The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 681 Things
It was pitch black inside, and the curtains could be seen to be tightly stitched together, and the lights were not turned on, but a figure could still be seen on the sofa.

I didn't hear any sound, only saw the figure move, and then the lights came on, Xing Xing's face was as calm as water, and asked: "Auntie, why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you about something." I walked over quickly, opened the drawer on the coffee table in front of her, and saw a pocket knife lying inside, I took it out, opened it, saw the dark red mark on the blade, and then Say, "Hand out."

With her left hand still behind her back, she said, "I'm fine, go and rest, I'll handle it myself."

"Take it out." I said, "Don't make me angry."

She hesitated for a while, then took out her hand. There were a few bloodstains on her wrist, neither light nor heavy, and the blood was flowing thinly, which was not fatal.

I hurriedly asked, "Where is the medicine box?"

She pointed in the direction of the bookshelf.

I stood up, and she also stood up and said, "I'll go, don't move."

"I'll go." I said, "I don't feel comfortable sitting."

She didn't say anything, just stood where she was.

I found the medicine box, opened it and took out iodine tincture gauze and other items needed to treat the wound. I came back and pulled her to sit down and started to help her deal with it.

She was visibly nervous, saying: "I'm just not in a good mood and I'm trying to relax a bit this way."

"I know." If you want to die, you don't need to cut your wrists. Others don't know it. She is Fanyin's daughter, so she must know this.

Then she didn't say anything, and neither did I.

It wasn't until the wound was bandaged that I said, "I've hired a doctor for you, and I hope you can follow me to see it."

She said, "Okay."

I thought I would have to convince her for a long time, but now I am surprised, "It's so easy to agree?"

"I know you told my dad." She said, "He said that we don't need to get married. He seems to have told Lin Zhunyi too. He also looks at me strangely."

I asked, "Does Lin Zhunyi dislike you?"

"No."

"Then the weird thing you're referring to is..."

"He is very kind to me," she said, "He must have known about my illness, and he is afraid that if I really die, he won't be able to continue working in Fan's house."

I don't want to comment on this matter, because I think Lin Zhunyi may indeed like Xing Xing. He used to be young, but now he is older. After so many things, his attitude has changed. Maybe it is because of reflection?

I said: "I didn't tell your father about the matter, but I asked your grandma to find a psychologist for me. I told her that it was because I had symptoms of bipolar disorder before, and it might be because I was pregnant recently. I was very emotionally unstable, so I want to enlighten myself, you just don’t have class tomorrow, so I go with me. But actually I want to ask the doctor to help you. It is said that he is the best therapist in the industry. I think, maybe your condition is not so serious, it was before The level of doctors is not high."

She took my word for it and asked, "Then why did my dad call off the engagement?"

"Because I refused to remarry with him. I promised to remarry before, but I..." I told the reason again so that she would feel it was real, and then concluded: "So he originally wanted to marry me before you got married. Remarriage can be delayed again and again, and now he has no one who wants to remarry, indeed, it is too strange that the daughter gets married first, and the father gets married later, your father is a traditional person after all."

She frowned a lot: "You really didn't tell him?"

"Until I get your approval, I won't tell him." I really didn't tell Fanyin, he knew it himself.

She bent her lips and said, "That's good. I don't want him to know."

I asked: "Why?"

"I..." She hesitated before saying, "I hope they treat me normally. I don't want to enjoy any privileges because of my illness. That's fake."

I looked at her, my heart was turbulent.

I suddenly realized a frightening fact: her current situation is exactly the same as mine.

And I can't save her any more than I can save myself.

She and I can only passively wait for God's will.

I said, "Don't worry, they don't know."

Afterwards, I called Mrs. Han and asked her to tell Fanyin for me, so that I could say something nice.This night, I suffered from insomnia as usual. Usually, my insomnia is due to my back pain. Tonight, I suffered from insomnia because I was in a bad mood.

The next day, after breakfast, old man Fan really said that he wanted to see Mr. Fei. After he left, Mrs. Han came to pick me up and Xing Xing.

After arriving at the doctor's side, Mrs. Han didn't say anything, her attitude remained the same as usual.I could see that Xing Xing was a little nervous all the way. When I got out of the car, I was obviously relieved to see Mrs. Han's car driving away.

The psychiatrist is a top physician in the industry and also a psychiatrist. She is quite old. She also diagnosed Fan Yin herself. At that time, most of the doctors who saw Fan Yin thought he was schizophrenic. One person tends to think that Fan Yin is on the side of split personality.However, no matter which faction it is, it is said that Fan Yin's disease is extremely serious and has no cure. It needs to be controlled with drugs, and there is no better suggestion in the future.

