Forced to become his stand-in wife

The doctor sewed Ling Qiu up, and then helped him connect his two dislocated arms on his own initiative.

Ling Qiu couldn't eat, so he had to infuse nutritional injections. The doctor applied some alcohol on Ling Qiu's slender arm, and after two needles, the blood vessel was tied. Just as he was about to stick the tape, Ling Qiu tilted his head and opened his mouth, forcefully pulling out the needle come out.

The needle was crooked, and a hole was pierced sideways abruptly, blood flowed out on the spot, and after a while, the thin skin protruded red and swollen.

Do you want to starve to death if you jump off the building and die without infusion or food?

Ling Qiu's indifferent behavior undoubtedly irritated Qin Muyang, he lost control of his reason for a moment, and immediately raised his hand and slapped Ling Qiu across the face.

Ling Qiu fell headfirst into the pillow and remained motionless, the exposed half of his bluish-white face gradually turning red.

The doctor was taken aback by the side, and hurried forward to hold Qin Muyang, who was in a panic, and persuaded anxiously: "Mr. Qin, the patient is weak, you will kill him if you beat him like this!"

The word "death" was bitten so hard that Qin Muyang's heart almost stopped beating.

Qin Muyang touched Ling Qiu's face, his fingertips trembled a little, as if he was touching a fragile crystal doll.

"Be good at infusion, if you are disobedient, I can only tie you to the bed."

Ling Qiu's slapped face remained expressionless from the beginning to the end, not even the slightest fluctuation in expression, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he didn't look like a living person.

Qin Muyang had never seen such a lifeless Ling Qiu, obviously there was air in his nostrils and a heartbeat in his chest, but he felt as if he was already dead.

This feeling of inexplicable panic provoked the suppressed irritability in his heart.

Qin Muyang pinched Ling Qiu's chin and said: "What I said just now is not to tease you, child, that dog, Su Jiangbai, I can't do anything to you now that you are not in good health, but you care I won’t let any of them go, how about killing that dog first, wrapping the meat into wontons and feeding them into your mouth one by one?”

Ling Qiu's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were red, staring at him with hatred for the first time.

Qin Muyang is strong and patent, and the cruel words he utters are always what he says.

Ling Qiu really didn't expect that a person's heart can be so cold, no matter how much he covers it, he won't be able to cover it, and if he puts it in the palm of his hand, it will freeze his hand to death.

Ling Qiu saluted, and found that he was completely unable to break away from Qin Muyang's hand clamping his chin, so he lowered his chin forcefully, opened his mouth and bit Qin Muyang's hand fiercely.

Before the teeth had time to bite down, there was a sharp pain in the heart, which was a bit stronger than before.

As if a knife had been inserted abruptly, Ling Qiu immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. The warm blood wet Qin Muyang's back of his hand, dripped down along his fingertips, and landed on the white bedding. Like a red plum that blooms in winter.

Ling Qiu's teeth bumped against his flesh, but he still couldn't get his mouth out.

His heart hurt so badly that he didn't have the strength to bite.

Qin Muyang naturally knew why, it was nothing more than being manipulated by the love gu.

After Qin Muyang saw his bloody mess, he sneered: "If you can't let it go, let it go, so as not to be disgusting."

There was another fishy sweetness in his throat, but this time Ling Qiu swallowed it forcefully, looking down at the blood on the bed sheet.

When his baby was dug out of his stomach, there was blood everywhere, on the child's body and face.

Ling Qiu closed his eyes tightly, resisted the pain in his heart, and bit down hard, his sharp teeth bit into the flesh, and the salty smell of blood in his mouth became more and more intense.I don't know if the blood is his or Qin Muyang's, his heart hurts like hell, but Ling Qiu still doesn't let go of his mouth.

The doctor at the side came over and wanted to separate Ling Qiu, but he bit too hard to forcibly separate him, so he immediately ran out to get a tranquilizer, after injecting it, Ling Qiu's body softened and he slowly let go of his mouth.

"Mr. Qin, are you all right?"

Qin Muyang woke up suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he raised his right hand to look.

The right hand was covered with blood, and a row of deep tooth marks had sunk in on the back of the hand, and the flesh had been blurred and opened.

Qin Muyang's eyes suddenly darkened, he clearly felt Ling Qiu's cruelty, he really wanted him to die, that Ling Qiu who loved him like his life really wanted to bite him to death.

There was an uncontrollable pain in his heart.

The doctor said: "Mr. Qin, let me treat the wound for you."

Qin Muyang said "En.", looked at Ling Qiu who was in a coma and said, "Give him an infusion first."

"Okay." The doctor changed the needle again, and then carefully put the medicine on Ling Qiu.

When the doctor treated Qin Muyang's wound, he couldn't help talking: "Mr. Qin, the patient's mood is very unstable, and he may suffer from depression."

The doctor said it very euphemistically. In fact, Ling Qiu's current situation is not that he may suffer from depression, but that he has already suffered from it. He jumped off a building and went on a hunger strike. He refused to take medicine and wanted to bite someone.

"depression?"

