He Yu was really drunk.

When he saw Xie Qingcheng, when he touched the real Xie Qingcheng, when he realized that Xie Qingcheng really came to him, he couldn't say anything .

His green face and fangs seem to have dissipated. He was nothing more than a little dragonfly lost in a cave.

"Hello..."

The waitress choked halfway through her words.

She looked at the scene in shock - what? ! He Shao still hasn't broken up with this dog man who 1.68 million **** He Shao overnight and was domestic violence? !

Too outrageous! Can you do whatever you want when you're handsome? !

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what she was thinking with her wide eyes, and he didn't have time to care about her. He felt that He Yu's current state was too bad, and when the boy leaned on him, he could feel that his body was as hot as a stove.

And the gauze wrapped around He Yu's wrist, others don't know what's going on, can he not know?

He has to send He Yu home immediately.

Xie Qing submitted: "Checkout."

The waitress regained her senses and tried to restrain herself from the urge to roll her eyes: "Hello sir, the total consumption of the box tonight is 490,000."

“…”

You can't spend less than 100,000 with rotten capitalism, can you?

Fortunately, He Yu was not completely drunk yet, he was just a little confused, but he still had the sense to pay. Hearing that, he moved suddenly and started to touch the card in his coat.

"I'll pay." He Yu took out the card, then leaned weakly on Xie Qingcheng again, "I can pay, I have a lot of money now. You know... I Now there is no need to ask them for pocket money, I have everything you want... I made a lot of money..."

"I can give you more than my dad, Xie Qingcheng... You can't look down on me."

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

The waiter was even more shocked: What kind of mom literature is this? what did she hear? Did Mr. He also take care of this man? ? ! What is this now? The son inherits the father's business?

With a squeak, the machine typed out the receipt.

The waiter is professionally trained, and no matter how shocked she is, she won't say it, unless—forget it, she can't help it.

She resisted the stormy waves in her heart, and handed the document to He Yu: "Master He, please sign it."

He Yu took the pen, painted a few ghosts at will, and gave it to the other party.

Miss.

"...He, Mr. He, the one you signed cannot be used. I will make a new copy, and you can sign it again."

Xie Qingcheng: "Why can't it be used?"

The waitress held back the contempt and handed the list to the handsome little mother who was eating rice.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at it, and there were some indescribable feelings between words.

Because He Yu was confused, he signed:

"Xie Qing presented it as a gift."

Xie Qingcheng drove He Yu back to He's villa.

It is very difficult to suppress your bloodthirsty nature when this kind of psychosis occurs.

Xie Qingcheng has also experienced it himself, and he knows how painful internal friction will be.

So he had to be distracted to observe He Yu's situation along the way. At first, He Yu just leaned on the co-pilot with a white face and closed his eyes, biting a bit of rose blood from his lips.

When the two drove to the suburbs, He Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his eyes suddenly and unfastened his seat belt. Xie Qingcheng immediately pulled over to stop the car and stopped his movements.

"What's wrong?"

He Yu said hoarsely: "It's uncomfortable."

"I'm having a hard time..."

The words he said were a little difficult.

"He Yu, hold on." Due to overuse of drugs, He Yu's drug resistance has become more and more serious. Xie Qingcheng knew that he must have swallowed it before going to the Kong Ye Club. But now the efficacy of the drug has passed, and He Yu's disease period has not passed. In this case, patients generally have only three options:

First, self-harm.

Second, hurt others.

Third, self-destructive use of larger doses of drugs to survive subsequent episodes, but the next time the patient's tolerance to the drug will increase.

Xie Qingcheng reminded He Yu a long time ago, don't take more medicine, don't rely on medicine, but He Yu failed to implement Xie Qingcheng's words for various reasons.

At this moment, He Yu's forehead was oozing with layers of fine sweat, his whole body was as hot as a stove, and his eyes were burning.

He endured it for a while, couldn't bear it any longer, and began to fumble in the car, trying to touch anything sharp so that he could puncture his body with staggered wounds. As long as the blood comes out, he should feel better...

"Where's the knife..."

He asked Xie Qingcheng hoarsely, as if he was asking himself, bloodshot in his eyes.

"Where's the knife?"

Xie Qingcheng held him down: "No knife. Fasten your seat belt, we will be home soon."

"No...I'm not going home. I want a knife." He Yu muttered, "I want a knife...give me a knife...I can't take it anymore..."

