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In the western food restaurant, Wang Ziqing cut a steak gracefully. He didn't like to eat undercooked food, but the people he invited loved it.

He raised his head, and there was a man in front of him. The man's clothes and taste were very suitable for this high-end western food restaurant.

As soon as the man sat down, the waiter at the side brought a meal, which was a steak with pasta.The waiter brought him another glass of wine.

The man spread the tablecloth on his lap, smiled gracefully at Wang Ziqing, and said, "You don't have to make an appointment here every time, you can come to my clinic directly."

Wang Ziqing tore open some steak, reluctantly ate it, wiped his mouth, and said, "I have something to ask you, I want to change a medicine."

"Change the dressing? Didn't your old one taste good?" the man asked, not in a hurry to eat that exquisite dish.

Wang Ziqing said: "I have some things to do, so my physical problems need to be cured. You know the 'sequelae' of my body."

The man nodded and said, "Yes, I understand your medical history."

"How can I suppress that sequelae? There is someone I want to see." Wang Ziqing paused for a moment, his face a little ugly, "I can't see him like this."

The man looked at his face, sighed softly, and said, "There is a medicine that can reduce the sensitivity of your nerves. I can prescribe some for you. You can't use it frequently, understand?"

Wang Ziqing bit his lip and said, "Effect?"

"It mainly depends on your own willpower. It can make you feel less uncomfortable when looking at his face. Normal measurement can do this."

"But I warn you that you can't take this medicine for more than four days, because this medicine can't be repeated with the medicine you are taking now; so you can't take your medicine for four days, and you and I understand the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziqing smiled easily and said, "No problem, when will you sell it to me?"

Seeing his performance, the man frowned and said, "Mr. Wang, please take care of yourself, this medicine is not as harmless as you think, it will..."

Wang Ziqing interrupted him and said, "Don't worry about it, doctor, give me medicine."

The man looked at him and gave up persuading him. Patients in this field are all obsessed with their own body and don't take it seriously. As a doctor, he is more anxious than them.

Especially this patient, he should have recuperated in the hospital he was supposed to go to, and was more likely to be stimulated by society to get sick; fortunately, he has fully adapted to the current life, which makes the man feel a little relieved.The man felt sorry for him, so he was willing to help him.

"Okay, come to my clinic tomorrow morning, and I'll get you the medicine." The man agreed.

Satisfied, Wang Ziqing finished the steak in twos and twos, leaving only the raw part in the middle. He stood up and said, "The meal payment has already been paid, and the doctor will use it later."

"Mr. Wang." The man stopped him again and said, "Next time you don't have to come to a western food restaurant. You have stomach problems and can't eat raw food."

Every time Wang Ziqing came to him for something, he always came to this western restaurant to eat, just because the man once praised that the steak here was delicious.But Wang Ziqing himself has a stomach problem and cannot eat raw meat.

Wang Ziqing nodded. He actually doesn't like other people talking to him. Even if he is a doctor, when he goes to the hospital, he likes to see a doctor who doesn't nag. Some things can be said once and there is no need to talk about it. of.He was in a good mood now, and he didn't frown to express his displeasure.

Wang Ziqing is gone, and every time we meet, he doesn't talk about others. Occasionally, a man will ask him about his life and he will take it with him in a few words.Wang Ziqing is a person who doesn't like to talk to people, especially doctors.

Can this also be a professional anchor?The man laughed and said that he had seen Wang Ziqing's anchor, and Wang Ziqing in it could sing and joke.Looking at the same face, the man suspected that Wang Ziqing had developed a split personality.

Doctors are parents, but men feel that they are simply a nanny. "Continue to live, Mr. Wang." The man said to Wang Ziqing's seat, although it seemed that no one had ever sat on the opposite side.

Wang Ziqing took the bus back home, and when he got home, the first thing he did was giggle.

Then he found a bottle of medicine from the medicine cabinet in the empty living room, poured a few tablets, and ate it.Then I went to the bathroom to tidy up and started the live broadcast again.

Wang Ziqing's live broadcast today was singing, so he didn't turn on the camera all the time.He can sing in a false voice and it sounds good. There are many people who like his singing. The songs he sings are basically cover songs. Sometimes someone asks him to sing, but it is rare because he doesn't read private messages at all.His voice is very clear and unambiguous at all, his words are clear, and he can't get out of tune.Wang Ziqing is good at playing games, but the live broadcast of singing is more popular.

This time, the live broadcast only ended at 10:30, and then it was ready to end. Before the end, Wang Ziqing typed a sentence and put it up.

"Sorry everyone, I can't broadcast live in the past few days. My friend is getting married. I'll go and see him."

I'm not in the mood today. After Wang Ziqing finished the live broadcast, he didn't do any new movements. He kept sitting in front of the computer for half an hour, but he just didn't move.The green light of the green grassland on the computer screen hit his face, making his complexion green.

At this time, his phone flashed, and there was a knocking sound on the door, as if someone was really knocking on the door; Wang Ziqing finally moved his eyes and looked at the penguin icon on the desktop. Interested.If he remembered correctly, this person should be the only one on his "relatives" list.

His half-brother, Zhang Jinyan.He doesn't have much impression of this person. Zhang Jinyan is only 14 years old and in the second year of junior high school.Because Wang Ziqing hadn't spoken to his family for five years, the two brothers actually only met four or five times. What happened today?

Wang Ziqing opened the panel, and Zhang Jinyan said to him, "Brother, what's wrong with you, mother cried today."

Wang Ziqing frowned, not understanding what it meant, and replied: "Why" is not punctuated, which means Wang Ziqing doesn't care about this matter. If Zhang Jinyan didn't say something that would interest him, then I'm sorry, fuck Even if he died, he would not shed a tear.

"Today is your birthday, your father called, and our mother had a fight with him."

"Brother, why didn't you go home and have a look these years? Why didn't my parents allow me to talk to you?"

"Because I'm sick" Wang Ziqing replied quickly after reading it, his expression was still numb as always, and there was no disturbance.

Zhang Jinyan was a good boy, Wang Ziqing only had such an impression. After all, Zhang Jinyan was under strict control and he was sensible.

Wang Ziqing's parents divorced a few years ago, and Wang Ziqing's mother remarried, and later had another child.Wang Ziqing used to be called Wang Ziqing, which was changed by his stepfather.

Zhang Jinyan typed a few more words:

"Brother, are you really mentally ill? Is that why you don't go home?"

"My aunt told me...you were sent to a mental hospital when you were a sophomore in high school, and you were released seven years ago."

"My dad said you're dead, but I don't believe it. You're still broadcasting live online, aren't you?"

"Then... what's going on?"

Wang Ziqing glanced indifferently, as if he could see the strange face on the other side through these few words.But he was not interested. He was not interested in telling his story-loving younger brother a chicken soup-like story about a mental patient struggling to become self-reliant after being discharged from the hospital.

He turned off the computer and walked out of the room, as usual.This is his home, and for him, it's just a little more secure than living in a hotel.

There are very few things that make him happy anymore, it seems that the emotion of happiness has been sucked out of his body, and he can't feel it dryly.Or things that could make him happier have gone away from him and never come back.

While lying on the bed, Wang Ziqing thought: Well, another day has passed.