Lu Shaoxin's sharp treasure: Ma'am, good night!

There are quite a few people they can use under their command, but none who can injure Yan so badly.

I don't even know if 'those people' will be like Nightmare, have any special powers, if they are discovered, wouldn't they scare the snake away?

Lu Zong quickly thought of this. He couldn't help but took out a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He didn't hear anything on the phone for a long time, knowing that he was annoying, Ji Heng comforted: "At least he is still alive, and the hospital has sent someone to protect him, everything will be fine."

"What are the chances of waking up?"

Ji Heng's expression was quite serious, and he thought for a while before answering: "According to the physical fitness of a normal person, the chance is zero. But Yan is different. It is a miracle that he survived."

Lu Zong pressed his tongue against his cheeks, his eyes were as deep as ink: "So you are not sure whether he can wake up."

After getting an affirmative answer, he took down the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and said again: "I have a plan, maybe I can 'catch' the other party out."

"Ok?"

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone talking on the balcony.

Mo Qi opened her eyes and looked around, seeing that familiar tall figure from the back, her nervousness gradually relaxed.

As long as he is there, she is not afraid of anything.

She walked towards the man lightly, just when Lu Zong ended the call, he noticed the movement behind him, turned his head slightly, his handsome face was still tired.

Mo Qi suddenly felt distressed.

She knew that if something happened to Yan, Lu Zong might not necessarily suffer less than herself.

But she can cry and vent, but in order to comfort her and make her not afraid, he can only pretend to be calm.

Mo Qi wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes were slightly red.

Misunderstood, Lu Zong turned around and hugged her: "Don't be afraid, I will not leave your sight for half a step from now on."

Weeping silently, she hugged him even tighter.

The man's heart suddenly softened into a mess, wishing he could rub her into his body and carry her with him.

"Does your neck still hurt?"

Mo Qi shook her head.

In fact, it was very painful. Although the other party did not kill her, but the rope was made of special material, it could not help but draw bloodstains, and also abraded the delicate skin on her neck.

She really thought she was going to die at the time, but she didn't know why, the other party didn't kill to silence her.

"Lu Zong, you said Yan is not dead, will those people come again?"

The man's eyes flickered, and he didn't want to discuss this issue to deepen her fear: "Hey, leave the nightmare to me, don't think about it. What you have to do now is to heal the injury on your neck, otherwise I will feel bad."

She lay on his chest and didn't refute.

Upon hearing the news that her best friend was injured, Han Jiahui rushed to the villa as soon as school was over.

Seeing the bandage on Mo Qi's neck, her eyes turned red in fright: "Who actually hurt you and Yan so badly, did you catch him?"

With her accompanying Mo Qi, Lu Zong said, "I'm downstairs, call me if you need something."

Then considerately help them close the door.

As soon as he left, Han Jiahui touched the bandage on Mo Qi's neck distressedly, and tears came out: "Is it very painful? It scared me to death. If I had known that I would ask Ji Heng to take you home, I wouldn't have come out." This kind of thing."

Mo Qi wiped her tears with a tissue: "I didn't cry, why are you crying, senior Ji should feel distressed later."

She just loves to cry, not to mention that my best friend almost died, she is going to be scared to death, okay?

Han Jiahui asked again: "Has the person who hurt you been caught?"

Seeing her best friend shaking her head, she became nervous: "Even Young Master Lu can't find the murderer?"

Mo Qi nodded sadly.

In fact, after waking up, she felt as if she had forgotten a very important clue, but she couldn't remember it anyway.

Just like when Mi Lai was beaten by Zhao Wei's people, Mo Qi only had a vague impression of how her hand was injured, but the memory was not deep.

Is this a mental illness?

"Jiahui, did Senior Ji send you here?"

"Well, he's downstairs, maybe he's talking about it with Senior Lu."

Mo Qi said: "I have something to ask Senior Ji, let's go down."

Han Jiahui froze for a moment, nodded and followed.

Hearing the symptoms Mo Qi talked about, Ji Heng was very surprised. He turned his head to look at his brother's heavy face, swallowed his throat, and said, "Although I am omnipotent in medicine, I am sure I can't do everything with my professional level." Very fine, I only vaguely remember that there seems to be a disease called post-traumatic stress disorder."

Lu Zong's face was serious: "What do you mean?"

Han Jiahui also looked at him nervously, does this mean that Qiqi has a mental illness?
Looking at their anxious eyes, Ji Heng cleared his throat: "This disease is not very serious. Post-traumatic stress disorder refers to mental disorders that appear within a few months to six months after suffering a strong or catastrophic traumatic event. obstacle."

Finding that they didn't seem to understand, Ji Heng said, "Let me be concise, that is, after Mo Qi suffered pain and hurt that she didn't want to face, she selectively forgot a certain memory at that time."

Mo Qi's face turned slightly pale: "Yes, last time I hurt my hand, but I can't remember how it hurt."

"That's right, because you care about your hand very much, and you can't accept the fact that it can no longer draw. You feel pain and choose to forget how it was injured."

Lu Zong: "So she may have seen something last night, but because Yan's injury stimulated her too much, her subconscious mind evasively forgot about it?"

Ji Heng nodded: "It's possible. Didn't Mo Qi herself say that she seems to have forgotten a very important clue?"

Another anxious voice sounded: "Then how can we restore Qiqi's memory?"

"Go to a psychiatrist. I'm not good at this, so I can't help her."

Lu Zong remained silent.

If that memory made Mo Qi feel painful, he would rather she not remember it than to have her bear great pressure to recall the painful things.

But Mo Qi obviously didn't think so.

She nodded without hesitation: "Well, I'm going to see a psychiatrist."

Lu Zong: "..."

In order to find useful clues earlier and prevent the other party from attacking Yan again, Mo Qi and Han Jiahui went upstairs to pack their things.

She is going to the hospital for psychological treatment now.

Looking at her back, Lu Zong clenched his cheeks with deep eyes, and his facial muscles tensed up: "Why do you have stress disorder?"

Ji Heng thought for a while, then replied: "This...may be related to her living environment, or it may be related to some of her previous experiences. I can't give you an accurate answer."

"Zongzi, since what happened before, it's useless for you to blame yourself, after all, you weren't with Mo Qi at that time. Just start protecting her now so that she doesn't get worse."

Lu Zong wanted to smoke, but he didn't want Mo Qi to smell the smoke, so he could only continue to be irritable.

But he...

So distressed.