Qi Ran's words made the atmosphere in the office freeze for a moment, and Qin Zheng and Zhao Tingrui didn't know what to say for a while.

Without waiting for them to say more, Qi Ran had already stood up, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I can't do anything to kill my father." ”

With that, he turned to leave.

When he walked to the door, he paused, his eyebrows tightened, and he closed his eyes.

Even though it was daytime, the hallway was lit up.

The light and sunlight were mixed together, and they were white, making him dizzy for a while.

Qi Ran rubbed his temples, his body shook, and he fell down like that!

……

The night was getting darker, there was no light in the ward, Mu Tang sat on the hospital bed, tilting his head and looking at the moon outside the window expressionlessly.

The moonlight was cold, like her mood at the moment.

The corners of Mu Tang's lips pursed slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by ice cubes, not up or down, and he was suffocated by the pain.

It's almost ten o'clock, where did Qi Ran go, and did he really not come to see her?

She never figured out what he was angry about.

She didn't know that Qi Ran was in the ward next to her at the moment.

When Zhao Tingrui pushed the door into the ward, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa in the small living room playing with her mobile phone.

The woman looks to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle temperament.

With long hair supple draped behind him, he was wearing a light apricot-colored trench coat, leaning on the sofa with a very casual look.

"Belle, how is he?"

Zhao Tingrui walked towards the inner ward as he spoke.

The woman he called Belle looked up at him, got up and walked into the room, and looked at the bed, "Didn't you see it, asleep." ”

Zhao Tingrui turned his head to look at her, "I know." I mean, what he dreams ......"

Belle shrugged, "It's not a big deal. Oh, perhaps, I should have congratulated him. ”

Zhao Tingrui frowned, "Congratulations to him?" ”

Belle slipped her phone into the pocket of her trench coat, "I talked to him, and he was just a little irritated. I don't think that's a bad thing for him. His condition has not flare-up for so many years, it's not that he wants to open it, it's just that he has been suppressing himself. Sometimes it is suppressed for too long, and it will always explode at a critical point, and it will only then really hurt others and hurt oneself. So, I think he has a chance to vent his emotions now, and it's better than being suppressed all the time, not to mention ......"

When she said this, she paused for a moment and lowered her eyes to look at Qi Ran, who seemed to be sleeping deeply.

After looking at him for a while, she suddenly hooked her lips, and her voice softened a little, "Actually, I think he may have found someone who can redeem him." Perhaps, that person can take him out of that nightmare. In the future, even if he remembers that past, he will no longer be afraid and will not be hurt again. That's certainly a good thing for him. ”

Speaking of this, she raised her eyebrows again, and her tone was lower, "But there are two sides to everything, that person may be a salvation, but it can also be a time bomb." It can save him from the nightmare, but it may also make him fall deeper. The result is up to his own creation. ”

The more Zhao Tingrui listened, the more dazed he became, is it so mysterious, look at creation!

Is this what a psychiatrist should say?

He was silent for a few seconds, but couldn't help but ask, "Then who is this person?" ”

Belle glared at him with disdain, "Are you his brother or am I his brother?" ”

Zhao Tingrui was embarrassed, "I'm his brother, but you're his psychiatrist." He won't tell me anything, but he will tell you. ”