The correct posture of gratitude

"Hahaha... Really? Did you elope with him just like that?"

After Chu Yan took a shower and opened the door to go out, he heard Fang Yu's surprised and hearty laughter in the living room.

What he said was so attractive that Chu Yan hurried over and put his ear to the phone to listen together.

Fang Yu raised his arms and adjusted his posture so that he could lean on him comfortably: "I really want to go back and see An Zhiyuan's face, it must be very beautiful."

After laughing, he asked over there for news: "Then how is his health? Is he okay after seeing you?"

Chu Yan heard Lin Cheng's voice through the receiver near his ear: "He's not well, he's in another room, he's always been a little delirious, talking nonsense. I asked a doctor to see him, but the effect wasn't very good. Well, I want to ask you guys..."

"I'll tell him..." Chu Yan wanted to get up to get the phone by himself, but Fang Yu hugged him, turned the phone's microphone around, and placed it next to his ear.

"I have already contacted a doctor with a good reputation and told him about An Ning's general situation. He inferred that An Ning should have undergone traumatic psychotherapy, which is why he had such painful physical reactions to some people or things. He It is said that in such a situation, you can try reverse therapy to stimulate the patient. I heard what he said is quite reliable, and it should be worth trying. What are your plans? Do you want to bring An Ning over?"

Over there, Lin Cheng pondered for a moment, and said, "It's better not to go to city A. Can you contact that doctor and ask him to come to city D? I can send someone to pick him up. Please ask him to mention the cost. As much as you want."

Chu Yan agreed.

**

Lin Cheng took the cable and walked out of the door, walked along the corridor to the door of the next room, and stopped there quietly, listening to the sounds in the room.

"Come in!" A weak voice said, "I feel better!"

Lin Cheng didn't move. That day he escaped from the Anjia Villa with An Ning on his back, and after joining the car that came to pick him up, he found that his back was soaked in sweat.An Ning's face was pale, and she had fallen into a coma.

In fact, he knew that he shouldn't follow his own will and take people away regardless.

Although An Ning was thin in the past, he was healthy.Seven years later, he was even thinner, lifeless and dull from the inside out.

Now, time and time again, he made him suffer from the pain of seeing himself and being close to him.

Lin Cheng asked himself, is it really right for him to love him this way?

But he couldn't control himself. After so many years of hard work and life-threatening struggle, isn't the purpose of returning to him again, letting him laugh and play coquettishly in his arms, and play with his temper?

If he can't be wanted, what's the point of all the hard work, waiting and patience he has done?

So, he took him away desperately, and then watched him curl up in pain, weak from vomiting, and tortured in a coma because he couldn't help but want to look at him, but couldn't look at him.

At this time, he said that he was better, so how could it be that he was really better?

"I found a doctor for you, and he will come soon. I'll meet you after he sees you, okay?" His tone was soft as if he was coaxing a kindergarten child.

An Ning couldn't help laughing, feeling a flower blooming deep in her heart.

What's so funny about that?He was puzzled, but he was inexplicably happy.

"Maybe, he really loved me before!" He thought quietly.

"What about me? Do I love him too?" He thought again, but when the figure of that person appeared in his mind, the annoying headache and churning nausea began to torment him like a naughty child again.

**

Dr. Chen has a cool name, but unfortunately he doesn't have the same cool appearance.

He was a short and fat man, but he smiled kindly and kindly, a bit like Maitreya Buddha who always smiled and had a big belly.

Such a look is of great help to his career, and patients can easily relax under his kind eyes.

An Ning is no exception. Of course, it may also be because he has the initiative to cooperate with the treatment.

Dr. Chen asked him about some basic physical and mental conditions, and then said: "I want to ask some questions that you may respond to more intensely, so that we can communicate more easily, and also so that I can learn more about your true thoughts. , I want to do a very simple semi-hypnosis for you. Don't worry, you won't fall asleep completely, and you won't lose consciousness, you are still you, if you don't want to, you can end it at any time, okay?"

Lin Cheng waited outside, feeling a little impatient, so he walked to the door and asked the subordinate guarding there for a cigarette.

"Brother Cheng, fire!" His subordinates graciously handed over the lighter, but Lin Cheng shook his head and didn't take it.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and bit the filter.

