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Sheng Yixing nodded slightly, with a gloomy and terrifying expression, and eyes that seemed to swallow people into his belly. The sound of breathing could be clearly heard in the entire space.
"This is my patient."
Su Linyun had sweat dripping from his forehead because he was running over, and his voice was inexplicably persistent.
"It's not your turn to dictate who I want to take away."
"Ah."
Su Linyun couldn't help but sneered, his warm eyes filled with disgust and disdain.
¡°As a doctor, I don¡¯t allow my patients to have any accidents.¡±
Hearing this, the veins on Sheng Yixing's forehead bulged, his face became more and more ugly, and his dark pupils gave off a cold chill under the white fluorescent lamp.
"Mind your own business first, be careful you can't even be a doctor."
Su Linyun did not back down at all. He took a step forward and said in a firm and powerful voice, "I didn't know that Mr. Sheng was powerful enough to make me lose my job."
"You go and stop the bleeding, and I'll get the infusion bottle again."
Blood has stained half of Lin Qingshuang's hands red. The nurses stood at the door and did not dare to come forward. At this time, they came over tremblingly in a hurry.
Seeing Su Linyun leave, sparks were flying around Sheng Yixing, as if everything around him would be burned out in the next second.
"Um."
Lin Qingshuang's eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings trembled slightly on the hospital bed. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar white ceiling.
Memories from before he fell into coma slowly flooded into his mind. He turned around and saw Sheng Yixing, who was full of rage, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"When you wake up, go back with me."
Lin Qingshuang slowly raised her indifferent eyes, like a cold robot without emotion, and her cold voice had no emotion at all, "I have done what I promised you, do you want Mr. Sheng to break his promise?"
"Lin Qingshuang, don't challenge my endurance."
"hehe."
As if she heard a huge joke, Lin Qingshuang laughed forward and backward, her voice was sharp, and her beautiful face was a little ferocious.
"This is not the first time I challenge you. Why do you need so much nonsense if you don't want to fight?"
Every word was like a fine needle piercing Sheng Yixing's heart. His black pupils were stained with a layer of frost. His big hands clenched tightly involuntarily, and he stepped forward faster to grab Lin Qingshuang's collar.
"Lin Qingshuang, you are great."
Lin Qingshuang suddenly became quiet. Her beautiful pupils were empty but filled with overwhelming hatred. She closed her eyes slightly and replied softly, "Aren't you going to hit me? Let me hit you."
When he touched the hatred in her pupils, Sheng Yixing's heart suddenly throbbed for some reason, and he loosened his grip on her collar slightly.
In just a moment, his hand accurately grasped Lin Qingshuang's delicate chin, and warned sternly, "I don't want to have any more nonsense with you now, come with me right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he loosened his big hand and threw Lin Qingshuang onto the bed as if throwing away garbage.
"File?"
Lin Qingshuang¡¯s head hit the iron railing. Her physical reaction was so painful that she burst into tears, but her heart had long since lost any feeling.
"Sheng Yixing, you can't take me away today."
The furious Sheng Yixing did not take Lin Qingshuang's words seriously. He gave her a deep look and turned his head indifferently.
"past."
As soon as he finished speaking, several tough men went up to catch Lin Qingshuang.
"Clang, bang, clang,"
Lin Qingshuang grabbed a few things and put them in front of them vigorously.
"Go away, all of you, go away."
Seeing this, the bodyguards looked at each other and helplessly turned their attention to Sheng Yixing.
"Lin Qingshuang, don't go crazy."
"Why should I listen to you?" Lin Qingshuang's voice suddenly rose, her beautiful face full of anger and unwillingness.
"Just because your brother is in my hands."
Hearing this, Lin Qingshuang's movements suddenly stopped, the anger in her beautiful eyes was burning, her hands were clenched, and her face was almost hysterical.
"Sheng Yi Xing, you"
Sheng Yixing looked hesitant and lost his patience. He stepped forward and grabbed Lin Qingshuang's hand and dragged her out hard.
Unexpectedly, Lin Qingshuang grabbed the railing with her other hand, without moving her body at all, and stared at Sheng Yixing with her red eyes.
¡°?? He sighed lightly, thinking of what the nurse had just told him, and slowly walked to Sheng Yixing's side.
"Ms. Lin may have depression."
Hearing this, Sheng Yixing's body trembled slightly, his pupils shrank sharply, he raised his eyes like the deep sea, and his cold gaze went straight towards Su Linyun, as if a sharp scalpel was about to dissect him inch by inch. Come on.
"It's okay if you don't believe it."
Su Linyun's voice became softer and more tender.
"This should be related to her five years of stay in a mental hospital. You should know best what it's like there. How many people can come out of there with normal minds."
Every word hit Sheng Yixing's heart like a heavy hammer. His heart seemed to be pinched hard, and even breathing began to become difficult.
