"I'm sorry, thank you."

Eryun smiled with relief, but as if Erfan himself was smiling at herself, she jerked free of Erfan's grip on her.

Erfan hurriedly wanted to catch her again, but unfortunately it was too late, Erfan, who was almost about to jump down together, was suddenly pulled by someone, and when he looked back, it was the third uncle and aunt who were burnt!

"Huh!" Awakened from such a dream again, her face was pale, trembling and in a cold sweat, she curled up in a corner of the bed, looking warily at the surroundings of no one.

Whether in her sleep or conscious, her brain kept appearing memories related to the third uncle and the scene of Er Yun jumping off the building, at this moment she was clutching her hair in pain, her eyes were tightly closed, and the intermittent sobbing turned into a continuous low cry.

Outside the room, Wen Shuyu and Wen Erma were anxiously urging the master of the lock company to pry open Erfan's door as soon as possible, she hadn't been out of the room for three whole days, and she didn't answer the phone on her phone, how could she do it without eating or drinking?!

"Bang" The door was pushed open and collided violently with the wall, Wen Shuyu rushed into the room and looked around, the windows were locked, revealing a faint smell of damp and mildew, and there was a quilt in the corner of the bed tightly wrapped around his little niece who was very worried.

He walked up to Erfan and leaned down to look at her, and her eyes were still closed as if she was asleep, and Erma whispered beside her, "Are you asleep?" Do you want to wake her up? ”

He didn't say a word, stretched out his hand and gently ripped open the quilt wrapped around her, suddenly a small amount of dark liquid oozed out, his heart was suddenly stunned, and he directly lifted the quilt hard, and what caught his eye was a large pool of blood on the sheets like red flowers blooming, and Erfan's left wrist was three or four irregular blood marks, Erma was so frightened that he covered his mouth, Wen Shuyu exclaimed, "miserable" and immediately picked up Erfan and rushed out, Erma covered her mouth in horror and stood in place, not reacting.

Wen Shuyu turned around and shouted at Erma: "Go and ask someone to drive us to the hospital!" Come on! ”

That's when Ruma came back to her senses and knew what she needed to do.

PTSD, which is the diagnosis given by the doctor.

The patient has a clear brain repetition of the traumatic event, is slow to respond to environmental stimuli, is easily awakened by fright, has more nightmares, and has suicidal tendencies, and the condition is very serious and requires hospitalization.

The headlines of the sixth lady of the Nanwen family jumping off the building and committing suicide were scrolling on the public television set in the hospital, Wen Shuyu was slumped on the chair at the door of the ward, his brows were furrowed, his temples tingling his nerves, all this happened too suddenly, without a trace of defense, as if he had fallen under someone's poisonous curse.

Erma walked over to Wen Shuyu and sat down with a stack of sheets, she looked at Wen Shuyu, who was frowning and exhausted, stood up again, walked to the vending machine, bought two cups of iced coffee, and handed him one.

"Thank you!" Wen Shuyu took a sip, and he finally felt alive.

"Uncle Thirteen, Erfan's admission procedures have been completed, Erfan has been arranged to live in the International Medical Center (IMC), which is very safe, I just don't know if she will not be used to it......" Erma lowered her head and said with some sorrow, I didn't expect everyone to come to this point, I seemed to be an outsider, I didn't help anything, and I felt a little self-blame in my heart.

Wen Shuyu sighed heavily, the heavens were entrusted to the Si people, but he overestimated his ability, he said with some frustration: "I feel very ashamed, I got the position of the patriarch, but I didn't protect my family, the first time I feel so useless." ”

"It's not like that, you've worked hard, it's because we're all too young and protected too well to have enough experience to fight against the Dongbai family, but I'm sure everything will be fine!" Erma tried to encourage the frustrated Wen Shuyu, but at the same time, she also told herself that she had always been well protected, involved in everything, without any responsibility, and she was the one who really felt ashamed.

Thinking of Er Yun, Wen Shuyu's eyes were a little red, the funeral had not yet been held, Er Fan was sick again now, it seemed that it was better to deal with it in a low-key manner, he turned on his mobile phone and looked at the stock market of the group, the impact was not too big, but if Er Fan's illness was known to the outside world, the impact would definitely be doubled, after all, she was not only the second-in-command in the family, but nominally she was still the fiancée of the son of the Dongbai family.

He had to find a way to hide this from outsiders, including Wen Erya.