After rebirth, the brothers cried for forgiveness

s city hospital.

Two women wearing masks and gorgeous clothes squeezed past the patient with a cane and entered the elevator first.

He didn't care that the patient with crutches hadn't come in yet, so he frantically pressed the door button.

A little boy couldn't help but said: "Auntie, the uncle outside hasn't come in yet."

Si's mother glared at the little boy: "Don't mind your own business. Didn't you see that we were in a hurry?"

After saying that, he directly blocked the door, stopping the people outside from wanting to come in.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the little boy moved his mouth, feeling a little unhappy, but the woman behind him pressed his shoulder and whispered a reminder.

"Xiaoyan, forget it, don't forget that grandpa is still waiting for you to bring him medicine."

The little boy was unwilling: "But..."

The woman shook her head at him, and the little boy finally endured it.

When the elevator arrived at the inpatient floor, Si's mother pulled Si Mianmian out of the elevator. She happened to meet a nurse. Si's mother took the person and asked: "Nurse, which ward Si Zewen lives in?"

The nurse looked at the two of them and asked, "Who are you?"

Si Zewen is a celebrity, so the nurse is worried that these two people are crazy fans, so they dare not reveal the ward number directly.

Si Mianmian said in a soft voice: "Sister nurse, we are Si Zewen's family."

The nurse pointed in the direction dubiously, "Over there, room five."

The mother and daughter quickened their pace in the direction. The nurse shook her head and muttered, "They are family members of celebrities, and they didn't even say thank you."

In Ward No. 5, the doctor was re-examining Si Zewen.

"The physical data are all normal. Mr. Si, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?" It was the first time for the doctor to meet such a patient, and he was really helpless.

Si Zewen shook his head a little irritably: "No, I'm fine. Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Second brother, why don't you go to that variety show?" Si Zehuai didn't sleep all night, and now he was staring at the two dark circles under his eyes, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.

He just wanted Si Zewen to lie here obediently and give him a chance to rest instead of continuing to toss.

Just yesterday, Si Zewen was going to fly to City S to participate in a variety show. Because the studio was idled, Si Zewen now has nothing. The lawsuit with Gaomei is still going on, and he doesn’t know when he can get it. Give back everything that belongs to him.

With no agent or assistant, Si Zehuai, who had not driven a fast car for a long time, volunteered to drive Si Zewen to City S.

Unexpectedly, yesterday on the highway, Si Zehuai had not had enough fun driving. After Si Zewen made a phone call, he suddenly went crazy.

Yes, just like before, he went crazy, talked nonsense, cried and laughed, just like a madman.

In desperation, Si Zehuai had no choice but to stop at the gas station, knock Si Zewen unconscious, and then take him to the hospital in City S.

Si Zewen struggled all night last night, and as the only family member around him, Si Zehuai also struggled with everything throughout the night.

It was not until Si Zehuai almost fell asleep that Si Zewen woke up and returned to normal. Si Zehuai called the doctor for a re-examination.

"Ah Huai, do you know what's going on with me now? My studio has been taken over! My resources have been hollowed out, and now all I have is this variety show."

In fact, Si Zewen was not that miserable, but "Leisure Time" was the fastest and best way for him to come back after his adventure in Country T.

"But what are you going to do now? What if you suddenly go crazy again?"

Si Zehuai was worried and irritable. He didn't have to take care of anything before, but now he had to take care of everything!

When the word "crazy" was mentioned, Si Zewen's face suddenly turned ugly.

"I will control myself!"

"How do you control it? If you can control it, why did you suddenly go crazy after receiving a phone call yesterday?"

Seeing that the two brothers were about to quarrel, the doctor quickly dissuaded them: "Calm down, you two. This is a hospital. Keep your voice down so as not to disturb other patients."

Si Zehuai waved his hand and stopped talking. Si Zewen also turned to look at the bed and closed his mouth.

From what the two brothers just said, the doctor actually had a guess in his mind.

He asked: "Does Mr. Si's illness have any pattern?"

Si Zewen recalled that he could not remember anything. In fact, he had no memory of what he said or did after he became ill. It was as if he was completely occupied by another person.

The doctor reminded: "For example, the weather? The time? Or some obviously unique sounds or images?"

Si Zewen looked at Si Zehuai, who recalled: "No, it just happened suddenly and out of nowhere."

"Actually, I suspect that Mr. Si has post-traumatic stress disorder. He will have a stress reaction under certain stimulation."

"Does the name count?" Si Zehuai suddenly asked.

The doctor nodded: "Forget it. There are many cases where victims will have a stress reaction when they hear the name of the perpetrator."

Si Zehuai looked at Si Zewen complicatedly, "Second brother, what has Si Nian done to you? I remember that when you called yesterday, you mentioned Si Nian, and then you suddenly went crazy."

Si Zewen rolled his eyes: "You mentioned it now, why am I okay?"

"Yes." Si Zehuai looked at the doctor again, "Doctor, is it possible to be stressed sometimes and not stressed sometimes?"

The doctor shook his head and nodded: "Any situation may happen, and further observation is needed. My suggestion is that Mr. Si do another full-body examination, and it is best to find a psychiatrist for examination."

Si Zewen shook his head and got out of bed to put on his shoes.

"No need, I will control myself." Whether it was because he was afraid of medical treatment or because he was overconfident, Si Zewen didn't want to waste any more time on seeing a doctor.

The doctor took out a business card: "This is the business card of one of my senior brothers. He has just returned from abroad. He is a very powerful psychiatrist. If you need it, you can go to him."

Si Zewen didn't answer it. Si Zehuai took the business card and stuffed it directly into Si Zewen's bag. The doctor turned and left.

"Second brother, you'd better find an assistant or a new agent quickly." The implication was that he didn't want to have to deal with Si Zewen's affairs.

Si Zewen suppressed the irritability in his heart and couldn't express what he felt.

Nowadays, he has long lost the pride he once had, and is reduced to asking his younger brother to take care of him.

"I will look for him. I'm sorry to bother you during this time." His tone softened a lot, and the bond between the two brothers was still very strong.

"You should take a good rest if you are sick!" Simu's voice suddenly sounded at the door.

The two brothers looked together and saw Si Mu and Si Mianmian walking in.

Si's mother pulled down her mask and couldn't hide her worry when she saw the tired faces of her two sons.

"You two, you two have only been working for one day, so why did you end up like this?"

The two brothers were moved for a while, thinking that Si Mu and Si Mianmian were here to care about them.

As a result, the next second, Si Mu said: "Ah Huai, you should take Awen to see a psychiatrist to cure the disease first."

Si Zewen: "I'm not sick!"

"I just heard what the doctor said! Mental illness is also a disease!"

Si Mianmian also persuaded in a worried tone: "Second brother, you'd better go see a doctor first, otherwise my parents and I will be worried."

Si's mother continued: "You don't have to worry about the variety show. Let your sister participate in it for you."

"What?" Si Zewen suspected that he heard wrongly and looked at Si's mother in disbelief.

Si Mu glared at him: "What's your expression? You can't go, so it's for your own good to let Mianmian go for you! You can't give up the opportunity to outsiders, right?"

"That's it." Si's mother picked up the phone from the hospital bed and handed it to Si Zewen, "Call the director of the variety show and tell him that you are sick and can't go. Your sister will go for you and ask the director to make preparations. ”

Si Zewen held the mobile phone and lowered his eyes, full of complex colors.

"Why are you so stunned? Hurry up, we're running out of time."