After rebirth, I want to stay away from bamboo horses

The doctor didn't expect that the handsome guy in front of him, a tall and tough man, would make him cry just by saying a few words about him.

The doctor quickly patted Zhang Beining's arm to comfort him: "Hey, don't cry. I didn't scold you, right? You're a big man, why are you crying?"

"It's all my fault. It's me who made him feel so miserable. It's all my fault..." The alcohol seemed to be on his mind again, and Zhang Beining cried uncontrollably.

"Hey, okay, okay, don't cry. Come in and see him." The doctor was helpless. Looking at Zhang Beining's unsteady walking, he didn't know how he had brought the patient all the way in. The doctor was half-supporting him. He led Zhang Beining to the ward, "Stop crying, we will disturb other patients later."

"Doctor, move him to a separate VIP ward. He is not used to living in a room with others." Zhang Beining stopped crying and said.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell someone to send him a separate ward. Stop crying and come with me." After the doctor said, he led Zhang Beining to the separate ward. Lu Mingyu on the other side was also moved from the ordinary room by the nurse. The ward was pushed to the VIP ward.

Lu Mingyu was hanging from the water, and now he was lying on the hospital bed with a calm face, his pale lips without a trace of blood.

Zhang Beining stayed at Lu Mingyu's bedside, gently stroking Lu Mingyu's hair, feeling extremely distressed.

He fearfully grasped Lu Mingyu's hand in his palm and put it against his face. Feeling the warmth of Lu Mingyu's hand, he felt more at ease.

Didn't I say it well?

Why is my health so bad?

Don't you usually take good care of yourself?

Didn't your foreign boyfriend take good care of you?

Zhang Beining's eyes were full of distress, and when he looked at Lu Mingyu, his eyes turned red again.

Here, Qin Shuo opened his eyes in a daze and found that he was lying sideways on the cold ground, with his hands behind his back and being handcuffed by metal handcuffs, unable to break free. There was a dull pain in the knee, which must have been from that kick. My neck also hurts, and my arms hurt, as if they had been pricked by needles.

He struggled to sit up with his arms and looked around by the dim light of the chandelier overhead.

The room is quite big, with a 1.5-meter-wide door currently closed. There are some easels, picture frames, and paint buckets stacked in one corner of the door, and a pile of various books in the other corner, most of which are comic books. . In the cabinet directly opposite the door, there are many ceramic works of different shapes on display, with unique shapes and unique charm.

Qin Shuo looked around and saw no sign of Zhen Xin. He was very anxious. He didn't know where Ling Yun had taken Zhen Xin. What was Zhen Xin's condition now?

He searched around irritably, but couldn't find anything useful. He couldn't remove the handcuffs or open the door. He was extremely depressed.

Just when he was so anxious that he wanted to kick the door open, there were footsteps outside the room. He quickly lay down on the ground and narrowed his eyes to look at the door warily, ready to wait for someone to come in and wait for an opportunity.

As soon as the door opened, a heavy object was thrown in with a "clang" sound. Qin Shuo was about to get up when the door quickly closed again.

Qin Shuo was furious because he missed the opportunity. He kicked his legs to sit up and saw clearly that what was thrown in was not a heavy object, but Zhen Xin, who looked a little pale!

At this moment, Zhen Xin was lying weakly on the ground.

Qin Shuo quickly moved over: "Xin Xin, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Zhen Xin opened her eyes and saw Qin Shuo, and said weakly: "I'm fine."

"The ground is cold, let me help you up." Seeing that Zhen Xin's hands were also handcuffed, Qin Shuo turned sideways, supporting Zhen Xin with his shoulders and arms, and slowly raised his upper body, half leaning on his arms.

Zhen Xin happened to have a itchy throat and coughed softly a few times.

Qin Shuo asked distressedly: "What did they do to you? Where did they hit you? I'm going to settle the score with them!"

Zhen Xin's head was a little dizzy: "No, they didn't beat me. They just tied me to the instrument table and took several tubes of blood from me. In addition, I didn't have time to eat dinner, so now I'm a little dizzy due to low blood sugar. Panic, I have to take it easy."

"Oh, okay, would it be better if you lean closer to me?"

Zhen Xin nodded, thinking that Qin Shuo had been injected with some kind of injection and fell unconscious. Seeing that Qin Shuo was safe and sound and still full of energy, he was temporarily relieved.

It was just that his hands were handcuffed behind his back and he couldn't move. He was very uncomfortable. He could only lean on Qin Shuo with one shoulder and press Qin Shuo's thighs with both hands for support.

Qin Shuo saw Zhen Xin's hand move and press his thigh, but couldn't move away. His fair wrists were red and swollen. He suddenly thought of something and said: "Xin Xin, help me take out the wallet from my trouser pocket. Come to think of it, there is a hairpin inside, maybe I can try to use it to unlock the handcuffs."

In times of crisis, there is nothing to avoid suspicion.

Zhen Xin calmed down, and groped Qin Shuo's thighs with her hands behind her. She accidentally touched his strong thigh muscles, then raised them a little to avoid them, and finally touched a bump that looked like a wallet: "It's over here. ?"

Qin Shuo watched Zhen Xin's "rebellious" hand touch through the fabric of his pants, and almost touched it... He couldn't help but blush on his face, coughed twice and said "hmm".

Zhen Xin couldn't see it, so she could only rely on her feelings. Finally, she calmed down and took her wallet out of her trouser pocket.

Qin Shuo saw that Zhen Xin was sweating on his forehead: "You are tired. Take a break and I will do the rest."

Zhen Xin nodded, straightened up and sat down on his knees.

Qin Shuo turned his hand sideways and used his little flexibility to reach for the wallet on the ground.

With the hand behind his back, he opened the folded wallet by memory, then unzipped the innermost wallet and took out a silver hairpin.

Zhen Xin glanced at it. The hairpin was very ordinary. There were no pendants on it, and the silver surface had been oxidized and turned black.

Qin Shuo had just looked at the handcuffs on Zhen Xin's hands. There was a keyhole in the middle: "Xin Xin, let me try to untie it for you first."

Qin Shuo said, turning around, and Zhen Xin also moved a little so that Qin Shuo could reach his handcuffs.

Qin Shuo touched the keyhole, pushed the hairpin in, and fiddled with it for a while. I'm not an expert at picking locks, and even after trying for a long time, it didn't work. Isn't it always possible to unlock the door by just messing around on TV? Qin Shuo was confused, but still trying.

Zhen Xin could feel the eager movements of Qin Shuo's hands, and the silver hairpin clicked as it poked the metal keyhole, but there seemed to be no progress.

Zhen Xin turned her head and looked behind her, and accidentally glanced at the open wallet on the ground, which contained a particularly familiar photo.

He took a closer look and saw that the person in the photo was none other than himself, dancing in the Pure Land at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting that day! ?

How is this going?

Why does Qin Shuo have this photo?