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Chapter 51 51.

After Yan Beiqi finished saying that, he lowered his eyebrows again, his body seemed to be empty, and then he let go of Qin Yichun's arm little by little.

Qin Yizhen was startled, then tightly clasped her loosened hand, anxiously said: "I will be with you, Bei Qi, I swear. Don't give up..."

She didn't know what kind of pain Yan Beiqi was going through now, but she was so nervous that her hands were sweating.

"Bei Qi, let's go, let's go to the hospital." Immediately afterwards, Qin Yichun wiped away his tears, then stretched out his other hand to pass through the back of Yan Beiqi's neck, held her shoulders, and half-supported her up.

The upper body was suddenly raised, and then fell into a warm and soft embrace.

Yan Beiqi leaned his head on Qin Yichun's shoulder, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't speak, so he nodded.

She couldn't exert much force on her body, and her whole body was like cotton wool. She just leaned against Qin Yichun's arms softly, as if she could feel a kind of stability, but she still seemed to be panicking for no reason.

Then, Qin Yichun discovered that there was a fresh wound on Yan Beiqi's right thumb.

The wound stretched across the entire fingertip, and the bright red blood flowed all the way to the tiger's mouth. The wound has not yet completely condensed, and it looks terrible.

Qin Yichun looked at her right hand and felt like a knife was gouging out his own flesh piece by piece.

After helping Yan Beiqi deal with the wound on his hand, Qin Yichun climbed onto the bed again and hugged Yan Beiqi.

Putting his cheek against her neck, Qin Yichun just accompanied her quietly like this.

Afterwards, Qin Yizhen couldn't help but began to wonder whether Yan Beiqi was always in a trance, always said the wrong thing, and even fell off the manhole cover while walking, might it be caused by these reasons.

It's just that Yan Beiqi tried his best to pretend that even if these things happened, outsiders would not think of other things at all, at most they just thought she was confused.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Beiqi coughed twice and turned his head slightly: "Mr. Qin, I... hurt so much."

After Qin Yichun listened, he loosened his arms in a hurry and asked, "Where does it hurt? Is it still in your heart?"

"I'm sorry." However, Yan Beiqi still didn't answer her words.

It was as if something was blocking her, making it impossible for her to speak out.

After a while, Qin Yichun helped her smooth her hair: "Bei Qi, you have nothing to do to me, just change your clothes, and we'll go to the hospital after changing."

Yan Beiqi nodded again.She has a strong thought of death, but at the same time she also has a strong desire to survive, which is very contradictory.

After a while, Yan Beiqi raised his hand to stroke his hair, and said to himself: "It's greasy."

"Then let's wash our hair first. You have a wound on your hand, don't touch the water for now, come, I'll wash it for you." After Qin Yichun finished speaking, he took her out of bed, took her arm and walked to the bathroom.

After taking Yan Beiqi to the bathroom, Qin Yichun ran to the living room to move a chair, put it next to the bathtub, and let Yan Beiqi sit on it.

Qin Yichun remembered what he said that night, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it.She still knew too little about this disease, and she never expected it to be so serious, so serious that it tortured a good person like this.

After putting the water on for a while, Qin Yichun reached out to test the temperature, then took the shower head, carefully poured water onto Yan Beiqi's head, and asked, "How does this temperature suit you? Is it suitable? "

"Appropriate." Yan Beiqi replied.

There was no flesh on Yan Beiqi's shoulders, so the outline became sharp, and it was a bit harsh to touch.

Yan Beiqi's hair was very long, it seemed that it hadn't been cut for a long time, and there were some forked hairs at the ends.

After Qin Yichun squeezed out the shampoo, he rubbed foam into her hair, then used both hands to massage her scalp.

When rinsing, Qin Yichun stroked lightly, and a lot of hair fell into the palm of his hand.

Qin Yizhen also lost her hair, but compared to Yan Beiqi, her hair loss was much less.Yan Beiqi's hair loss...is shocking.