The more Xie Qingcheng looked at him, the more uneasy he felt.

Because Xie Qingcheng was the person who treated the mental Ebola case No. 3, he saw the symptoms of No. 3 gradually worsen. Theoretically speaking, each episode of mental Ebola will be more difficult to control than the previous one without medication, so the best way is to remain extremely calm and reduce the number of episodes.

When Xie Qingcheng was with He Yu in the past, he would always say some hurtful things to He Yu, firstly because his character was so cold, and secondly because he actually intended to Raised He Yu's mood swing threshold.

He Yu's tolerance for cynicism has been much higher in recent years, but those aspects that Xie Qingcheng could not broaden his threshold for him, they still torment the feelings of the young man.

"He Yu, bear with me, can you hear me?"

"..." He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head away sharply.

"I want a knife."

But where is the knife in the car?

He groped recklessly in the car, but couldn't find anything that could self-mutilate. He wanted to get out of the car, but Xie Qingcheng locked the door.

He Yu's eyes became more and more red, as if he was about to drip blood.

"Why no knife...Xie Qingcheng...why no knife? I can't stand it!" He began to forcefully tore the bandage he had wrapped around his wrist before, and his movements gradually became crazy.

The bandages were scattered, Xie Qingcheng's heart was cold, and he was suddenly shocked—

He Yu's arms are criss-crossed, new wounds are stacked with old scars, there are so many sores!

Some of those wounds have not yet fully healed. Now He Yu moved, and it has been torn a second time.

"You are—"

Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and stared at his pale face: "He Yu... how long have you been like this?"

He rubbed the wound on He Yu's wrist.

One by one.

A horizontal line.

Staggered, shocking.

This boy hurt himself too much...and he was by his side, and he never knew it. Xie Qingcheng's voice trembled: "Why never say it?"

“…”

"Didn't you tell anyone about your situation?"

He Yu thought vaguely and sadly, what did he say?

His current illness is caused by not being able to ask for it. He finds that he likes Xie Qingcheng, but he also knows that he cannot be close to Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng didn't like him, and Xie Qingcheng even hated him in his heart, so he shouldn't do that kind of thing without self-respect, and he didn't want others to know his feelings and ridicule him for being crazy.

He would rather go crazy like this.

Medicine, but when he couldn't control it, he had to sacrifice with blood to calm the emptiness in his heart.

Who can he talk to?

Even now, when he faced Xie Qingcheng himself, he couldn't speak, he could only mobilize his gradually weakened self-awareness, and staunchly said to Xie Qing: "...It's none of your business thing."

“…”

"It's none of your business, Xie Qingcheng."

He replied bluntly while suppressing himself in pain.

He really can't take it...he wants to sniff blood.

Want to vent.

The body will no longer be in pain, and the heart will no longer be empty.

Blood.

Love…

To...Xie Qingcheng.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably because he was trying to restrain this desire.

"Bang!"

In the end, he couldn't restrain the surging anger in his body, and slammed the car window with his backhand. Xie Qingcheng's car was not a good car. Under the heavy blow, the cobweb-like criss-crossing marks suddenly cracked open.

He Yu was sweating all over, he looked at Xie Qingcheng almost resentfully, his eyes almost lost consciousness.

He hissed and asked him with great hatred and sadness: "Why are you torturing me like this? Why don't you give me a knife or medicine!"

"I really want to kill you... I really want to kill you and then kill myself... I feel so bad, Xie Qingcheng... I feel so bad that I'm dying! I can't take it anymore …”

"I can't take it anymore!!" He growled, tears streaming down his face.

If it was in a mental hospital, He Yu would definitely have to use a restraint belt like this.

But there is nothing here, Xie Qingcheng had to hold him tightly and try not to let He Yu do anything more radical.

"He Yu, you have to hold on... It's almost over... You have been relying on the medicine for a long time before, if you hold on for a while, this illness will pass..."

"You're lying to me..." He Yu gritted his teeth, his consciousness became more and more confused, "You're lying to me...! I can't get better...I can't stand it anymore! None of your words is true. ...Everyone is lying to me! They are all lying to me!!"

His condition is too bad, Xie Qingcheng can only appease him over and over again. Waiting for his own symptoms to subside is Xie Qing's only hope. Before that, he must firmly control He Yu, lest he hurt others or continue to hurt himself.

The car can't be driven. Fortunately, it is in the suburbs, and there are not many vehicles passing by, and it will not affect anyone.

