She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 642 Falling into Madness
Early in the morning, Xia Beiqing woke up from his sleep and subconsciously reached to the side, but touched the cold sheets and the empty quilt. He opened his eyes and found that Shen Zhiyu was gone.

The sound of dishes and chopsticks could be heard outside the room.

Xia Beiqing propped himself up with his arms and was about to ring the bedside bell, but then he paused. After thinking for a while, he retracted his hand, stretched his body, pulled the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and then moved himself up little by little.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhiyu was cooking porridge when he suddenly heard the door open. He turned around and saw Xia Beiqing coming out of the room in a wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put down the spoon, walked over, squatted in front of Xia Beiqing, put his hand on his knee, and said, "Why didn't you ring the bell and got up by yourself?"

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and pointed towards the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'm cooking porridge. It should be ready. Wait a moment."

Shen Zhiyu stood up and walked into the kitchen, scooped a bowl, then returned to Xia Beiqing and asked, "Do you want to eat it yourself?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

So, Shen Zhiyu handed the bowl to Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing took it, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The hot porridge slid down his throat. In an instant, he paused, and the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a clang. His face suddenly turned grim.

Shen Zhiyu was startled: "Bei Qing, what's wrong? Is the porridge not tasty?"

Xia Beiqing seemed to be frightened and suddenly overturned the bowl in his hand. The bowl smashed to the ground and broke into pieces, and all the porridge inside spilled out.

Shen Zhiyu then realized something was wrong: "Bei Qing..."

Xia Beiqing tilted his neck, opened his mouth, and covered his throat tightly with both hands. He struggled in the wheelchair with an extremely painful expression and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. He looked like he was suffering from some kind of torture. Shen Zhiyu hurriedly held Xia Beiqing down: "What's wrong? Does your throat hurt? Beiqing! It's okay, calm down first."

Xia Beiqing seemed to be very afraid of being touched by others. He pushed Shen Zhiyu away desperately and kept shrinking his body backwards. His wheelchair swayed from side to side and almost fell to the ground.

His whole body was convulsing, as if someone was holding his head down tightly and his mouth was shut. He covered his neck in pain and struggled with himself. He lost his mind and fell into a state of madness.

Shen Zhiyu didn't know what to do and was afraid that he would get hurt, so he hurriedly called He Jiayi. It happened that He Jiayi was in Shuo Country and didn't know the situation, so he hurried to Shen Zhiyu's apartment.

When he saw Xia Beiqing in a wheelchair, he was shocked and didn't know what had happened.

"He... He is Xia Beiqing? What happened to him?"

Shen Zhiyu had no time to explain. With red eyes, he almost begged, "Jiayi, please take a look at him..."

He Jiayi stepped forward, held down the crazy Xia Beiqing, then carried him up, walked into the room, threw him on the bed, took out a sedative from the medical box, and gave him an injection.

As the effect of the drug took effect, Xia Beiqing on the bed slowly stopped struggling, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally, he could no longer hold on, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Zhiyu immediately straightened Xia Beiqing's head and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

He Jiayi took a breath, sweating profusely, looked at the pale Shen Zhiyu, and asked: "What on earth is going on?"

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes, still holding Xia Beiqing's hand tightly, and told He Jiayi the whole cause and effect of the matter.

(End of this chapter)