"She looks so strong, how is that possible?"
Sheng Yixing¡¯s voice paused, and the last few words seemed to have been spoken with the greatest strength.
He didn't understand what he was feeling. He obviously wanted this woman to die the most, but when he heard that she was depressed, and thought that in the past five years, the assistant would always send her information about her recent situation on the table, Sheng Yixing They just glanced at it lightly and quickly threw it into the trash can.
This woman should have suffered all kinds of torture from the moment she killed his beloved woman.
"Nothing is impossible, and patients with depression do not have to be fragile and emotionally sensitive."
Su Linyun narrowed his eyes and shook his head helplessly, the suspicion in his heart becoming more and more certain.
"Ms. Lin's reaction may be exactly the opposite. She protects herself with a hard shell, and she is not a girl with a weak personality."
For a moment, Sheng Yixing was speechless. Was this woman really tortured like this?
After a long time, Su Linyun let out a long sigh and said in a serious tone: "I don't care what the dispute between you two is, but I hope you will treat at least one patient well."
"Dr. Su, the family members of the patients in bed 61 are looking for you."
The nurse carefully probed and reminded in a low voice, Su Linyun responded and went out.
Only the tall figure of Sheng Yixing stood in the messy ward. The king, who had always looked down upon everything in the crowd, felt a little lonely at this moment.
"She may have depression."
"It has to do with the torture she suffered in a mental hospital for five years."
These two sentences echoed in Sheng Yixing's mind like a tape. This woman actually suffered from depression.
Her stubborn face and tear-stained pleading face flashed in front of her one by one. Sheng Yixing's dark pupils flashed with distress, and his hands tightened involuntarily.
At this moment, everything about this woman was infinitely magnified in front of him. Even the information he threw in the trash can, and the handwriting was suddenly clearly visible at a glance.
"Beaten."
"Pour water."
"With the intention of raping her."
These disorganized fragments seem to be connected together, and you can tell how horrific the past was without even looking at it.
For the first time, Sheng Yixing wondered how this woman could bear all this.
Suddenly, he found that he did not have the pleasure of torturing her, and an unknown feeling arose in his heart.
But soon, these thoughts were cut off. He thought of his lost lover, and the video with conclusive evidence all told him that this woman deserved everything she endured today.
Sheng Yi moved his slightly stiff legs, glanced at Lin Qingshuang on the bed with disgust, and left proudly.
"Take this woman back."
When passing by the assistant, Sheng Yixing paused for a moment.
"Ask them to compile all the information on Lin Qingshuang's five years in the mental hospital and give it to me."
The assistant was stunned. Sheng Yixing had been lost a long time ago. He didn't dare to say anything and could only nod in agreement.
When Lin Qingshuang woke up, she found that it was still a familiar room. She weakly tugged at the corner of her mouth, silently mocking herself in her heart.
¡°After all, I still didn¡¯t escape the clutches of that man.
"Hiss."
A deep-seated pain came from the palm of her hand. Lin Qingshuang looked down at her bandaged palm, and the memory of that day came back like spring water.
"Ms. Lin, let me change your dressing."
The servant opened the door and walked in, holding medical supplies in his hands.
Sheng Yixing actually asked someone to take care of her. It seems he doesn¡¯t want to kill her yet.
But, so what, it¡¯s just a chess piece. The sneer at the corner of Lin Qingshuang¡¯s mouth continued to deepen.
"Um."
Lin Qingshuang stretched out her hand silently. When the gauze on her palm was removed, she could still see the vague flesh and blood, but she could no longer feel it.
The cool alcohol slowly penetrated through the broken skin. The servant's hand flicked and the tweezers caught the skin, and he apologized hurriedly: "Miss Lin, I'm sorry."
Hearing this, Lin Qingshuang raised her eyelids and looked into the distance again. No matter how much pain she suffered in her body, it could not withstand her already dead heart, which left her completely unconscious.
A few minutes later, the servant quickly packed up and left. Lin Qingshuang raised her wrist and stared ahead through the light.
The body is dead, where is the mind? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?, it¡¯s just a chess piece, the sneer on Lin Qingshuang¡¯s lips continued to deepen.
"Um."
Lin Qingshuang stretched out her hand silently. When the gauze on her palm was removed, she could still see the vague flesh and blood, but she could no longer feel it.
The cool alcohol slowly penetrated through the broken skin. The servant's hand flicked and the tweezers caught the skin, and he apologized hurriedly: "Miss Lin, I'm sorry."
Hearing this, Lin Qingshuang raised her eyelids and looked into the distance again. No matter how much pain she suffered in her body, it could not withstand her already dead heart, which left her completely unconscious.
A few minutes later, the servant quickly packed up and left. Lin Qingshuang raised her wrist and stared ahead through the light.
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