During the most difficult time of the seven years, he was inseparable from smoking and drinking. In the alcohol and smoke, he could properly release the emotions and longings that had been suppressed for a long time.

But now, his peace is in the room just across the wall.

So, he just drank it without smoking.

Maybe in the next moment, his young master would bounce out, jump into his arms, and pouted his lips with a light smile for him to kiss.

It took a long time for the first doctor-patient contact. When the door of the room opened and Dr. Chen came out, when Lin Cheng was about to go up to meet him, he realized that his legs were already a little numb and stiff.

Lin Cheng invited Dr. Chen to drink tea in the living room downstairs, and then stretched out his ears devoutly to listen.

Doctor Chen leisurely drank a whole teapot of tea, then parted his wide lips, narrowed his small eyes, and said to Lin Cheng in a leisurely manner: "He is very cooperative, and he accepted semi-hypnosis very quickly. It is estimated that he has received a lot of treatments in this area before."

Lin Cheng listened attentively, for fear of missing a word.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Chen stopped after saying this, frowned broadly, and stared at a place on the coffee table in a daze.

Lin Cheng followed his gaze and found nothing.

He still forced himself to hold his breath, he felt that Dr. Chen should be thinking.

The content of thinking must be related to An Ning's condition.

Sure enough, after a long time, Dr. Chen turned his head and said to Lin Cheng: "I have a bold treatment plan, but I need to carefully consider possible accidents and risks, and of course I need your cooperation..."

Lin Cheng naturally had no objections, and wanted to ask more questions, but Dr. Chen stood up: "I'll prescribe some medicine to help him recuperate..."

He stood up while talking, buried his head and walked outside the house.

Lin Cheng had someone send Dr. Chen to a hotel suite to rest.And cautiously went over to check An Ning's state.

He ate some nutritious porridge cooked by the cook, and fell into a deep sleep on the bed, as if the conversation with the psychiatrist had exhausted him.

Lin Cheng quietly walked in and looked at him for a while, then pulled the quilt for him, turned and went out the door.

Go back to the room where you live along the corridor, sit at the computer desk, and call up the video you have taken to watch.

In the video, An Ning sometimes opened his eyes and listened blankly to Dr. Chen's inquiry, and sometimes closed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself.

Lin Cheng dragged the video to the very beginning, and looked at it bit by bit without pulling each shot.

An Ning is hypnotized.

Dr. Chen put a photo in front of An Ning.

"Who is he?" asked the doctor.

An Ning showed panic and resistance. The doctor put away the photo and coaxed softly: "Okay, we won't look at him. Then can you tell me why we are afraid of him? He is not scary, and he doesn't have superhuman powers."

An Ning closed her eyes and furrowed her brows hard, as if she was still enduring the discomfort caused by the image in the photo just now.

"Forget about him...to live..." After a while, he murmured to the doctor's questioning.

Lin Cheng in front of the computer felt as if his chest had been hit hard, he raised his hand and bit his finger, trying to let the pain in his hand share the feeling of worrying about being cut by a knife.

Dr. Chen sorted out An Ning's fragmented words: "You mean, you have to forget about this person in order to survive, right?"

An Ning nodded painfully.

"Why? Would it be so painful to think of him?"

"Well," An Ning seemed to have found someone to confide in, and said intermittently: "It's very painful, I miss him, but I can't see him, and I don't know when he will come. He asked me to wait, and I waited for a long time. He never comes. I can't eat, I spit it out, I can't sleep, I wake up suddenly and I can't find him anywhere. I think he may be dead, just lying to me, lying to me to wait for him. I I feel very sad, I feel like I can’t wait another day, I always hear him calling me, but I can’t see him when I turn around, I’m dying of illness, but I still miss him very much. I think I should die I will be able to see him. But he said it himself, let me live and wait for him. I have no choice, I am afraid that he will not want to see me again, so I have to live, try my best to live, I live, maybe One day he will come back... To live, to forget him, to live..."

He paused and turned his words upside down, but Dr. Chen understood.

"So, how did you forget him?"

An Ning suddenly widened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Looking at the photos, I thought he would be shocked by electric shocks, induced to vomit, and punished with pain and pain. Forget about him, and the pain will stop..."

Lin Cheng buried his head in the crook of his arm, and pulled his hair vigorously.

Not enough pain, not enough to force back the tears that filled Budou's sleeves.