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"I've said it's okay, old Zhao, your eyes are red balls, I guessed it, your brain must be normal, and when the book comes out, you will say I am depressed at most, and you will be depressed when you are indecisive. This routine is too much for me. understood……"

Qiao Xing was lying on the hospital bed, nibbling at the apple that Wen Changze had peeled for him, and happily chatting with Lao Zhao. He seemed to be talking about his illness, but he didn't know I thought I was talking about some very interesting entertainment gossip.

"Yes, yes, Master Qiao is as strong as a cow, and his IQ is 180..." Probably because he realized that his pessimistic emotions should not affect the patient, Lao Zhao also cheered up and talked about other things with Qiao Xing, "Oh By the way, let me tell you, just that first-line student Zhao XX, he was beaten out of cheating, did you make it up, I'll go, the red underwear is all over my head..."

There was a lot of discussion in the ward, especially Qiao Xing's voice. The doors and windows of the diagnosis room were closed, and occasionally Qiao Xing's arrogant laughter could be heard.

After several hours of analysis and consultation, the doctor finally handed Qiao Xing's EEG test report to Wen Changrong. The results showed that Qiao Xing's brain is currently in a normal state with no pathological changes.

Seeing such a result, Wen Changrong's frowning finally relaxed a little, and he let out a long sigh of relief, with a look of rejoicing as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

"However, Mr. Qiao's situation is still not optimistic." The doctor handed a cup of hot water to the man, and said, "My colleague should have told you before that Mr. Qiao likes to lie very much, and it is difficult for people to distinguish his true thoughts." Bar?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Qiao's lying behavior is actually a self-protection mechanism. This kind of mechanism behavior is also very common for us ordinary people. For example, if you can't get grapes, say grapes are sour." This thing is not good, so as to comfort myself to gain psychological balance, everyone has done it more or less."

"Ah."

"But Mr. Qiao's self-protection behavior is obviously too much. We learned that when he couldn't see the ring, Mr. Qiao didn't want to go to the banquet with you, and when he saw the white rose, Mr. Qiao was in extreme pain. In this state, he was eager to be comforted, and it was the same with the card, because you were very anxious, so he imagined a sentence to comfort himself."

"……Um."

"Visions are very serious. Another point is that Mr. Qiao's lying behavior has been permeated in his life. He lied to outsiders and to himself. Not only are there contradictions in language and behavior, but there are also contradictions in consciousness. Behavior."

Wen Changrong frowned the more he listened, "So?"

"Hallucinations and conflicts of consciousness are the precursors of schizophrenia." Looking at Wen Changrong's expression, the doctor paused before saying, "Of course, I'm not saying that Mr. Qiao will definitely suffer from schizophrenia in the future, but if the psychological disorder cannot be relieved, then he will If it continues to develop, there is a high probability that it will lead to brain mutations and schizophrenia..."

"..." Wen Changrong clenched his hands tightly into fists, his head drooped deeply, and he responded in a muffled voice, "Okay, I see."

"Don't worry too much," the doctor reassured: "Schizophrenic brain abnormalities are the premise. Mr. Qiao hasn't had it yet. It's not too late to start treatment now. Take medicine on time and do psychological counseling. It's not a terminal illness."

"……Um."

After saying this, the doctor pointed to the direction of the ward where exaggerated laughter was still coming from: "Mr. Qiao shouldn't be talking and laughing so loudly before, right?"

"um, yes."

"Mr. Wen, you should know that loud voices often indicate emotions such as guilt and fear. According to previous information, we speculate that Mr. Qiao should have been aware of or knew that he had a psychological problem a long time ago, but he is very afraid of it, so now he has been Resistance and denial, during the inquiry, he also had a certain understanding of our treatment methods, I suggest you check to see if Mr. Qiao has seen other psychologists before, so that we can make judgments based on the previous illness."

"Ok."

"Finally Mr. Wen, you also remember to ensure your health."

……

The EEG results showed nothing abnormal, Lao Zhao and Wen Chang heaved a sigh of relief, but Qiao Xing didn't feel much, so it was.

He threw the EEG diagnosis certificate aside with disdain, and then turned to the next one. When he saw the words 'suspected signs of schizophrenia', he almost fainted out of anger.

"A quack doctor, definitely a quack doctor!" Qiao Xing rolled his eyes more than a dozen times in a row, "I've never seen such a handsome schizophrenic like me, don't think I don't know what kind of mental illness is, I protrude my mouth and roll my eyes. Liuha Lazi, where the hell is my image..."

"Oh, the big guy didn't seem to see it? It's a sign! It doesn't mean you're mentally ill!" Lao Zhao put his hand against his ear, "Qiao Xing, please speak softly. Today, you speak like a loudspeaker in a vegetable market. Baba..."

"...Hmm!" Qiao Xing's voice was a little softer, and he pulled up his sick clothes again, "You said that a patient is like a loudspeaker."

