flameout

Chapter 25

Qi Peisheng couldn't help lowering his head, and gently pressed a kiss on Ji Yue's lips. It was a kiss that had nothing to do with sex at all, like emotion, like encouragement, and a little more comforting. Then Qi Peisheng stretched out his hand Ji Yue, who was a little dazed, held Ji Yue in his arms, stroking his arm while wrapping his arms around Ji Yue.Ji Yue trembled slightly, curled up in Qi Peisheng's arms, subconsciously raised his head to see the reactions of other people in the room.

Except for him and Qi Peisheng in the room, Zong Lin focused on analyzing the condition without squinting his eyes, and didn't notice Qi Peisheng's movements, and Zheng Chuxuan had already seen the strangeness.

After a while, Zong Lin turned his head and pulled a chair in front of the sofa. Ji Yue felt apprehensive and sat up straight, like a sinner waiting for trial.

Qi Peisheng also sat up slightly, his palm still covering Ji Yue's back, doing silent support.

Zong Lin glanced at Qi Peisheng first, then lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "Mr. With treatment, you will be cured."

Ji Yue pursed his lower lip, still a little dazed when he heard the words, his lips parted slightly, trembling: "...I'm sick."

"Yes, there are reasons for your emotional and physical reactions, and it's not your fault. I still have a few questions to ask you, okay?" Zong Lin said patiently.

"...Okay." Ji Yue responded, but became visibly nervous again. At this time, Qi Peisheng opened his curled fingers and said in a low voice: "Whatever the headmaster asks, just tell the truth, don't be afraid."

Ji Yue nodded obediently, and looked at Zong Lin with a timid look in his eyes. Even though he saw too many sensitive and fragile patients, Zong Lin still felt weak in his heart. This Mr. Ji is indeed good-looking and pale. His complexion had a sickly softness.

"When did you first realize you were feeling down? I heard about your father, two weeks ago?"

Ji Yue shook his head, almost biting the tip of his tongue before reluctantly saying: "No, it was... about... two years ago."

Zong Lin was puzzled, "Did something happen at that time?"

Ji Yue watched Qi Peisheng's expression carefully from the corner of his eye, so that he stammered and said, "I don't know, I don't remember."

Zong Lin frowned when he heard the words, paused and asked, "Well, how have you been sleeping for a while? Is your sleep quality good?"

"Not very good." Ji Yue said softly, feeling that Qi Peisheng's hand covering his back stopped moving, and his heart tightened.

"Can't sleep, or—"

Ji Yue interrupted Zong Lin, and hurriedly explained: "If you can fall asleep, you just sleep late, but sometimes you don't know whether you fell asleep or not, and you wake up when it's dawn." He didn't dare to lie, but he explained until the end I also felt that I was superfluous, but I couldn't cover up the reality, so I lowered my head in frustration.

Seeing this, Zong Lin comforted: "It's okay, this is a normal manifestation of illness, so do you usually feel weak and have difficulty concentrating?"

Ji Yue said in a muffled voice: "A little bit."

At this time, Ji Yue heard Qi Peisheng sigh beside him, Ji Yue turned his head almost nervously, Qi Peisheng looked at Ji Yue, and squeezed his shoulder: "What are you doing so tight? Questions are fine, no one can eat you, relax."

Ji Yue pursed his lips, turned his head and heard Zong Lin take a deep breath and continued, "Do you have any thoughts or actions of suicide or self-harm?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Yue was taken aback, but his hesitation on this question had already given his answer invisibly, Qi Peisheng combined with Ji Yue's previous abnormal behavior also felt more tricky, and couldn't help clenching his back molars.

Before Ji Yue could figure out how to answer this question, Zong Lin said softly: "The last question, your vomiting reaction earlier was actually a panic attack caused by psychological reasons, can you tell me what made you feel sick? Are you scared? When is the first time you can remember having such a reaction?"

"I don't remember. I don't know what I'm afraid of. I just feel out of breath, as if I had a heart attack. I forget it after that. It will get better soon. I didn't think much about it." Ji Yue replied slowly.

Hearing his answer, Zong Lin frowned slightly, obviously not convinced, but his eyes met Shang Ji Yue's, and he was silent for a few seconds without saying anything. Then Zong Lin turned around and took a stack of documents from the table and came back .

