Song Yao's movements in his hands finally stopped, and he hurriedly stood up and ran towards the protective fence. Looking at the mobile phone that had slipped from the flood control levee into the water and was still on, in full view of everyone, he jumped over the protective fence without hesitation. Although several people behind him were frightened, they all took the opportunity to run away.

Song Yao walked down the inclined embankment slowly, and the moment he picked up the phone, he grinned and tears burst into tears.

Chen Yue still didn't reply to his message, he knew that she must still be sleeping, but he still couldn't stop his heartache.

Heartache can cause a lot of ripple effects, especially for a person with mental illness, such as visual and auditory hallucinations.

In the end, he took the initiative to go down the river, because in the middle of the river, there were Chen Yue, grandfather, father, and grandmother...... Everyone gathered together and laughed and told him to hurry up.

Chen Yue, "Song Yao, hello ink! It's too slow! ”

Grandpa, "Xiao Yao, hurry up, the food is cold!" ”

Dad, "Son, there is your favorite sweet and sour fish today~"

Grandma, "Good grandson, come over and let grandma hug you~"

All right...... Wait a minute...... I'll be over right away.

Of course, these are all unknown to Ye Qingming and the others, they only know that Song Yao was dragged with injuries and almost drowned, but fortunately he was rescued by passers-by.

"When we got the call, he had already been taken to the hospital, had surgery, had his injuries treated, and was sent back to the ward and still hasn't woken up."

"Oh......" After hearing Ye Qingming's words, Chen Yue suddenly lost her physical strength, insufficient cerebral blood supply, and her legs fell down weakly.

It's been three days, and Song Yao still doesn't seem to have any intention of waking up.

Chen Yue quietly stood by his side, watching a person who was usually ruffian and vigorous, lying motionless on the hospital bed, hanging water and injecting oxygen...... It's so bad that I'm not even in the mood to fight the king.

"Hypothalamic hormone secretion disorder......" Ye Qingming suddenly walked behind Chen Yue, holding the report card in his hand.

Chen Yue turned around and asked, "Then when will he wake up?!" ”

"I'm talking about you." Ye Qingming handed the report sheet in his hand to Chen Yue, and suddenly said earnestly, "Maybe it's a wrong decision for you to save Song Yao." ”

Chen Yue was stunned when she heard this, and took the report with some trepidation.

"Are you deliberately hiding it, or do you not know that you are insane?" Ye Qingming looked at her blank and somewhat frightened face, and asked calmly.

Chen Yue buried her head, lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and did not answer.

"I don't know what happened between you, but if Song Yao knew that he had stressed you so much and even forced you into depression, I think it would be more harmful than beneficial to his illness."

In other words, he's not awake yet, and maybe part of it is that you're contributing. He should wake up today, and I hope you'll be ready to explain the report you have in your hand. ”

Chen Yue recognized every word on the report, especially the four words of moderate depression, and even though the prefix was "Suspicious", she also felt glaring.

Her slender fingers unconsciously picked at the report, as if she wanted to deduct these four words, but she couldn't use her hand to pull it off.

"Doctor Ye, I may really not be of much help to Song Yao." Chen Yue suddenly chuckled weakly.

"I'm afraid he'll get hurt, he'll be scared I'll get hurt, and we'll hide our pain because the other person is distressed. I don't think I'm going to be able to get him to open up. ”

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