After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Fu Jincheng was silent for two seconds, and then he gave an extremely serious answer to the death of the computer:

"It has completed its most important mission, and its death now is a worthy one."

"I will take care of its funeral."

For example, we will never throw it into the trash or sell it to a recycling station. Instead, we will dismantle the hard drive inside and then crush it.

Wen Yinuo had long been accustomed to his brother's serious nonsense.

Fu Jincheng himself didn't care, so it was even less likely that he would care about the computer that completed its mission and died heroically.

The boy withdrew his gaze, and his thoughts instantly went through all the things he had experienced in his past and present lives.

The good and the bad.

Clear, blurry.

Worth remembering, not worth remembering.

The last thing my memory freezes on is my 20th birthday, when I jumped off the cliff and saw Wen Jian’s gentle smile and kind and amiable face.

It was the last tenderness Wen Yinuo felt in his previous life.

And in the boy's sight, the last bit of tenderness gradually blurred and disappeared, until another face became clear from blurry and replaced it.

That was Fu Jincheng's slightly shy and unnatural smile.

The young man’s smile was completely different from the gentle and tolerant smile of his mother in his memory, but it made Wen Yinuo feel a brightness he had never felt before.

It was as if a veil that had been covering his eyes was lifted, allowing him to see clearly the path he had walked and the path he was about to take.

The road I have walked is full of thorns, and my own flesh and blood are hanging on the thorns.

Although the specific appearance of the future road is still unclear, what is completely different from before is that there is another person waiting for me by the roadside.

Wen Yinuo believed for no reason that with that person's company, even if his legs had not healed from walking through thorns, he could move towards the future little by little.

Although this time may be long, it doesn’t matter.

He will stick to it.

"Brother." After a few seconds of silence, the boy raised his head and smiled brightly and beautifully, "Let's go to the hospital."

"I want to...heal myself."

Although most of the time, he looks no different from a normal person.

But Wen Yinuo knew very well that it was just on the surface.

Once he sees the people and things related to those four years again, he still can't control himself.

But it shouldn't be.

It wasn't his fault, so why should he be affected for the rest of his life and live in those shadows?

When Fu Jincheng heard Wen Yinuo's initiative to ask for treatment, he was not as excited as he was the first time and agreed immediately.

Instead, after thinking carefully, he looked at Wen Yinuo solemnly: "Xiaobao, are you sure?"

Even though he is not a professional psychologist, after spending some time with him, he can tell that behind Wen Yinuo's seeming improvement, he is actually escaping.

Fu Jincheng didn't think there was anything wrong with escaping.

If Wen Yinuo can maintain his current state just by escaping, then the worst that can happen is that he will just escape for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to see Wen Yinuo forced to recall the painful past because of treatment.

Anyway, he will protect Wen Yinuo well and not let those who have bullied the boy have the chance to approach him again.

Wen Yinuo was stunned for several seconds, then smiled softly:

"Brother, I am now more sober and rational than ever before."

"I'm going."

Whether for the sake of those who care about him or for himself.

Wen Yinuo will definitely go.

Fu Jincheng's eyes were filled with sadness. He looked at the boy's serious expression and nodded in agreement:

"it is good."

Three days later, the doctor, who had received a seven-figure salary from Fu Jincheng more than half a month ago, was once again hit with a seven-figure sum by Fu Jincheng.

But this time, he did not go to the general hospital, but went to another hospital that specializes in treating patients with mental and psychological illnesses.

The doctor was very happy to receive the seven-digit figure. Seeing Fu Jincheng still had the heart to joke, he asked, "Have you done a good job of psychological work on your brother so quickly?"

Fu Jincheng shook his head: "He decided to come."

Wen Yinuo has suffered enough, and he will not force Wen Yinuo to do something he doesn't want to do in the name of "for your own good."

The doctor nodded to show that he understood and had a new idea about the treatment plan.

He looked at Fu Jincheng, and his expression suddenly softened: "Okay, call your brother in."

Fu Jincheng stood up, walked out the door and saw the young man waiting outside who had just clicked on a new level of Candy Crush without saying a word.

He turned and went into the consulting room, told the doctor that he would have to wait for a while, then stood behind Wen Yinuo again and watched the young man pass this stage before he called him into the consulting room.

As soon as he sat down in the treatment room, Wen Yinuo looked up at Fu Jincheng and said, "Brother, get out."

Fu Jincheng didn't want to go out, pointing to a corner behind the door, trying to negotiate:

"Brother, can I just stay there and not say anything? Can I not go out?"

Wen Yinuo was indifferent and unmoved: "No."

"get out."

He didn't want Fu Jincheng to see his miserable side, nor did he want Fu Jincheng to hear about the dirty things he had experienced in the past.

He hopes that he will always be that young and cheerful boy in Fu Jincheng's heart.

Fu Jincheng couldn't persuade Wen Yinuo and left the clinic in a depressed mood.

Fortunately, they were in the hospital, so Fu Jincheng paid a little attention to his image.

If this happened in a private clinic or other private place, he would definitely use the same tricks he uses at home and lie on the door and eavesdrop like a pervert.

I was not in the clinic right now, so I couldn't eavesdrop. For more than three hours, Fu Jincheng's heart had been beating up and down without stopping.

More than once, Fu Jincheng regretted his miscalculation.

If he had known this earlier, he would have secretly placed a few eavesdropping devices under the sofa and table when he was talking to the doctor about Wen Yinuo's basic condition.

Alas, it was a miscalculation, a real miscalculation.

After Wen Yinuo sighed for who knows how many times for his miscalculation and worry, the door of the clinic finally opened.

Fu Jincheng stood up instantly and saw the solemn expression on the doctor's face, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Doctor, my little treasure...?"

The doctor quickly glanced around, and after confirming that he and Fu Jincheng were the only ones around, he sat down on the chair opposite Fu Jincheng.

"It's not optimistic." The doctor opened his mouth and stabbed Fu Jincheng in the heart.

Fu Jincheng's voice was shaking like a human, with a guilty conscience that he himself hadn't even noticed: "What do you mean?"

"Xiaobao is much better now than when I first met him. How can I not be optimistic?!"

The doctor sighed heavily:

"I understand your feelings, family member."

"But you should know something about the patient's actual condition, right?"

Fu Jincheng kept his mouth shut and didn't respond or refute.

The doctor was not annoyed. He had seen many strange patients' families before, and the one in front of him was considered good.

He adjusted his sitting position and continued:

"The patient seems to have improved to a certain extent and is willing to take the initiative to receive treatment, but in fact, his subconscious defenses are still very strong."

"This kind of preparedness has a tendency to continue to intensify."