Xie Qingcheng just kept pressing him hard, comforting him with the qualities of a professional doctor, this process is too long, He Yu's strength is great, not the one who can let Xie Qing The child who was rounded and flattened, and Xie Qingcheng's shoulder was injured, and gradually began to lose his strength...

Suddenly—!

He Yu suddenly broke free from Xie Qingcheng's restraint, and turned Xie Qingcheng into the driver's seat!

He stared at the man with blood red eyes.

He Yu's emotions finally got out of control.

The boy even stretched out his hand and violently pinched it around Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"Liars... are all liars... Y'all hate me... Y'all are afraid of me... I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you!"

"He Yu...!"

If it was the former Xie Qingcheng, it would never have been possible for He Yu to be suppressed to this point. He could ensure that his life would not be in danger, but he did not expect that his arm would It's totally useless at this point. He struggled under He Yu's hands, very fierce, but he couldn't completely escape He Yu's restraint.

Gradually, his face turned red and he couldn't breathe.

Yu suppressed it with a backhand, and took the opportunity to get out of the opponent's palm, and then slapped He Yu's face with a conditioned reflex.

A crisp sound of "pop".

Almost crushed him to death.

He slowed down for a while, and then he regained his strength. Seeing that He Yu was still frozen in such a dangerous and silent manner, Xie Qingcheng's first reaction was to suppress him again.

No matter how pitiful He Yu's current situation is, this situation is left to his freedom and is irresponsible to anyone.

So Xie Qingcheng panted, raised the only healthy arm left, and pressed He Yu again, trying to control him.

At this moment, He Yu suddenly raised his eyes and looked up at him.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped.

He looked a little weak like just before in the empty night club, but at least he wasn't so aggressive anymore, just like a normal person in a depressed mood.

"He Yu, you..."

"...Xie Qingcheng." He Yu finally recovered slowly, tremblingly, and whispered, the dying young dragon was whimpering, "Xie Qingcheng... "

He raised his hand.

Xie Qing instinctively wanted to restrain him.

But this time, He Yu's hand didn't do anything to hurt him.

He Yu just wrapped Xie Qingcheng's waist with those trembling hands that signaled his emotional breakdown - and hugged him tightly.

Extremely distressed.

Very sad.

Almost helpless.

He hugs him.

"I woke up..."

"I woke up...I, I just..." He shivered, "...Did I just go completely crazy...?"

Because it was in the car, although the two were fighting before, there was not much room to stretch in the car. So high when standing. He Yu was holding him at this time, and his head was resting on Xie Qingcheng's chest where he was resting on his heart.

He Yu listened to the heartbeat, picked up some clear brains, and began to feel extreme fear.

Did he almost kill him?

He could barely hear the heart beating in this man's chest?

He hugged him for a long time in despair.

Long time...

Then Xie Qingcheng heard him muttering, and said in a mournful voice: "Brother, give me a knife, I don't want to hurt you, but I really can't take it anymore..."

"I can't take it anymore...Will you let me do it myself?"

"Will you let me do it myself..."

Xie Qingcheng was very, very uncomfortable at that moment.

He didn't know how He Yu became like this.

The year he left the He family, he confirmed that He Yu should be able to control his emotions. And in the four years he was away, He Yu didn't have any accidents.

After he came back, everything suddenly became more and more chaotic, falling into the abyss of out of control.

Did he do something wrong when he came back?

Or his decision to leave was wrong.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know, he couldn't even know what kind of inner changes this young man had recently, and why his mood became more and more volatile, He Ge was at least honest with him before , but now it seems that the spiritual barrier built against him is higher than anyone else.

What happened to He Yu...

"Xie Qingcheng..."

Xie Qingcheng came to his senses when the boy cried out to him again, he knew that He Yu's illness was slowly passing over. He coughed softly, and at this moment, Xie Qingcheng chose to act as a companion doctor as before, to appease this boy whose soul seemed to be broken.

"It's fine."

He patted him on the back: "It's fine. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"You'll be fine soon too."

"Don't use a knife to solve problems, He Yu."

"The most painful thing is over, you can endure it."

"It's alright..."

He kept patting He Yu on the back to comfort the extremely helpless boy at the moment.

This is him as a doctor, as the first emperor…

Even at this moment, he felt that this was what he should do as Xie Qingcheng.

"He Yu, don't give up."

There is hope.

As long as you are alive, as long as you never give in, there is still hope for you and me, we...