After washing Yan Beiqi's hair, Qin Yichun took out the hair dryer, plugged it in, and dried her hair carefully.

Halfway through, Yan Beiqi seemed to say something, but it was covered up by the hum of the hair dryer.

So Qin Yichun turned off the hair dryer again, leaned down beside her and asked, "What did you say?"

"Sorry for letting you see me like this." After Yan Beiqi finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Even at this time, what she thinks is: Is she really useless, is she causing trouble to others, and if people see her like this, others don't understand.

"Don't say such things. No matter what you look like, in my heart, you are Yan Beiqi anyway." After Qin Yichun finished speaking, he continued to blow her head.

However, even though he said that on his lips, he was still extremely anxious in his heart.

I'm afraid that she will continue like this, that one day she won't be able to think about it, and she will kill herself when she can't see where she can't see.

Passing his fingers through his hair, Qin Yichun looked at her hand on her lap that trembled from time to time, feeling bitter in his heart.

After quickly drying her hair, Qin Yichun urged her to change her clothes again.

Yan Beiqi walked to the closet, opened the closet door, stood there and unbuttoned it one by one.

After taking off his clothes to his shoulders, and showing his thin shoulders, Yan Beiqi paused again, and turned his head to look at Qin Yichun.

"I, I'll go out and get some water." Qin Yichun was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the bedroom with his bag, and closed the door.

Just now, she seemed to see a shallow scar on Yan Beiqi's back shoulder.Is this left from domestic violence when I was a child, or from the period when I was a troubled girl?

All of a sudden, Qin Yizhen found that he just said he liked it, but he really never knew Yan Beiqi.

I have always just wanted to find my own sense of existence in her, but I seldom think about it from her standpoint.

Suddenly, Qin Yizhen somewhat understood why some people said recently that her works looked wonderful, but if you read carefully, you would find that the people she created were a bit too paper-based and not human enough. The shaping appears to be crude and one-sided.

She herself lived a simple and rough life.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened.

Yan Beiqi appeared there in black casual clothes, holding a paper bag.

She looked at Qin Yichun, then lowered her head, gently closed the door, and walked out slowly.

Her series of movements and eyes looked very cautious, like a small animal hiding in a cave, looking out to spy on the surrounding enemies, but refusing to come out.

After all, this was the first time she had cut herself in front of others with all her flaws exposed like this.

After going out, Yan Beiqi looked around, then silently pulled up his hat and put it on top of his head.

After arriving at the entrance of the community, Qin Yichun stretched out his hand to stop the car, and sat in the back row with Yan Beiqi, then Qin Yichun said to the driver: "Changqi Seventh People's Hospital, thank you."

After hearing this, Yan Beiqi couldn't help turning his head to look at her: "How did Teacher Qin know that he was going there?"

Her voice is hoarse.

"Huh?" Qin Yizhen turned to look at her after listening, "I actually... I actually saw your inspection report on the night of your birthday. It's just... I think you don't want to be known , so I didn’t say anything.”

She has heard that many people with mental illness like to lock themselves up, hoping that they will never be discovered.

Speaking of which, Yan Beiqi would ask her for help, which was already a very big step.

"The Seventh Hospital? That mental hospital?" At this moment, the driver in front put one hand on the steering wheel, turned his face, smiled, and asked casually.

After hearing this, Yan Beiqi was stunned for a while, her hands on her lap began to tremble again, she tilted her head, and before she knew it, she had already clenched her fists, staring sharply at the driver in the driver's seat.

"It's not just treating mental illness..." Qin Yizhen hurriedly held Yan Beiqi's hand, and glanced at the driver.

"Hey, if it's not mental illness, what kind of illness is it?" The driver smiled and turned the car around.

Qin Yichun was afraid that the more he said, the more he would irritate Yan Beiqi, so he stopped talking, but held Yan Beiqi's hand firmly, for fear that she would do something strange.

After getting off the car, Qin Yichun trotted forward, walking beside Yan Beiqi: "I tell you, don't listen to the nonsense of those half-knowledgeable people."