"Consistent with the initial judgment, Mr. Ji suffers from depression accompanied by acute anxiety. I suggest that he consider medication and psychological counseling as an auxiliary treatment." After a pause, Zong Lin continued: "It is better to start treatment as soon as possible. I will go to Call the assistant, and now you can take Mr. Ji to the ward to rest."

Hearing this, Ji Yue's mind was in a mess, and it didn't matter what the diagnosis he had made to him was no longer important. Ji Yue grabbed Qi Peisheng's hand helplessly, and almost burst into tears in the blink of an eye. He was so desperate and hoarse that he At the beginning, I didn't even make a sound: "Mr. Qi...Mr. Qi, I'm not that serious. I can go back and take the medicine if I take the medicine. If I want to see a psychologist, I can come every day... every day."

He hadn't shed tears yet, but he was already swallowing dryly because of extreme nervousness. Qi Peisheng stroked his back, raised his head and said to Zheng Chuxuan while comforting him: "Chu Xuan, you go out first, I will talk to Xiaoyue alone." sentence."

Turning his head, Qi Peisheng looked at Ji Yue, who was panting shortly, and felt distressed for a while. He said: "Xiao Yue, calm down, listen to me, you are sick, this is not a common cold and cough, take some medicine and go home to rest You will be cured in one go, you need professional treatment." After a pause, Ji Yue was already in tears, and Qi Peisheng had to take out a tissue to wipe his tears away.

Ji Yue shook his head and sobbed: "But even if I was sick before, wasn't it fine? I can go to work, but I can bear the discomfort." Ji Yue sobbed, his eyes were red, and he mustered up the courage to speak : "Mr. Qi, I want to be by your side."

Qi Peisheng sighed, and spoke patiently, while reaching out to wipe away more tears on Ji Yue's face: "You know that I don't spend more than two weeks in Pushi every month, Guangsheng is so big, even in the city It is also impossible for me to stay at home with you every day. Can He Conglian and He Ci take good care of you at home? I am on a business trip with me, and if something happens on the road and I feel uncomfortable, I can’t help it. You are here, is the abbot The entire city of Pu is even the best psychiatrist in the country, this hospital still has 15% of my shares, I am their biggest shareholder, Xiaoyue, they will take good care of you."

Ji Yue closed his eyes, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he just shook his head, no, he doesn't want anything, it doesn't matter if he can't cure it, he just doesn't want to leave Qi Peisheng, Ji Yue opened his mouth, desperate Weeping, he said, "Mr. Qi, I don't want to..."

Qi Peisheng sighed again, then clasped the back of Ji Yue's neck and pressed him into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yue, when I was in Haishi, I felt that something was wrong with you, thinking that your father's death must be a blow to you It’s so big, I just wanted to bring you to my side, and I’ll watch over it, but I didn’t expect to push you hard instead.”

Ji Yue shivered all over and shook his head: "No, it's not your fault."

Qi Peisheng raised his chin, looked into his eyes and said softly: "Xiao Yue, as long as half a year or less, I will let you go home when your condition stabilizes, and you can come back to work if you want to, okay? "

Ji Yue clenched his lower lip, feeling the tears on his face dry up.

He has never been able to choose.

After Qi Peisheng left, the tight rope in Ji Yue's heart was torn for a long time, making him completely relaxed.

He seemed to be normal and relaxed, no longer worried all the time, no need to pretend to hide, even turned around and sat on the nursing chair by the bed, thinking about what to do next to pass the time.

Compared with the ward, this ward is actually more like a hotel, with complete entertainment facilities, and I don't know how much it costs for a night.

Whether to read a book, or turn on the TV to watch a movie.

But in the next second, Ji Yue felt that he began to fall endlessly. The feeling of weightlessness made him hairy, and a dense layer of goose bumps appeared on his bare skin. Still unable to groan, Ji Yue panicked and panicked, his whole heart seemed to have fallen [-] meters in an instant, but he still couldn't reach the end.

Compared with death, Ji Yue was more afraid that Qi Peisheng would not want him, but didn't he already want him now?

Thinking of this, Ji Yue was stunned for a moment, he saw the door of the ward was pushed open, and many people headed by Zong Lin poured in from the outside.

Then he was entrusted back to the hospital bed to lie down, the needle was pricked on the back of his hand and the infusion started, the electrocardiogram was beeping in his ears, Ji Yue suddenly laughed softly, he thought it wasn't Qi Peisheng who didn't want him, but him It doesn't deserve it.

It didn't deserve it before, and it doesn't deserve it now.

Smiling and laughing, Ji Yue was already in tears.