This time Mrs. Han invited her again, obviously considering that Xing Xing's condition might be hereditary, and at the same time, the other party is also a woman, so it is more suitable to consult Xing Xing.

We met and greeted each other. The old doctor had silver hair all over his head, and the backs of his hands were so thin that only skin and blood vessels remained, but he had a very good complexion and a smile on his face.We chatted a few words about Fanyin first, and she was not surprised when she learned that Fanyin’s illness has not been cured, and she also said that Madam Han had talked to her about this issue, and she also wanted to know that Fanyin was tortured by a mental hospital What stage did the disease develop in the end, but Fanyin refused to see a doctor again, so there was no further information on this matter.

Later I waited outside and Xingxing went in alone.This process took a long time, during which I sat for a while, but the child probably felt too suffocated and kept kicking me, so I stood up and walked around, and the scenery around this small building was very beautiful through the window , I simply went out to go outside for a walk.

This place is remote, there are not many people, the vegetation is lush, the temperature is suitable, and the air is extremely good.I walked for about half an hour, feeling refreshed, but also really tired. Seeing a bench by the roadside, I sat down and rested first.

But not long after I sat down, my phone started to vibrate. I was looking for it with my purse when a familiar voice suddenly came in front of me: "Miss, may I ask..."

I couldn't help but froze, instinctively pressed the pistol in the bag with my hand, and raised my head uneasily.

I'm such a bad person. Since I was pregnant, I was either locked up or stayed in the yard of various insurance companies. Today was almost the first time I went out, and I met Pu Lan!

I would recognize this voice to death, which made me very sure, but when I saw the person coming, I was stunned again.

Although there have been such things, but to be fair, Pu Lan in my impression is a handsome man who is not inferior to Fan Yin in appearance and stature.Although the background is not very good, it is not too bad after all, and the temperament is also very good.

But the "thing" in front of me has human arms, but the trousers under the wheelchair are deflated from the thigh, which means he has no legs.At the same time, probably because he was always manipulating the wheelchair, his hands, which were always very clean because of his passion for cooking, were also abnormally rough, his fingers were out of shape, and his fingernails were dirty and cracked.

There was no hair on his head, and there were several hideous marks of being cut by a knife on the top of his head. Perhaps because of this, he shaved off all his hair.

One of the scars runs from the top of the head through the eyes, over the bridge of the nose, to the bottom of the opposite cheek, and splits the lip, looking as if his head had been split in half and then closed again.Not only that, but there were other large and small scratches on his face, these scratches seemed to deliberately disfigure him, not heavy, but densely packed.

Also, both of his eyes were closed, and the left eye was passed by a knife scar, so he must be blind.The eyelid of the right eye is closed, with traces of stitches, and sunken in, as if the eyeball is missing.

But even so unrecognizable, there is still a somewhat familiar look on his face, which makes me understand that this is him.

I looked around and saw no one else.

At the same time, he said: "I'm sorry, it seems that my appearance frightened you. But don't be afraid, I just want to ask for directions."

I am a pregnant woman, logically speaking, I should get up and run away immediately, after all, even if he becomes like this, he is still Pu Lan.

But I have a gun, and he obviously has no fighting power, let alone helpers.So I thought about it, squeezed my throat, and said, "Where do you want to go?"

He fell silent.

I was a little nervous, so I edited a short message with my location and sent it.

Pu Lan over there finally opened his mouth. He heard the voice smiling, but there was no expression on his face: "I know there is a supermarket nearby. I hope you can tell me which direction it is."

I said, "On the east side."

"East..." he said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell the difference between east, west, and north. This is the first time I've been on the street like this."

There was no sign of the driver yet, and since he didn't recognize my voice, I said, "Behind you is the east."

"Oh." There was some smile in his voice again, and he said, "Is it just the east side?"

"Yes, you just have to follow the road and you'll be there in no time," I said.

He nodded, pulled the corners of his mouth very hard, and said, "Thank you, miss."

I said, "It's okay."

He didn't speak any more, he manipulated the wheelchair with difficulty, made it turn a corner, and slowly took him away.

I still sat where I was, just looking at his back, feeling very uncomfortable.Mr. Mo said before that there is only that one photo, and I have only seen that one. In fact, its scale is not as big as I thought.Although this does not change the fact that he has done this, but I... I am not kind, but I am very uncomfortable, because compared to watching the suave man before become this lingering look, I would rather see him already dead.

(End of this chapter)