Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 190 My husband is sick (14)

Grandmother of the Luo family: "That's okay, a liar is a puppy."

As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers, the wrinkled hand was clenched into a fist, and the little finger was bent out of shape.

Qiyue sighed silently, "Grandma, you are so naive."

She was disgusted, but Qiyue smiled and flirted with Luo's grandmother.

After pulling, the grandmother of the Luo family was as happy as a child, and moved to Qiyue's side.

After looking at her quietly for a while, he whispered again, "Grandmother doesn't want to bother you, it's just that grandma is old and likes you the most, she wants to stay by her side to see more."

Yue has been fair since Xiao Luo, and looked like a doll when she was two or three years old.

Long eyelashes and big eyes, big amber eyes are clean and pure, making people want to give her all the stars when they see it.

The new generation of the Luo family is all boys. Although the children of the Luo family are not skinny, the grandmother of the Luo family prefers soft and soft girls.

After Luo Qiyue was born, he actually stayed in the old house all the time. He started to remember things when he was three or four years old, and then the big house took him back.

She was so reluctant, the princess dresses she made in her free time were all taken away by the eldest room.

Although after that, I didn't have much time to see my precious granddaughter, but my granddaughter gets close to me every year.

Until I got older and older, although the house I lived in was big, it was always too deserted.

She always felt that there was a little chatter around her, and she was happy in her heart.

Naturally, only Luo Qiyue is the liveliest of the Luo family.

I can hold her hand and ask [-] whys in an afternoon.

After asking and asking, although she explained countless times, she was happy.

"Then grandma, I will stay with you in the old house." Qiyue said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hugged by someone.

Qiao Yimo's voice was clear and pleasant: "Grandmother, if you want to stay at Qiao's house, I will pick you up in two days."

The grandmother of the Luo family looked at the young man in front of her, how could she not know what he was thinking.

Immediately laughed, "No, I was just joking. The old house is very big, so there is no need to squeeze with you young people."

She looked at Qiyue again, "Baby girl, since you are married to Qiao's family, don't make trouble in the future."

Qiyue nodded, "Yeah, I know."

After dinner, we stayed overnight in the old house.

The next day, Qiyue said goodbye to Luo's grandmother and Luo's father and Luo's mother, and went to a high-end clinic.

Looking at the case list in black and white in his hand, Qiao Yimo was a little nervous.

Qiyue felt that the palms of the man holding her were sweaty, and she couldn't help joking, "Why, it's all here at the door, are you afraid that you can do it like this?"

Qiao Yimo squeezed her hand, "I'm just afraid, I can do it."

"Hey, don't be afraid, and you don't get injections." Qiyue rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Are you afraid of injections?"

Qiao Yimo pinched the center of his brows, wanting to laugh, "I'm not afraid of what your little head is thinking."

It's just that the situation is not optimistic.

After all, he himself is aware of his illness, and he also understands it very well.

That kind of madness will make him not like himself.

He was afraid that he would become a pervert.

Kiyue reached out to straighten his face, letting him look at her.

"So, do you feel that your state has stabilized a lot recently?"

Qiao Yimo nodded, "It's stable."

At least not recently.

Qiyue pursed her lips, "That's it, don't be afraid."

Qiao Yimo hummed, looked at the door in front of her, and stretched out her hand to push it open.

"wait for me."

"it is good."

An hour later, the door opened.

But it wasn't Qiao Yimo who came out, but a doctor in a white coat.

The doctor had an ordinary appearance, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of calm and composed eyes looked towards the corridor for a moment, and finally fell on Qiyue.

With a formulaic smile on his face, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Qiao's wife?"

Kiyue stood up, "Yes, how is my husband now?"

The doctor frowned, "It doesn't seem very optimistic."

"What?" Qiyue looked at him in astonishment.

Is it that serious?

For some reason, she felt a sense of guilt.

I always feel that Qiao Yimo's current appearance is caused by her.

The doctor led Qiyue in and said as he walked, "Mr. Qiao seems to be suffering from schizophrenia. It hasn't been long, less than a month. Did Mr. Qiao suffer any stimulation before?"

Split personality?

Starting month: "."

What the hell did this f*cking body do for half a year to make a person mentally ill?

She confirmed it with the doctor, "Is it really a split personality?"

However, split personality, not for a long time is not so serious.

"Yes, the other personality has violent tendencies." The doctor said.

He thought for a while, and added, "It will subconsciously tear up everything around it, destructive."

As he spoke, he turned sideways, allowing Qiyue to see the tragedy inside.

On the white hospital bed lay a pale man.

But it also added a different kind of color to him.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.

And the sheets and quilts under him were all torn into pieces by him, and a strand was pinched in his palm.

Qiyue suddenly became a little scared.

Falling asleep at night, why can't I be turned into minced meat?

The doctor sighed, "If the bed wasn't made of iron, he probably would have torn it down."

The voice just fell.

There was a click, and the sound of metal breaking clearly echoed in the quiet office.

The two turned their heads quickly, and saw the man's brows were full of violence.

And in his hand, he was pinching the metal bedpost above his head.

The bedpost was broken at this moment, and the other end slowly hung down and landed on the head of the bed.

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The air seemed to be quieter.

Except for the sound of metal steel bars falling slowly, not even the sound of shallow breathing can be heard.

Qiyue stared at the doctor with wide eyes.

This person can't be a crow's mouth.

Knowing what Qiyue meant, the doctor immediately shut up, he had a headache.

Qiao Yimo is currently in a deep sleep, unwilling to wake up, he really has nothing to do.

After a while, he pulled Qiyue out the door, "I don't think he may be sick."

Instead, it mutated.

This patient can break iron with bare hands.

If you really think you are a big pliers, you must be able to pinch one by one.

Qiyue said that he had nothing to say, and silently cast aside the quack doctor in front of him, even if he was ill.

But thinking of the scene just now, she felt a little cold behind her for no reason.

If he was fast asleep, wouldn't Qiao Yimo pinching her head be the same as pinching a tomato?

Terrible, really terrible.

When Qiao Yimo woke up, Qiyue's complexion was not very good.

Worried, "what's the matter, you don't feel well?"

Thinking of the picture echoing in her mind, Qiyue showed a pale face.

"It's okay." It's just that I don't feel very comfortable.

Qiao Yimo didn't believe it, and put his hand on Qiyue's forehead, and found that his body temperature was normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up at the time, it was already afternoon, Qiao Yimo was a little surprised, "I've been asleep for so long?"

(End of this chapter)