital bed, Yan Zheng's face was pale, and he was lying flat behind the same snow-white quilt.His feet are raised, and his hands, wrapped in special gloves, are also drawn aloft.

This posture was obviously uncomfortable. The noise of opening and entering the door and talking, but it didn't wake him up. His eyes were still closed, and his chest rose and fell gently.

"This is……"

"Don't worry, the patient loses a lot of blood and blood pressure drops. This is done to circulate blood to his head and ensure the blood supply to the brain and vital organs of the upper body."

"Ok, thank you."

"May I ask, who are you to him?"

Shi Fang missed a beat in a heartbeat, pursed his lower lip and said, "It's his elder brother."

"Not your own?"

"Ah."

"I suggest that you'd better contact his family. If it's inconvenient, I personally suggest that you stay here with him as much as possible, and wait for him to wake up."

The doctor turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, and shook his head bitterly: "Young people are ignorant, and they are going to commit suicide by cutting their wrists a lot, but not everyone will be so lucky. Although he happened to avoid it this time. The tendons and arteries did not leave a more tragic price, but if they were not delivered in time, once the amount of bleeding reaches a limit, people will also die of shock due to blood loss."

"Moreover, many people have tried more than one suicide method, which is too simple to do, so he can't get used to solving problems or venting emotions in this way."

"We rescue people in the emergency department, but the most difficult thing is to heal the mind. You can accompany and enlighten him more. If you have the opportunity, it is best to take him to the mental health department or psychological counseling department to rule out depression or other mental illnesses. possible."

Facing his concern, Shi Fangman had no way of explaining the ins and outs of this matter, so he could only nod his head sullenly, and agreed first.

After sending the doctor out, he first sat on the chair facing the hospital bed and waited. Later, after thinking about it, Shi Fangman dragged the chair to the side of the hospital bed and sat down where he could see Yan Zheng's sleeping face.

His eyes fell on Yan Zheng, always paying attention to when the sleeping person would wake up.

It was dark outside the window, the night was thicker, and the heating in the hospital was turned on more and more. Yan Zheng was covered with a quilt, and a layer of sweat floated on his face. Shi Fang took off the quilt carefully and wiped off his sweat with a paper towel.

Yan Zheng's right hand was obediently placed in the quilt, and when Shi Fangman held it, he realized that his palm was also covered with sweat. He pulled his hand out of the quilt, spread his palm to wipe off the sweat, and shifted his gaze to the place where he placed it. On the raised left hand, through the thick translucent special glove, one can clearly see a dark red wound that is half the length of the wrist and stitched together.

It was the first time he saw such a picture, and he realized that a human is really like a rubber or silicone doll. The cracked place is like sliding a knife on such a doll, and the tissue spreads to both sides. , the edges are ferocious and incomplete, and even if they are forcibly sewn together later, they will not completely bond the two sides together like glue.

The snow-white skin was intertwined with the dark blood scabs on the sutures, and the scar would probably not disappear. Even if the color faded in the future, it would always carry the bloody and destructive taste of the past.

He stared blankly at the dark red seam under the palm sleeve and between the ring finger bone, the bright and shining ring.

He didn't notice that Yan Zheng had woken up.

The young man on the hospital bed was as pale as paper, he drew his fangs together, breathed weakly, and yelled affectionately.

"elder brother?"

Shi Fangman subconsciously put down Yan Zheng's right hand that he was holding, and took a step back.

Yan Zheng looked at him with hurt eyes, didn't speak, only called out again mournfully.

Shi Fang was full of embarrassment and at a loss, he naturally supported the frame of the mirror, looked away, and hesitated while thinking: "How are you now?"

"Very good," Yan Zheng smiled at him, his light lips curled up: "Because I can see my brother as soon as I wake up."

"very nice."

"I'm still worried that my brother will be angry again." He raised his face slightly: "I wonder if my brother will say that he is really a lunatic, ah, it's so annoying."