"I..." In the past, Lao Zhao had already hated him a long time ago, but thinking of the "Little Handbook for Care of Relatives of Patients" that he had just sent to his hand, he immediately endured it again and said, "Okay, okay, you are not a big speaker, you are a small speaker." Trumpet, little morning glory..."

The two chattered about this side, while Wen Chang on the other side smiled lightly, cut half of the freshly peeled apple and fed it to Qiao Xing's mouth.

Qiao Xing's petunias stopped in an instant. He quietly raised his eyes to glance at Wen Changze, then quickly lowered his eyes, and opened his mouth to take away the fruit on the toothpick. "Thank you, master."

"You're welcome."

"..." Lao Zhao looked at the 'shy' expression that flashed across Qiao Xing's face just now, and then at the handsome man sitting on the wheelchair. For some reason, he suddenly felt a trace of coolness unique to green. Thinking about the reason behind this, when he raised his eyes, he saw the man standing outside the ward door with sharp eyes staring straight at the two people in the ward.

Old Zhao was startled with fright, took half a step back, grabbed his cell phone, and prepared to call the police if anything happened.

Wen Changrong, who was outside the door, looked at the two of them with eyes that were on fire. He looked again and again, but in the end he gritted his back teeth and endured it. The bodyguard standing by saw that his boss was about to burst out with veins. Arms, and hurriedly even breathed a little lighter, for fear of disturbing this active volcano.

The man sat for a while, his eyes were so burning that even Qiao Xing in the room couldn't help turning his head to look at him several times, while Wen Chang sat a little further away, and the elevator door over there opened with a ding dong, wearing a yellow and green T-shirt A teenager in a T-shirt and an assistant in a suit and tie came out.

Holding a bottle of sleeping pills written on it in his hand, the assistant rushed towards Wen Changrong quickly.

"Boss, this is the medicine you just asked me to get from Mr. Qiao's house..."

"En." Wen Changrong suppressed the anger just now, stood up, took the medicine bottle, unscrewed it, and saw that there were capsules of medicine in it. It seemed that in order to prevent the capsule from getting wet, it was unreasonable to lose it. Several packs of desiccant.

Wen Changrong frowned again. Capsule medicines are not packed in bottles, and sleeping pills are mostly white flakes.

"I just took it to the doctor for testing. These capsules are not sleeping pills, but anti-anxiety drugs. They are usually prescribed in more serious cases. The capsules should be opened and deliberately put into bottles..."

The assistant deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke. There was a considerable distance between the corridor and the depths of the ward. Qiao Xing couldn't hear what the two were saying clearly, but he could clearly see the familiar bottle in their hands. He stopped talking to Lao Zhao. babbling, eyes fell on the two people in the corridor.

"What is this?" Qi Da's conspicuous yellow and green figure squeezed between Wen Changrong and his assistant very unreasonably.

Wen Changrong stopped the young man from taking the bottle, subconsciously frowned and opened his mouth to reprimand the visitor, but then remembered that Qi Da was here to accompany Qiao Xing today, so he endured it and replied, "Medicine, why?" ?”

Qi Da looked at the medicine bottle, then turned his head to look at Qiao Xing who was looking at him in the ward, who was obviously not very happy, and said to Wen Changrong: "Just now you said that this medicine was taken from Brother Qiao's house? You passed by Brother Qiao Do you agree? Don't just pick the lock to enter the house, this is a forced entry into a private house..."

"The room he lives in is the house where we live together in the university. The door lock has never been changed. I have the key, and I haven't broken the door, let alone breaking into the house." Wen Changrong put away the medicine bottle, and signaled Qi Da with his eyes: "Go in and accompany him."

Qi Da was confused: "Why are you living together in college? That old house where Brother Qiao lives..."

"Go in."

……

As night fell, the branches outside the window were shadowy.

Qiao Xing was ordered to stay in the hospital for observation for five days, so he also stayed in the hospital at night. After Lao Zhao and Wen Changze left, he lay on the hospital bed and counted the stars.

He took the medicine given by the nurse at eight o'clock, and it was probably due to the effect of the medicine. He felt light and light, and his nerves, which had been tense for so many days, relaxed, like a tired cat in the afternoon, like sleeping on soft clouds in a trance.

Human beings are amazing, Qiao Xing thought so, they can suppress sadness with synthetic drugs.

When Qiao Xing counted No. 12 stars, the door behind him was pushed open.

The ground light expanded from a slit to a rectangle, and finally retracted to a slit.

Familiar footsteps came from behind him, Qiao Xing turned his head and saw Wen Changrong without any surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Qiao Xing squinted at Wen Changrong.

"Accompany the bed."

"The doctor asked you to accompany me in bed?" Qiao Xing was rather disgusted, "Didn't you tell the doctor that you, a pervert, locked me up for six days?"

"That said, they advised me to show up less, so I stayed outside during the day and didn't go into the ward."

"Then you're quite proud."

"I miss you so much."

"..."

Qiao Xing suspected for a moment that he had heard it wrong, or that he was hallucinating again. He tried his best to open his eyes wide to look at the approaching man vaguely by the moonlight. He had the same expressionless dead face, and the same cold gray pupils of a robot.

