Regardless of the wound on his hand, Xiyu immediately got up and ran to Ruan Peichen's side, and helped him up.

Ruan Peichen sat on the bed, glanced down, and saw a bright red, his pupils constricted suddenly.

Ruan Peichen grabbed Xiyu's hand with his backhand, and pulled it over. Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his arm was bleeding a lot because it was pierced by the glass just now.

The bright red blood flowed down the arm, which was set off by the snow-white skin, making it more eye-catching and dazzling.

Seeing the sweat on Ruan Peichen's forehead, Xiyu hurriedly said, "My hand is fine, it just looks bloody..."

But Ruan Peichen suddenly raised his head, stared at Xiyu and said, "Do you know that you are bleeding..."

West Elm blinked, a little confused by Ruan Peichen's abnormality.

Didn't he care about her bleeding and injury?
Ruan Peichen grabbed Xiyu's arm, his eyes seemed to see only a piece of bright red for a moment, his white arm, and black hair were all soaked in the bright red blood.

The stomach pain became more severe, but apart from the stomach pain, Ruan Peichen's hands were gradually shaking, and his breathing became difficult.

When West Elm realized this, Ruan Peichen's facial features were already entangled with pain and fear.

"Ruan Peichen, wake up, Ruan Peichen, let go of my hand first... Do you find it difficult to breathe, close your eyes!"

Ruan Peichen's strength was great, and the strength of the injury almost broke Xiyu's wrist. Xiyu was in pain, but he couldn't break Ruan Peichen's hand.

Ruan Peichen's current appearance is clearly ill.

She knew that Ruan Peichen suffered from PTSD from Jessia before, but so far... Except for the one time he suspected of suffering from an illness seven years ago, Ruan Peichen has never shown the slightest problem in front of her.

but now……

West Elm suspected that he was falling ill, Ruan Peichen's hands were shaking too much, and he lowered his head, his face tensed in pain, showing fear, but Ruan Peichen would never be afraid.

Unless he is caught in some kind of memory and scene that frightened him in the past, if he is not awakened in time, the consequences will be hard to say.

But what was it that made him sick?

Stomach pain...or...

West Elm slowly shifted her gaze to her hand and the broken glass on the ground. Because of some movement, the blood on her hand was blurred and scattered, and it looked like one arm was covered in blood, which was very terrifying.

"Ruan Peichen, Ruan Peichen!"

West Elm called Ruan Peichen twice, and searched in Ruan Peichen's suit pocket, but did not find any medicine that could relieve Ruan Peichen's symptoms.

In the end, Xielm had no choice but to knock Ruan Peichen down on the bed, and then covered Ruan Peichen's eyes with his other hand.

Close to Ruan Peichen's ear, Xiyu bit open the collar of Ruan Peichen's shirt with his teeth, and said to Ruan Peichen out of breath, "I'm Nie Xiyu, Ruan Peichen... Do you still remember that on the day you and I got married, I wore What color is your wedding dress... white, it's white, not red..."

West Elm is studying psychology, but at the beginning, because she had psychological problems, many clinics did not accept her to work, so she could only do odd jobs in those clinics.

Later, her illness did not recur for more than two years. After she successfully graduated from medical school, she began to formally contact patients with psychological problems. However, West Elm has very little contact with patients with post-traumatic sequelae. She is afraid that it will affect to her own illness.

So at this moment, she suddenly met Ruan Peichen with a problem, and her mind was confused for a while. She couldn't think of how to relieve Ruan Peichen's symptoms, so she could only use the most stupid way to divert Ruan Peichen's attention...

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