Prisoner's Dilemma

There are two voices in Han Shaojun's mind, one is saying that you are very tired and in a bad state, and you need to sit down and calm down quickly, and the other is saying that you are fine and full of energy, and you still have a lot of work to do and you can't take a break for a moment.The person is about to be torn in two, the soul seems to have escaped from the body, watching the angry and scolding self, even the voice becomes unreal.

He seemed to realize that he was scolding Jiang Chen, but he didn't know exactly what he said, or it was purely an emotional vent.Jiang Chen blushed when he was scolded, and his reaction was somewhere between swallowing his anger and worrying. He seemed to open his mouth several times to refute, but in the end he kept his lips tightly shut and said nothing.

Jiang Chen retreated step by step, Han Shaojun approached step by step, the more he talked, the more excited he became, suddenly he staggered, tripped over himself, and fell to the ground.

"Shaojun!" "Mr. Han!"

There were chaotic shouts in his ears, Han Shaojun’s brain consciousness was driving him to stand up, but in fact his body didn’t move at all. He felt being hugged and entered a dazzling environment. He wanted to open his eyes, but in the end he just Into endless darkness.

After being stubborn for so many days, Han Shaojun finally entered the hospital.He wasn't unconscious, just asleep.He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his muscles relaxed, and time lost all meaning.The others breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, let him get enough sleep first.

Ding Muyan took a break from his busy schedule, and said to Jiang Chen: "I didn't expect you to have this ability."

Jiang Chen's face turned blue and white, and he stood at the door of the ward, watching the doctors and nurses busy beside Han Shaojun, so he didn't go in.He didn't dare to go in, because Han Shaojun would wake up at any time, he didn't know how to face Han Shaojun who was sick, and he was afraid that Han Shaojun would be more stimulated when he saw him, and he didn't want to leave. At this time, Han Shaojun was a strange Han Shaojun, sick and irritable , Weakness, and multiple changes made him have to build a high wall of defense, but the disease mercilessly smashed this flimsy defense to pieces, exposing the white, tender and fragile inside.

Through the crack of the door, he looked at Han Shaojun who was comatose on the hospital bed. The quilt was tightly covered, and only his head was exposed. He frowned and murmured in pain.

Across the shadows, Jiang Chen just looked at it like this, and suddenly he had an illusion that the distance between them was not a dozen or so steps between the door and the door, but a thousand mountains and rivers full of monsters and ghosts.

He leaned against the wall slumped, slid down the wall as if he couldn't support it, and finally sat on the ground.He knew that he was in a mess now, but he couldn't change it.

He is miserable, and there are many things that can be uncomfortable.Suffering from Han Shaojun's disease, I don't know how to control this tortured disease and how long it will take?The last time he recuperated for half a year before recovering, this time he did not have another half a year under the eyes of the Sun family and his son.Uncomfortable with Han Shaojun's attitude towards him, and his rejection without any room for maneuver. When Han Shaojun resisted the attack, he also blocked Jiang Chen from the defensive line. He couldn't do anything if he wanted to help. , Is this paranoia caused by the disease or Han Shaojun no longer trusts him?Still uncomfortable with what he did in the past. He didn't know what Han Shaojun had encountered. He thought he was just asking for trouble. As the truth was peeled off layer by layer, he realized that Han Shaojun had been hovering on the verge of fragmentation. He was able to pull it, but instead helped an outsider kick him hard.

I didn't understand it with my heart, so I didn't know anything.What on earth should we do now?Jiang Chen was confused, he was like a hunter who thought he knew the forest, but when he really went deep into the hinterland, he realized that he had lost his way long ago.

Han Shaojun slept for a day and a night, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After waking up from sleep, his brain became clearer. He sat on the bedside and drank a bowl of hot porridge. He said to himself, "Am I crazy again?"

At first glance, Han Shaojun's illness is not much different from normal people. Perhaps it is due to the influence of years of upbringing. Most of the time he talks with a smile, but suddenly he will turn his face, from mild to irritable in the blink of an eye. The most terrifying It is mental arousal and loss of appetite. During the long period of restlessness, eating and drinking, his thinking gradually became confused and his mood became more irritable.

After finally sleeping for a long time, he finally regained some sanity.

But Chen Weining shuddered when he heard this, and forced a smile: "It's nothing, just take a little medicine and you'll be fine."

Han Shaojun's understanding of the disease is very biased.Three years ago, even though all the insiders told him: You are just sick, take medicine on time and pay attention to rest and you will recover, but what he repeatedly muttered was: madman, neuropathy.

He is the pride of heaven, how can he be a lunatic?He was once depressed and very resistant to various treatments, so his condition worsened in a vicious circle.Later, he was taught a few times by Ding Muyan, accepted the suggestion of recuperation, and his illness was under control, but he had buried a deep inferiority complex in his heart, and he still couldn't face it correctly, and he kept his mouth shut to others, even Xia Wenyan back then. I was also kept in the dark, thinking that my son went to recuperate because of an arm injury.

