There was a thick gauze wrapped around the door of his head, and the bruises were still there, but some things were gone.

At the last second when the glass shard slashed down on my wrist, someone slammed the door open, and Luo Ange's panicked face appeared in front of me.

He shouted something, and the hot liquid fell on my face, not my blood, but Luo Ange's tears. I didn't expect someone like him to cry, how could a villain like him cry.

I raised my hand to wipe his tears, but the thought of the filthy scene I had experienced made me hang my hand again.

"Luo Ange ......"

He grabbed my hand with red eyes and wrote in the palm of my hand, repeating and repeating.

He wrote in the palm of my hand: You're all right.

I don't know if it was the stimulation that caused one of my nerves to go wrong, but I still couldn't hear the sound, but I was able to speak, although I could only speak three words.

There was some joy on Luo Ange's face, especially when I called his name over and over again, and he finally laughed.

He said that I was fine, which meant that Xiao Kun and the obscene uncle didn't treat me badly, but I half-believed it, the worst thing in the world would happen to me, and I would be pooped on my head by birds when I walked on the road, did I really survive this time?

He helped me back to my room, sat me on the couch, and then he poured me a glass of water.

The fourth sister-in-law pushed the door in, put the thermos box on the coffee table, and looked at me with red circles.

Luo Ange opened the insulated box, it was fragrant rice noodles across the bridge, and at that moment I suddenly remembered the hairy and disgusting thing on Xiao Kun's chest in the last picture, remembered his erotic eyes, and remembered that I was almost naked......

Without warning, I threw up violently on the edge of the couch, but I couldn't actually vomit anything, but I just wanted to throw up.

Luo Ange patted me on the back in fright, and he didn't even notice the hot chicken soup splashing on his arm.

The diagnosis given by the doctor was: I have a psychological illness and need to be recuperated slowly.

Luo Ange went out with the doctor, and I rushed into the bathroom, just thinking of the dirty hands of those two men that had lingered on me, as long as I thought of those pictures, I wanted to die.

I could only turn on the faucet and wash my body desperately, trying to wash away those traces, trying to wash my dirty self white.

I ripped the gauze off my head, and the wound was bleeding from the wound after scrubbing too hard, and the water on the floor quickly turned pink.

At first, I was still washing in a hospital gown, but then I thought that this washing was not thorough, so I simply took off my clothes and grabbed the shower and rushed to my body desperately.

I smeared all the shampoo and shower gel in the bathroom, drowning in white foam, I still felt dirty, and I really wanted to change my clean fur for myself.

I squeezed out all the toothpaste and rubbed it on my body, and my skin was wrinkled, but I still felt dirty.

Luo Ange suddenly rushed in, he was frightened, and there was distress in his eyes when he looked at me.

I hate his kind of care, it makes me feel like a dirtier person than the lady sitting on the stage, and makes me feel that living in this world is superfluous.

He snatched the shower and slammed it on the ground, then pulled the towel around me.

He was actually trembling, trembling and carrying me out, and the bath towel was quickly dyed red.

The doctor rushed over to treat my wound and said something with a frown.

Luo Ange glanced at me and said something, and the doctor nodded and sighed and went out.

The fourth sister-in-law quickly sent the clothes, Luo Ange climbed into bed, I looked at him vigilantly, shrank into the corner, and couldn't say a word.

Eventually, he wrapped me in the quilt and put his hands under the quilt to help me change my clothes. The moment his hand touched my skin, the terrible memories came back to me, and I pushed him away again, lying on the edge of the bed and vomiting.

In the first few days, I still had the strength to make a fuss, vomit and cry, but then I didn't even have the strength to blink, so I stared and lay on the bed to stand up.

Luo Ange has been with me in the hospital, and I'm not sure if I want to see him, I'm not sure how I feel about him now, and when my energy is seriously overdrawn, I'm not even sure who I am.

I don't eat, drink, cry, make trouble, or commit suicide, Luo Ange didn't dare to use force, so he asked the doctor to hang the nutrient solution for me.

The fourth sister-in-law brought food every day, but I just didn't eat it, and it was useless for anyone to write to me, so I was on a hunger strike.

A week later, I was delirious and the nutrient solution didn't do anything for me, so the doctor shook his head helplessly and withdrew my needle.

Luo Ange pushed the doctor away, he pointed at me and yelled at others, and the doctor just shook his head.

I succeeded in angering Luo Ange in such a quiet way, he kicked everyone out, and then walked to the bedside with a bowl of chicken soup in his hand.

He opened my mouth, poured chicken broth in, and pinched my mouth to keep me from spitting out.

I coughed violently and swallowed some of it.

But the stomach has been empty for a long time, and I can't stand it if I suddenly pour greasy stuff into it.

I lay on the edge of the bed, clutched at my throat, and threw up.