Shi Fang was full of anger accumulated because of this sentence.

"Did you tell me on purpose, what 'I'll wait for you here', what if I didn't react?"

"You really are going to die!"

"Aren't you crazy? Always do such crazy things! What would you do if I went straight away?"

Facing his worried and then frightened eyes, Yan Zheng's face became even paler.

"I did this because I needed you."

"If I can't get my brother, I will die if I die..."

He stopped his mouth at the right time, lowered his eyes pretending to be pitiful, and remained silent.

After a while, he felt a pair of cool hands caressing his forehead, so he stretched out his good right hand and immediately clenched it tightly.

"Brother, if you promise to be with me, I will be obedient."

Yan Zheng was begging, but his body covered under the quilt was tense, like a wild beast about to start hunting, nervously staring at the unaware prey in front of him.

Because of tension and exertion, the sutured wound showed signs of bleeding again.It's just wrapped in translucent medical equipment, and there is a touch of red overflowing in the palm cover that no one pays attention to.

Dangerous blood, as thin as silk, slid down the pale as paper forearm.

Yan Zheng endured the pain of the sudden rupture of the wound, and his voice became softer, like the most lovable guy, wronged but innocent.

"I don't do anything else."

With a weeping sound that could just be detected, he continued softly.

"You are with me, we leave here, go to the city where I go to school, or wherever you want to go, it's fine."

"No one knows, just the two of us."

"Brother, promise me? Please, please, I promise you will be very obedient..."

Shi Fangman opened his lips, but couldn't make a sound.

The heart was tightly wrapped by a dense net, and all the emotions were mixed together, so complicated that he couldn't recognize them, but those emotions were all caused by Yan Zheng. Looking at the young man who pretended to be well-behaved and pitiful in front of him, countless words were blocked. In Shi Fangman's throat, he could neither spit out nor swallow.

His tightly clenched palm trembled unconsciously, so Yan Zheng pulled it even tighter, bones clicked, and the light "click" sounded like a weird and affectionate dark nursery rhyme.

Can't get rid of that hand, can't get rid of that person.

He was afraid, afraid that the bloody hand would hang down, afraid that that person would really stay away.

He met those focused eyes, and then pressed his lips together tightly.

Insignificantly, he lowered his head.

Without making the slightest sound, such a slight movement set off a frenzy in Yan Zheng's mind. His whole body seemed to be electrified, or he seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream. He was at a loss for a while before realizing what happened. What.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Shi Fangman smiled wryly: "You have been lying to me all this time, haven't you?"

"So, you won't lie to me this time, right! Brother, you promised..."

Yan Zheng sat up and pulled him with his good right hand, as if he wanted to hug the man's whole body into his arms, Shi Fang sighed, and approached obediently, letting him rest his furry head on his chest, He stained his snow-white sweater with wet tears.

The fingers on his back gripped his clothes tightly.

"You promised, you won't go back on your word, right?"

"The premise is that you can do it too, and you will be obedient, right?"

Shi Fangman held his face in his hands.

"Didn't lie to me?"

Yan Zheng nodded hurriedly.

"Guaranteed?"

Finally, there was some faint blood on his cheeks, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of his full mouth, then left immediately, staring at the other person's face with an unclear expression, and lowered his head.

"ensure."

The voice is soft, and it sounds really cute.

But early the next morning, when Shi Fangman was just discharged from the hospital and bought breakfast, Yan Zheng was discharged by himself, and a note was placed on the table, saying that he would take care of the Yan family's affairs by himself, and told him not to worry.

It was specifically written on the note that it was because of Yan Xiaoyuan's urging early in the morning. He didn't want to go to Yunyun himself.

Shi Fangman threw the note away, sulked for a while, and thought about it.He can also see now that Yan Zheng has a completely different two-faced personality and two-faced style. This is Yan Zheng's characteristic. If you have to tangle with small things, you can't get entangled at all.

he opened the breakfast box