transient stability

I really want to go to the general ward earlier, so I have to pretend to be my grandson these two days.

It hurts more than anything to keep me silent, and I can't do something outrageous in the room.

A normal person would become a lunatic if he was imprisoned like this, let alone a lunatic.

A madman probably wouldn't care?If I was really sick, would I not be so irritable?

Yesterday Lin Qiu came very late, but today he came very early, at eight o'clock on time.

One thing I found out: he cut his hair.

There are ten thousand alpacas galloping in my heart. Why is his beautiful hair cut short?Just because of my catch yesterday? !

"Doctor Lin, your hair." I stretched out my fingers and landed on his hair.

The long hair that was originally long to the waist is much shorter, and now it only reaches the position of the shoulder blades.The ends are still purple, presumably he dyed it again.

"Oh, cut it."

He looked at me suddenly, I looked at him for a while, and my eyes fell on his breastplate.

Be patient, pretend, be patient, pretend, be patient, pretend.I brainwashed myself over and over again, and I had to pretend to be a little bit in front of Lin Qiu.

I held back and didn't speak for a long time, and Lin Qiu didn't ask me as usual.He doesn't ask me how do I talk?When I was about to suffocate, Lin Qiu finally spoke.

"How are you today?"

I held my breath and nodded.Thinking that maybe he didn't look at me, I said back to him: "I'm fine, very comfortable."

Lin Qiu's eyes looked clear and bright, with dark brown pupils and brown irises.I have memorized his appearance a long time ago, and I can imagine what his facial features will look like without looking at him.

"You're a little weird today."

Lin Qiu walked to the bed, and I jumped up from the bed, keeping a distance of more than one meter from him vigilantly.

I didn't reply to him, didn't he think I was cured if I said a few words less?

"Normal people would find it stuffy here, but you feel comfortable?"

"..." The swear words I almost uttered were swallowed abruptly.

Lin Qiu's mind is different from mine, and I can't find a reason to refute his weird remarks.

"If I say bad, don't you want me to take medicine?"

I thought a little angrily, how on earth do they judge whether there is something wrong with a person?

"Did I let you take medicine?" Lin Qiu asked me suddenly.

Speaking of it, he did not let me take medicine, nor did the nurse forcibly feed me medicine.I froze for a while, looking at him suspiciously.

"Will follow me to see Dr. Long for a test."

I was ecstatic in my heart, is Lin Qiu going to transfer me to the general ward?

"If the test passes..."

"Just give you a pencil."

"........."

"I don't want a pencil." In grief and anger, I wanted to throw him down and beat him up, but I didn't dare to do it because of Lin Qiu's brute force before.

How many days are you going to stay here?I'm going crazy to live any longer.

"Don't you want to draw?"

I brewed for a long time but did not shed a single tear, a little frustrated.

"Didn't you say that only when you go out will you have a pencil, what's the use of giving me a pencil if you live here?"

"Who said you were going to live here?"

My heart suddenly flew up, and I opened my arms to hug Lin Qiu.

Lin Qiu took a step back, his reaction speed was unimaginable.

In order to go to the mild disease ward smoothly, I obediently took a test.

It was another doctor who tested me, and Lin Qiu was only waiting in the next room.

After an hour of Q&A, I got two different points.

One is 15 points and one is 18 points.

The two doctors looked at me, smiled, and handed me over to Lin Qiu.

"What does this score mean?" I asked Lin Qiu, "Am I depressed?"

Lin Qiu took me back to the 12th floor where I was. I really didn't want to go back, so I grabbed his hand in the elevator.

He shook me back and almost cried, - it hurts too much.

When I got to the ninth floor, I suddenly had the urge to escape. The floors below are all for mildly ill patients, unlike the [-]th floor where each person lives in a room.

"The scale is only an auxiliary judgment, it cannot tell whether you are sick or not."

Lin Qiu seemed to see through my thoughts of running away, and his hands tightened again.

I swore I would never want to run for the rest of my life if he took me lightly.Why is it so hard now?