Luo Ange was not soft-hearted at all, I vomited chicken soup, and he poured me fish soup, Chinese medicine, bird's nest, and glucose.

But he didn't get his wish, I vomited it all, I didn't need to reach out to my mouth at all, I opened my mouth and vomited, and in the end half of what I spit out was blood.

He didn't give up, and although he no longer forced me, he took a more drastic approach.

He picked up a bowl of soup, took a sip of it himself, then leaned over and pinched my chin and fed me mouth-to-mouth.

I struggled with the last of my strength to push him away, but he was so pressed against me that I couldn't move, and my lips were bitten by him, and I finally resigned myself to my fate.

But I also have my own way, just when the fourth sister-in-law showed a victorious smile on her face, just when Luo Ange relaxed her vigilance, I lay by the window and vomited in the dark.

He finally couldn't move, kneeling on the edge of the bed panting and holding my face, I still didn't move, he lay his face on top of me, and didn't get up for a long time.

I stared at the ceiling and thought to myself, this life is so long, I can't finish it.

After a long time, he got up and wrote a note to me: Yi Yanshan, is this how you torture me, you win, you win.

The doctor gave me a needle and water, and I stared at it all blankly, as if I were reading a story that had nothing to do with me.

Luo Ange wrote me another note: Don't think that I will let you go if you practice yourself, do you want to go on a hunger strike? Don't worry, I have a way to get your mouth open.

I didn't look at him, he snorted angrily and pulled my face, looked at me with a cold face, and after a few seconds, he recovered the unsmiling Luo Gongzi, and then he went out.

I didn't take his words to heart until about nine o'clock in the evening, when a large number of people suddenly poured into the ward, and they gathered around me.

I thought it was Luo Ange's bodyguard, but after a few seconds I recognized that it was the doctor and nurse who had been in charge of treating me, as well as the vice president and director, who we had met once the day I woke up.

I had a bad premonition and looked at my attending doctor, who took out his medical record book, scribbled it and handed it to me.

My back tingled, and I sat up and fell to the ground from dizziness.

The vice president helped me up, and I crumpled the paper into a ball and slammed it on the ground, so angry that I couldn't speak.

Luo Ange, you only have this ability, do you have a way to make me speak, is to threaten me with these people's jobs and families?

Luo Ange didn't come that night, and the doctors, nurses, and nurses all changed a group of people, even the aunt who cleaned up.

No one spoke to me for days, and I wrote a note to show them, and they didn't seem to see it, and they went out after doing their own thing.

I went out of the ward and found that the head nurse had also changed, and the nurses I knew were gone, all with new faces.

Everyone subconsciously avoided me when they saw me, as if I was a plague or a virus.

The doctors and nurses came to check on me regularly, but after they left, I rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower, then turned on the heat to the fullest, and waited until I was sweating, and then went to take a cold shower.

After repeating this several times, I finally managed to catch a severe cold, and soon I successfully met Luo Ange.

At that time, I had just drunk a small half bowl of chicken soup and a small half cup of orange juice from my fourth sister-in-law, and the nurse was drawing blood for me when he came in.

I pretended not to see him, got out of bed from the balcony and walked to the balcony, looking at the phoenix flowers outside in a daze.

I felt dizzy, all the blood gathered on the top of my head, I staggered to the window, and counted in my heart, one, two, three.

When I had finished counting, I collapsed in my familiar embrace, and I looked at him half-squinting, and then fainted.

He carried me and put me on the bed, and he seemed to keep ringing the bell, but it was a few minutes before a nurse came in in panic.

She seemed to be very afraid of Luo Ange, and said something from afar.

The moment he raised his hand, the beautiful rainbow glass shattered on the ground, and the little nurse ran out in fright, probably to call the doctor.

Luo Ange wrapped me in the quilt and pressed my shoulders, as if he wanted to plant me on the bed like a tree, and when he pressed my forehead against my forehead, I resisted the urge to push him away.

He walked out, and soon I saw a lot of doctors running after him from the other side of the hallway.

Luo Gongzi was angry, and probably anyone was afraid.

I slowly got out of bed, put on my shoes haphazardly, grabbed a coat and went out, I was the only one in the elevator, I changed my clothes, and slowly squatted down with my shoulders hugged.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Long Jue and Zhou Yang who entered the lobby from the outside, and there were two men next to them.

I hid behind the screen and waited for them to get in the elevator before coming out, but I didn't know where to go. The world is so big, but there is no place for me, no harbor for me to dock into.

I don't have an ID and can't buy a ticket, so I have to take a taxi to the passenger station.

When I bought my ticket and ate rice noodles at the snack bar next door, I easily aroused the sympathy of the proprietress who sold me her mobile phone.

I sent a text message to Li Wanqiu, telling her the time and train number of my arrival in Cannes, and asking her to pick me up as soon as possible.