485: Dispel his desire to die Qiu Tong knew that she was finished, knowing that she was being dragged by Qiu Cicada, she did not cry and beg her master, but broke free from the guard's grip and pounced on Qiu Cicada: "I am affected by you, you should die, you deserve to die!" She tore Qiu Cicada's hair and scratched Qiu Cicada's face, as if the hatred in her eyes could overflow.

Gong Che walked to the bookcase, picked up the portrait ruined by ink, his eyes revealed deep pain, his thin lips were pursed, and he slammed his palm on the bookcase, and there was a loud bang, the bookcase was torn apart, and it collapsed: "Chop it up and feed it to the dog!" His eyes were as cold as cold lightning, shooting at the two torn figures at the door, and he said angrily.

Quiet, for a moment, there was silence all around.

No matter which one it is, I have never seen my master so angry and ruthless.

It is conceivable that the behavior of Qiu Cicada and Qiu Tong definitely touched the master's bottom line, otherwise, the master would not be angry to the extreme, revealing such a cold and bloodthirsty side.

Qiu Tong's face was like ashes, and he was completely stunned.

Qiu Cicada's hair was messy, the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, and the scratches on her face had blood beads rolling down from time to time, she didn't expect her master to give such an order.

They were executed, chopped up and fed to the dogs.

Is that the master? is it the master who has been by her side for many years?

His eyes were cold, bursting out with terrifying light, staring at her fixedly, coldly!

Who is the woman in the painting? She is so important to the master, that the master is ...... because of a portrait gave such a cruel order to punish her......

"If you don't put it off yet, what are you waiting for?"

Gong Che's face was gloomy, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and his voice was like an ice pick piercing into the marrow of a person's bones.

The two guards were startled, did not dare to hesitate any longer, and one of them set up one and disappeared in an instant.

In the Huiren Medical Center, a ward that can accommodate four patients, Yun Qingwu pursed her lips slightly, listening to the cry of the woman who came to see her son before, and wrinkling her eyebrows to look at the boy named Song Quan who was lying on the bed without saying a word.

"Divine doctor, what my son has eaten and vomited these days, no matter what I say, he just won't say a word, divine doctor, I beg you, you can show him again!"

The woman wiped her tears with her sleeve, and her sallow face was full of grief.

"He doesn't want to live. From Yan Feng's mouth, Yun Qingwu already knew that the boy's injuries were recovering well, but his complexion was still not good, even if he opened his eyes, there was only death and silence in it, and there was no desire to survive.

"Quan'er, why don't you want to live? Mother is just such a son as you, if you go, let your mother explain to your dead father, Quan'er ......" The woman threw herself on her son's sick bed and cried sadly: "My mother has said, let's not live with the one who killed a thousand knives, let's live by ourselves, Quan'er, in the future, we will live with our mother, my mother will do what she says, you don't think about death anymore, okay?"

Yun Qingwu sat on the chair next to the bed at this time, and looked at the boy lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and she said: "Song Quan, do you still recognize me? My surname is Yun, my name is light and crazy, that day I diagnosed you with a disease, and I had a lot of words with him that day, do you remember?" She understands psychology, and she also knows that the boy is bent on death, which is a mental illness, the problem is that she does not have much spare time to enlighten him and help him heal this spiritual wound. read_middle();

In fact, she can also use hypnotism to make him forget everything before, but to put it bluntly, it is an escape, and it does not solve the problem at all.

With the light in his eyes, Yun Qingwu sighed in his heart, and decided to continue to use stimulation methods to let the boy named Song Quan face his own experience, and then be reborn from the fire and completely cheer up.

"Your biological father was loyal to the country, and finally died on the battlefield with flesh and blood, your adoptive father is not even as good as a beast, he is compared with your biological father, one is heaven and the other is earth, as your father's son, you do not live well for your father, but because that beast gave up his life and ignored your mother. Song Quan, I look down on you like this! How old is your mother? She seems to be in her early thirties, but do you have a good look at her? Where does she look like she is in her early thirties? If you want me to say, your mother looks older than a woman in her fifties, do you know why?"

"She's tired to be like this in order to feed you, so that you can live. Yes, what happened to you is very miserable, but you are still alive, aren't you? You are still connected by blood, and you care about your own mother, isn't it? This is hope, that is, the hope you born, you have to live, and you have to live well, so that you have the opportunity to see what will happen to your adoptive father, who is not even as good as a beast, so that your father and mother will give birth to you in vain. ”

"Your mother's hands and feet are very badly frostbitten, she has been malnourished for a long time like you, and she still has sickness, but she has not fallen, she has been guarding your bed day and night for the past few days, taking care of you with all her might, for fear that you will have a good one, Song Quan, such a mother, can't you let you live for her, can't you regain the courage to live?"

Song Quan's eyes moved slightly, Yun Qingwu saw this, sighed, and said: "There are only two days left before the end of the free clinic, if you are still so half-dead, when the free clinic is over, your mother is reluctant to let you leave the hospital, to continue to treat you here, it will take a lot of money, at that time, what will your mother do, have you ever thought about it? And I want to put it bluntly, in terms of your mother's physical condition, how much silver can she sell herself? One tael of silver, or half a tael of silver, Song Quan, even if your mother can sell herself for one or two silver, but with her body, I am afraid that she will die of labor in the master's house in a few days. ”

"So, do you have the face to go to that world to meet your father?"

Yun Qingwu's cold voice suddenly increased, and Song's whole body trembled, and his stunned eyes slowly moved, and he glanced at the woman.

The hair is gray, the face is sallow, the body is thin, the jacket is tattered, this is his mother, the mother who gave birth to him, she is in her early thirties, but she looks like she is in her fifties......

Tears rolled down, and he wept silently.

"Quan'er ......" saw the tears in her son's eyes, and saw her son crying silently, and the woman choked out.

Hearing the sound, Song Quan's shoulders shrugged, the tears in his eyes became more and more unstoppable, and slowly, a suppressed cry came out of his mouth, he buried his head on the soft pillow, raised his hand and patted his head.