When I arrived at school the next day, Zeng Jingheng's dark circles were even deeper than the day before.

The whole person looks like he has overdosed on drugs.

"Ah Heng, are you really okay? How do I think you're worse than yesterday. Luo Ji finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked.

"It's okay, it's just ......" Zeng Jingheng hesitated for a moment, and finally just said, "I'm not feeling well." ”

"Oh...... What's wrong, should I go to the doctor? I don't think you're right, but don't hold on. Luo Ji really cares about Zeng Jingheng, seeing that he is in such a depressed state, he had better go to the doctor.

"Well...... Let's take a look. Zeng Jingheng sighed absentmindedly, pressed his hand to his stomach again, and at the same time touched his back with his other hand.

Doctor?

Maybe it's a choice, but deep down in his heart, he feels that these abnormalities in his body may not even know what the doctor is about.

The morning class went on as scheduled, and after two math lessons, it was the old English class.

This time, Zeng Jingheng did not sleep.

Because he didn't dare to sleep anymore.

He was really afraid that he would suddenly scream hysterically in class.

barely survived two lengthy English classes, and the middle-aged old class once again began to speak seriously:

"Students, it's been less than two months before the college entrance examination, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness, you must not delay your future because of some trivial things, and at the same time, you must find a good goal, then you will be motivated, think more about what school you plan to go to, and work hard for it......"

I talked about it for a long time.

It wasn't until Zeng Jingheng couldn't help but yawn twice that she left the classroom with some unhappiness.

"Speaking of which, what school are you going to go to?" Luo Ji probably had some understanding after listening to the words of the old class, and suddenly asked.

"I don't know, whatever, depending on luck." Zeng Jingheng still looked lifeless, how could he have the time to consider what school to go to now.

He just wanted to know what the hell had happened to his body.

"I didn't think about what I was going to take, but I thought about one thing, I must form a band in college, how about it, do you want to join us? When the time comes, you will be the guitarist, and I will be the lead singer. As soon as Luo Ji said this, his eyebrows immediately danced.

Zeng Jingheng knew that he had always wanted to form a band, so he cooperated, smiled reluctantly and said, "Okay, but I want to be the lead singer, can you listen to your voice?" ”

"Why can't I hear my voice? When the time comes, there will be absolutely crazy thousands of students. Luo Ji snorted unconvinced.

Zeng Jingheng also smiled.

He finally had a moment of relapse, forgetting some of the terrible nightmares and pains.

After that, he forced a few more classes, during which he asked the mouse if there was any latest news about the murder in the east of the city, and he did not get any useful information.

On the contrary, the rat was a little surprised why Zeng Jingheng cared so much about this matter, and joked that you were not scared to pee yesterday, why do you want to practice your guts?

In this regard, Zeng Jingheng just replied a few words perfunctorily.

By the time of the second class in the afternoon, Zeng Jingheng finally couldn't hold on anymore, and he was in turmoil.

I don't want to stay in this classroom for a moment.

So he went to ask Lao Ban for sick leave.

Although the old class is usually a little mean, and he doesn't look down on Zeng Jingheng, he didn't embarrass him this time.

probably saw that Zeng Jingheng's face was pale, and it was indeed not very good, so he approved the fake note.

got the fake note, Zeng Jingheng prepared to leave non-stop.

"Where are you going?" Luo Ji watched him pack up his things and asked.

"Go to the doctor." Zeng Jingheng thought about it and said that he did plan to go to the doctor, although basically he was not hopeful.

"You can't do it alone, do you want me to go with you?" Luo Ji frowned, feeling that Zeng Jingheng was really not in a good state, and said.

"No, it's fine." Zeng Jingheng shook his head and refused.

He really didn't want people to know about his pain and anxiety right now.

Although his pain and anxiety were already on the surface.

Although Luo Ji may be his best friend.

Carrying a schoolbag out of the school gate, Zeng Jingheng took a taxi and went straight to the Municipal People's Hospital.

In the afternoon hospital, there were not many people, and Zeng Jingheng saw the doctor not long after he registered.

In fact, when he registered, he didn't know what department he should hang up, and finally after thinking about it again, he still hung up the gastroenterology department.

The doctor was a thin middle-aged man, and he didn't talk much, but asked Zeng Jingheng to describe his situation in general first.

So Zeng Jingheng started with the glass of Coke he drank in the Internet café that afternoon, and talked about his painful life in the past two days.

Nightmares, pain, and fear.

Maybe people are really creatures who need to talk to each other, and when Zeng Jingheng finished speaking, he felt that he had been vented.

The huge shadow that weighed heavily on his heart actually dissipated halfway.

"Tsk...... You're saying that after you drank a Coke at an internet café and you don't know who put it down, you became like this? The middle-aged doctor carefully observed Zeng Jingheng's complexion and frowned slightly, "You lift your clothes, and I'll take a look at the specific situation." ”

Zeng Jingheng took off his shirt as he did.

The middle-aged doctor looked at his stomach and back, knocked it, and asked again, but it seemed that he couldn't do anything, and finally just said: "You go for a blood test first, take a CT, I think...... There shouldn't be any problem, but even if there is, it could be ......."

He looked at Zeng Jingheng's heavy dark circles and pale complexion again, probably thinking that Zeng Jingheng might have a bad kidney.

Zeng Jingheng resisted the doctor's strange gaze, went to take a blood test and a CT photo, and waited for an hour to get the test sheet and film.

He came to the department again.

"Tsk......" The middle-aged doctor looked at the test sheet for a while, and then looked at the film carefully, and said, "There is really no problem, you ...... That's good. ”

"But ......" Zeng Jingheng heard this answer, and his heart sank again.

Really...... Is this the answer?

"I think you may be too tired, or too stressed, don't think too much, your body is fine, but if you still can't rest assured, I think, you don't have to ......" The middle-aged doctor stopped again.

He should have wanted Zeng Jingheng to go to the psychiatric department to have a look.

"Thank you." Zeng Jingheng felt that it would be useless to stay any longer, so he thanked him and began to walk out.

Walking outside the hospital, the sky had already darkened.

It looks like there will be a heavy rainstorm.

Zeng Jingheng thought expressionlessly and walked into the dark sky.

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In fact, life is so long, but I only have a few three years.