"Well, it's a kind of mental illness, but it's much scarier than ordinary mental patients. Other mental patients can laugh and cry and seem to be in good spirits, while depressed patients are quiet. They only think about one thing in their minds, and that's how Die quickly."

Dr. Li suddenly remembered that one of his classmates was working in a mental hospital. When he went there, he complained to him about the bad environment there.

Later, after getting used to working, I talked to him about the various departments of the mental hospital, and the last thing he wanted to go to was depression.

He felt very strange at the time, so he asked him why?Depressed patients have intelligence, so they don't have to worry about it.

That's what his classmates said at the time.

"After staying in a mental hospital for a long time, I feel that those mental patients are also very interesting. When they are emotional, they can cry, laugh, and talk together. As for the depression area, it is too quiet when I enter it. It is so quiet that I feel a little suffocated."

At that time, he was stunned after listening to his classmates.

Dr. Li said earnestly: Pregnant women are very likely to suffer from depression after giving birth, not to mention that Mr. Ling gave birth to a stillbirth. "

"Mr. Qin, I know you care about him and want him to live, but what you said to threaten him is not for his own good, but to destroy his will step by step!"

Qin Muyang frowned and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"You'd better not bring up the child in front of him, and don't provoke him. His injuries need to be healed slowly. After heals up, take him around and go to places he cares about." The doctor sighed, "To be honest, He doesn't have a high will to survive now, you have to stay with him more, or find someone to guard him, something similar to jumping off a building today is very likely to happen again."

Qin Muyang nodded.

The next day, Ling Qiu woke up.

Opening his eyes, Qin Muyang was sitting beside his bed, peeling an apple with a fruit knife in his hand.

It was very quiet all around, only the sound of him peeling apples could be heard.

After Qin Muyang saw that he was awake, he peeled off a small piece of apple, pinched it with his hands and fed it to his mouth.

"Do you eat fruit?"

Ling Qiu didn't reply to him.

Qin Muyang thought that something was wrong with him, he stroked his face lightly, and suddenly met his eyes.

Weng Hei's bright eyes seemed to be out of focus at the moment, like the spreading thick ink, smudged into a gray mist.

Qin Muyang's fingers trembled, and he lightly brushed Ling Qiu's eyelids and asked, "Qiuqiu, can't you see?"

Ling Qiu still didn't reply to his words, but this time he moved his neck and turned his face to the fruit knife held in his left hand, blinked his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed.

Qin Muyang heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately his eyes were not blind, he had heard before that someone was so sad that his eyes were blinded by crying, so he was quite afraid that Ling Qiu's eyes would be the same as this situation.

Ling Qiu actually looks okay, cute and well-behaved, like a rabbit, he wants to be tethered to his legs and rubbed anytime and anywhere.

And among his delicate facial features, a pair of eyes are the most beautiful, clear and watery, with long eyelashes, even more beautiful than Qiao Ying's, especially when he is crying, his eyes are red, and the eyes are dripping with water, beautiful He wanted to ravage him even more.

Because of this, Qin Muyang likes his eyes, so he doesn't like him being blind.

Of course there is a more important point, Ling Qiu still has to take care of his daily life, cook for him, wash his clothes and accompany him to take a bath, if he is blind, he can't do that.

Ling Qiu didn't pay attention to Qin Muyang's selfish and nasty thoughts at all, he quietly looked at the knife in Qin Muyang's hand, Weng Hei's eyes seemed to be poisoned.

Qin Muyang noticed his vicious gaze, and followed his gaze to the fruit knife held in his left hand.

Ling Qiu looked at the knife with such eyes, did he want to commit suicide?Or do you want to kill him?Too bad he couldn't do either.

Qin Muyang put away the fruit knife, and began to bite the apple bit by bit with his head down, making a crisp sound.

When he finished an apple, he wiped his hands.

Looking at Ling Qiu again, his eyes lost focus again, Qin Muyang took a deep breath.

At first he coaxed: "What do you want to eat today? Fish porridge? Chicken soup? Bone soup? Or sweet and sour pork ribs, do you want some beef?" Qin

Mu Yang held the phone and asked Ling Qiu one by one.

But Ling Qiu still didn't speak, as silent as a mute.

Qin Muyang remembered what Dr. Li said yesterday, that patients with severe depression like to stay quietly, and then think about how to die at any time.

In the end, Qin Muyang ordered a stomach-nourishing porridge, and Ling Qiu lost all the nutritional injections in the past two days, and he didn't eat, if he ate too greasy food, it might hurt his stomach.

The health-preserving porridge was prepared in advance in the restaurant, and it was delivered within half an hour after placing the order.

Qin Muyang coaxed him warmly, but Ling Qiu just refused to eat, his lips were tightly closed like clam shells.

Ling Qiu looked at him indifferently, without a trace of emotion inside, he was thinking about when he could leave Qin Muyang.

Maybe Qin Muyang can only leave when he gets tired of him and gets tired of playing with him.

Qin Muyang hugged him, and said hoarsely: "Baby, come and have a bite, so that your body can recover quickly."

Ling Qiu was powerless to turn his head, he turned his face to look at Qin Muyang's bloodshot eyes, curled the corners of his mouth angrily, his eyes were dim.

What's the point of getting better soon?