"Where's my coat?" Han Shaojun looked around as if awakened from a dream, and pulled the hospital gown on his body.

"Han, Mr. Han, what are you going to do?"

"Bring me my coat, I'm going home."

"No, Doctor Ding said that we need to observe and observe again."

"What's there to observe? I don't have time to spare!" Han Shaojun lifted the quilt and stood up neatly, "Let's be discharged from the hospital immediately! Don't disclose to the outside world that I have been in the hospital, so as not to be fueled by rumors and troubles. I will be at home from tomorrow Work, the last time I was treated at home, it’s no big deal, write down what the doctor told you!”

Chen Weining couldn't keep up with his thinking rhythm, he couldn't tell whether he was sober or confused for a while, if he said it was normal, his speaking speed was still fast or his tone was urgent, if it was not normal, his train of thought seemed to be quite clear.

"What time is it?" Han Shaojun grabbed his bedside watch and looked at it. "Fortunately, there is no delay. I have an appointment tonight. Remind me an hour in advance."

"Ah? You still want to socialize?" Chen Weining was anxious.

"You should also dress formally and attend with me. If you see anything wrong with me, please remind me in time." While speaking, Han Shaojun had already changed into all his clothes and walked out of the ward.

As soon as the door was pushed open, he faced Jiang Chen in the corridor.

No matter how long Han Shaojun slept, Jiang Chen sat outside the door.

Upon waking up, Han Shaojun's complexion slightly recovered, but Jiang Chen's face seemed to have been painted with a layer of white paint.Unexpectedly, Han Shaojun would come out suddenly. Jiang Chen stood up with a bang like a primary school student seeing a teacher, put his hands together and cling to the seam of his trousers, and stood upright. He seemed to want to say something, but his lips only moved silently. moved, no sound came out.

Han Shaojun turned a blind eye and walked straight in front of him.

Jiang Chen twitched his heart, and chased after a few steps: "Shaojun..." He didn't know what to say to Han Shaojun, but subconsciously wanted to call his name.

"Go away." Han Shaojun yelled in a low voice and quickened his pace.

Jiang Chen flinched as if being stung, watched the person walk away, dejectedly unable to take another step.After guarding for a day and a night, I was physically and mentally exhausted, hoping that the exhaustion would give Han Shaojun some softness, but he didn't even look at it.Jiang Chen felt that he was ruthlessly abandoned, and he didn't know where else to go, he was alone like a bereaved dog.

Chen Weining chased after him in a panic, glanced at Jiang Chen, and caught up with Han Shaojun.

The car started, and Chen Weining saw that Han Shaojun was in a good mood, so he said cautiously: "President Han, when you were resting, Jiang Chen said that he can solve the problem of capital turnover, if he..."

Han Shaojun responded indifferently: "Don't you hate him very much, why did you help him talk?"

Chen Weining prudently defended: "I didn't speak up for him! He hurt you so badly, you can't just take advantage of him like this, isn't it only natural to ask him to make some compensation?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to beg for mercy directly to the surnamed Sun?"

Chen Weining was at a loss for words, and couldn't tell whether Han Shaojun was sober or confused for a while, and tried to fight for it again: "Now the company is in trouble, since he has a way..."

"Quiet!" Han Shaojun said impatiently, "I don't need him!"

Chen Weining had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and stayed by the side in fear. Whether it was Han Shaojun's physical condition or the current situation of the company, he was extremely worried.

The illness was carefully concealed, from the safety accident to the rupture of the capital chain, and the situation has deteriorated to this point. If it is known that Han Shaojun has a mental illness, some bad words will be spread, I am afraid there will be no room for recovery.It is difficult for the investigation team to come to a conclusion. Bank loans have been repeatedly blocked, and rumors and rumors are manipulating one wave after another. The stalemate makes Han Shaojun suffer a lot.In order to prevent himself from making a fool of himself in front of outsiders, he reduced the number of times he went out, but he could not completely lose sight of people. The company was on the verge of collapse, which kept him in constant anxiety, and he didn't know whether the medicine he took every day was effective.

He was afraid that he would not sleep without knowing it, so he set a time for himself to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep without taking sleeping pills, and lay on the bed with his eyes open all night like an owl.

He let out a long sigh, opened the drawer and fumbled for medicine, and received an overseas call.

The voice on the phone was mature and stable, deterrent but not lacking in gentleness: "You boy, you don't tell your family about such a big thing, and you still want to hold on. How hard do you think your bones can be? You Don't even think about it, is this the era when one person can break through the world by fighting alone?"

Since the accident, Han Shaojun has always shown a fearless and confident attitude internally and externally. Even if he realized that he was sick, he would not show weakness in front of anyone, but at this moment, after hearing these words, he was about to cry impulse.