Yan Beiqi didn't say anything, just pulled his hat and nodded again.

"Let's go. Let's go to the doctor, and when we get back, I'll accompany you for whatever you want." Then, Qin Yichun took her arm and walked towards the hospital entrance.

The weather looks good today, the surrounding trees look extra green and beautiful, even though the temperature is still very low.

There are several buildings in the hospital, including a mental rehabilitation center for the elderly, and a building for children, etc., which are very carefully divided.

Finally, Qin Yizhen accompanied Yan Beiqi into one of the buildings.

"I have suicidal tendencies, they will suggest that I be hospitalized." After entering, Yan Beiqi whispered.

"Then you..." Qin Yichun's mind suddenly froze.

"I'll stay. I've thought everything through just now." Yan Beiqi spoke again.

"No, it's okay, I'll be with you." Qin Yichun supported her arm.

"This is for you." After Yan Beiqi finished speaking, he took out another bunch of things from his pocket.

There were keys, nail scissors, and a knife on it, and then, Yan Beiqi handed the things to Qin Yichun.

"Huh?" Qin Yizhen looked at the things she handed over, a little confused.

"I can't carry sharp objects with me." After Yan Beiqi finished speaking, he put the bunch of keys into Qin Yichun's hands.

"I will cooperate with the doctor well." Yan Beiqi walked forward after finishing his last sentence.

Qin Yichun looked at her thin but still straight back, holding the things in his hands, his whole body was tense.

As Yan Beiqi expected, after a series of questions and examinations, the doctor strongly advised her to be hospitalized.

At first, she was only mildly anxious. Later, she became moderately anxious. Now, she also has depression. Sometimes the two things alternate, and occasionally they are mixed. That's why she is so angry. Better to die.

In fact, she had already expected that this should be the case.

Therefore, she is afraid of many things, and the more precious they feel, the more afraid they are to touch them.

After a while, Yan Beiqi finished the procedure and walked to the ward with the medical staff.

The doctor said that her perseverance has superhuman intensity.If the illness of an ordinary person reaches her level, it may be... In short, her recovery is still very hopeful.

Then she, let's just believe it again.

However, as she was walking, she stopped and looked back at Qin Yichun who was following behind with a worried face.

Putting his hands into his pockets, Yan Beiqi stared fixedly at the ground: "Teacher Qin, don't worry, this is not a terminal illness, nor is it a life or death. Besides, this is a hospital, so I will be fine."

The reason why I chose to be hospitalized was to prevent myself from experiencing extreme emotions again and then losing control of myself.

After all, she couldn't predict it, and she couldn't believe that she had the willpower not to do that kind of thing.

Just hearing her voice, Qin Yichun felt very uncomfortable, thinking of what he said before, he blamed himself even more.When hearing the words of life and death, it is even more difficult to suppress.Holding the bunch of keys, Qin Yichun's nose instantly became sore.

In the end, Qin Yichun sniffed, then trotted over, threw himself into Yan Beiqi's arms and hugged her, lightly grasped the clothes on her back with his ten fingers, and tightened them a little bit, she had never been so Uneasy too.

She doesn't know, doesn't understand.

All she knew was that there was a knife under Yan Beiqi's pillow, but this made her unable to pretend that nothing had happened, and unable to calm down.It would be great if she was also a doctor. In this way, she can become powerful and proficient in this field she doesn't understand, and then lead Yan Beiqi to overcome all obstacles.But she is not, but she will definitely find out more.

Finally, Yan Beiqi opened his mouth, slowly released the gas accumulated in his chest, bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "Mr. Qin, I promised you that I will not disappear, I will do what I say."

She still wants to live and see her teacher Qin as much as possible.

I want to see Teacher Qin regain confidence in writing, I want to see Teacher Qin continue to be aggressive and cool in the literary circle, I want to see Teacher Qin’s smile, I want to see Teacher Qin’s messy but cute dances.

After all, this person is the one who made her understand for the first time in this short half of her life what it means to be moved.

So, of course she will try her best to get better.