Yan Qingfeng stood by the door and asked him, "Shall you go to the hospital?" ”

Fu Tingyuan frowned lightly with a pale face and nodded, but did not speak.

I went to my hospital for an examination, and the results showed that everything was normal, and I couldn't find anything wrong, so I could only prescribe a little painkiller.

Faced with this result, Yan Qingfeng and Fu Tingyuan didn't seem to be very surprised.

"Are you better?"

Yan Qingfeng went to pour a cup of hot water and came back and handed it to Fu Tingyuan.

In the heat, his face was bloodless pale. It is like a piece of cold jade without temperature, with a blue and white cold color.

Fu Tingyuan held the hot water and leaned on the sofa in the hospital lounge, his body was actually still aching, but he still nodded slightly.

Yan Qingfeng stood aside, looked down at his face, then turned his head and walked to the window, sighing softly.

Bai Xuesheng's case is over, much faster than he imagined, Fu Tingyuan found a psychiatrist to identify Bai Xuesheng's mental illness, this is not very difficult, after all, Bai Xuesheng had psychiatric certificates in many hospitals, and she also found tablets for the treatment of schizophrenia in her home.

Soon, she will be released from the Royal Psychiatric Hospital by Fu Tingyuan on bail and secretly sent to the long-prepared psychiatric hospital in Africa for the rest of her life.

This is what Fu Tingyuan has been preparing for so long.

And now, the results have finally come out, the case is a foregone conclusion, and for Fu Tingyuan, everything has fallen back to its roots.

It's just that he also knows that this matter is far from the time when it is really over.

Luo Nanchu died in front of him again, more terrible than the shadow left on him three years ago, three years ago in that situation, Luo Nanchu's death made Fu Tingyuan crazy, and three years later, after he finally embraced happiness, he watched her fall off the cliff.

What should he do?

Yan Qingfeng has been worried and troubled about this problem for the past two months.

He looked at his brother's pale face, his eyebrows were furrowed, he lit a cigarette butt, and slowly considered it and said, "You don't have anything to do next, do you want to go back to the company to help me share it?" ”

Maybe giving him something to do will make him feel better.

Work can paralyze the nerves, and this pain that does not exist all the time can only be relieved by busyness.

Fu Tingyuan leaned back on the sofa, the warm water in his hand was still slowly wafting hazy water vapor, making his voice a little blurred: "I want to take a break next." ”

Yan Qingfeng didn't hear clearly at first, and was stunned for a moment, before reacting. He nodded, walked over and patted Fu Tingyuan's shoulder, hesitated for a moment before saying, "I know you're in pain." Don't do anything stupid, Tingyuan. ”

He was silent.

With his eyes closed, the winter sun shone on his snow-white face, making him look like a statue made of ice that was about to melt.

In the winter when spring was coming, his younger brother looked like he was about to lose his grip in this cold winter, and he became more and more silent and tired.

Yan Qingfeng's fingers moved slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to grab his hand, he wanted to say to him You still have us, everyone needs you very much, you have to get better, but he felt that these words were too selfish in front of him.

Not knowing what to do, he fell silent for a while.