Hmm...it's Wen Changrong.

"Mr. Wen Changrong," Qiao Xing said strangely, "According to the general plot routine, you imprisoned me and caused me to have a madness. Now you shouldn't cry bitterly and kneel down and kowtow eighteen times to me. Will you set me free with tears?"

"...And then one day I meet in a sea of ​​people, and reunite with a thousand years of mirrors?"

"..." Qiao Xing had goosebumps all over his body in an instant, rubbing his arms together, "Does the domineering president still have time to watch the romance? It's so disgusting."

"I haven't watched it, but I watched some TV series when I was a child."

"Oh."

"The plots of TV dramas are created to satisfy people's imagination, and the probability of reality happening is one in ten million." Wen Changrong looked at him, "For example, let you go free, and you will never come back in this life ,Is it right?"

"..." Qiao Xing was silent for a while, and then smiled strangely, "It's so smart, I even bought a ticket to go to the moon, let alone meeting a sea of ​​people, even the same blue sky above my head is impossible."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't answer, but walked quickly to the bed next to Qiao Xing, probably still worried about Qiao Xing's stress response to him, the man didn't walk to the bed, but sat on that bed, and Qiao Xing kept a safe distance.

Even though the room was dark, Qiao Xing could still feel the man's gaze on him, not as piercing as usual, and not so deep that it made people breathless.

The effect of the medicine made people feel dizzy. When Qiao Xing was thinking about how to get Wen Changrong out of the room, Wen Changrong spoke softly.

"When you suffered from anxiety three years ago, did you ever think about telling me?"

There was a brief silence in the air.

"..." Qiao Xing didn't answer, just paused for less than a second, then turned around and pointed the back of his head at Wen Changrong, as if he thought the topic was boring.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you for so long."

"..."

"Qiao Xing... In fact, from the very beginning, you are different to me."

"..."

"You are really smart. I have met so many people. You are the smartest. You have endless small ideas, and you have a variety of ways. You have a certain amount of advance and retreat, and you have a good choice. You can teach many things once. In fact, , I always feel that if you have the opportunity, you can do better than too many people."

"..."

"...you keep saying that you are 25 years old, but I never feel that way."

"..."

"On the contrary, I think you have always had a kind of sexiness that no one else has, which no one can replace or imitate, the kind of... charm that comes out of your bones."

Qiao Xing turned around at once: "Wen Changrong, did the "Little Handbook for the Care of Relatives of Patients" also be sent to you today?"

"?"

"It's written in the manual to praise me and encourage me as much as possible, so you praised me and encouraged me on a whim at night?"

"That's not the case." Wen Changrong said, "What I said...are the truth. The reason why I say it now is because I just want to say it."

"? But don't you think it's weird? Does this sound like what you said? I have to wonder if I imagined you now, or have you been pierced by someone's soul?"

"..." Wen Changrong was silent for a while, and raised his eyes to see Qiao Xing's eyes shining brightly under the moonlight in the dark, "It's really not like what I said."

"..."

"But I think there is always someone between us who needs to change." Wen Changrong said, "I asked mine..."

Speaking of this, Wen Changrong paused, shook his head slightly, only looked at Qiao Xing and said, "Qiao Xing, I will accompany you to heal your illness, and then we will start again, okay?"

"..."

"I will do my duty as a husband, and I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Xing's eyes were raised slightly, the corners of his mouth were raised abnormally, and he looked at Wen Changrong with a strange look: "Have you taken your medicine today?"

"What medicine?"

"Medicine for bipolar disorder." Qiao Xing said, "The doctor should have noticed that you were in a bad mood when you sent me here, right?"

"……ate."

"Then come here and come to my bed."

"...?" Wen Changrong was a little confused, so he hesitated for a while, then got up and walked over.

Qiao Xing sat up on the bed, facing Wen Changrong directly: "Bend down, lean down."

Wen Changrong did as he said, seeing Qiao Xing's face getting closer and closer, he thought he was going to kiss him.

But Qiao Xing clasped his arm firmly, and then bit him hard on the shoulder.

Qiao Xing tried his best with this mouthful. In the dark, his eyes were red, and the muscles of his body were bulging. He could feel the rupture of his flesh and flesh at the tip of his teeth, and the warm rust smell permeated his mouth.

Wen Changrong was caught off guard and snorted in pain, his palms gripped the bedside railing tightly to support himself.

"I really hate you to death, I hate you to death, I hate you to death!" Qiao Xing read like a curse, "Speaking so lightly! It's not you who have had a hot face and a cold ass for so many years, you were called a fox. You are not the one who relied on bed skills to marry into a wealthy family..."

"Who the hell are you trying to impress by starting over in the middle of the night? Ghost?!" Qiao Xing said, "Fuck you, it's so affectionate. Why don't you give me ten handsome guys with big faces and let them give me one by one. I do what a husband should do, and I am so happy..."