Absurd marriage

After returning home, Gu Yun's palpitations did not subside. He didn't say that he felt uncomfortable, but Sheng Jisong chose to ignore it. It was Qi Bo who saw that Young Master Gu's lips were turning pale, and quickly called Yu Xiao.

Doctor Yu lived close by, and he was there whenever he was called. After giving Gu Yun the appropriate medicine in the bedroom on the third floor, he walked out of the room and closed the door. Sheng Jisong didn't wait outside the door at all. I found him in the study on the first floor.

"Don't take him to a place like a shooting range next time." Yu Xiao handed the handwritten medical record to Sheng Jisong: "He has traumatic stress disorder to gunshots."

Sheng Jisong took a look at the medical records, and he couldn't understand the words on it, so he was curious: "How did you get it? Could it be the kidnapping four years ago?"

"According to personal experience, it should be. He almost died that time, so PTSD, after all, the pain of being hit by a bullet can be remembered for a lifetime."

"..." Sheng Jisong's mind flashed the scene of Jiang Zheng lying in his arms in pain all night. With those two words, hatred grew in my heart, and I didn't show it in front of Yu Xiao, but pretended to be concerned and said: "I will pay attention next time, Doctor Yu, you said you have taken care of Gu Yun for three years?"

"After he woke up, I was always the personal doctor."

"I want to know, has Gu Yun learned self-defense skills like Sanda in the past three years?" Sheng Jisong added, "I'm just curious."

"Well, I can understand that you care about Young Master Gu?"

Sheng Jisong answered bravely, "It's sort of."

Yu Xiao smiled: "A year ago, Young Master Gu did learn some skills in this area, but it was mainly Mr. Gu's intention. He was afraid that his son would make the same mistakes again, and hoped that he could learn to protect himself. The teacher he invited was Ye Ye. Zhang Lin, the most experienced instructor in the Northern Army, but... the teaching effect is not particularly good. You also know that sports such as Sanda and fighting require basic skills and physical fitness. Young Master Gu's hands can be used to draw Huahua played the piano, but it was not suitable for boxing gloves, so I gave up after only three months of learning."

"Zhang Lin?"

Sheng Jisong remembered that he had seen this name when he checked Jiang Zheng's details. This person was a senior instructor of the Yebei Special Training Team and was once Jiang Zheng's teacher.

Breaking off the enemy's fingers cleverly is a common self-defense method when encountering danger. Zhang Lin must have taught these simple tricks because he saw that Gu Yun's mud could not support the wall, and Gu Yun happened to use it today.

He and Jiang Zheng were taught by the same teacher, so it's normal to have the same reaction.

After figuring this out, Sheng Jisong immediately wiped away the vague sense of familiarity from his mind. How could Gu Yun have the qualifications to compare himself with Jiang Zheng? It was simply an insult.

Yu Xiao's face always had a friendly smile unique to doctors. Seeing that he was still easy to talk to, Sheng Jisong asked tentatively, "I heard that Dr. Yu is the youngest professor in the Gu Institute?"

Yu Xiao adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and said humbly: "It's not the youngest, but if it comes to the date of birth, there is a friend who is 5 hours younger than me in the research institute. She is much better than me. It’s just that I was lucky when I was studying and met my current mentor, so I entered the graduate school as soon as I graduated.”

Yu Xiao's mentor is Gu Yun's father, Gu Changlin.

"I..." Sheng Jisong was rarely embarrassed, and Yu Xiao patiently waited for him to ask the question that he had expected.

"Can I ask how Jiang Zheng is doing? Is he okay? I...I miss him very much."

Although Jiang Zheng can be seen in the video sent by Gu's every month, the things transmitted by the optical cable are always cold.

In the video, Jiang Zhengan was lying quietly, and the wounds on his body could not be seen under the cover of the quilt. Except for the changes in the numbers and lines on the instrument, there was no other movement. For three years, Jiang Zheng There was no sign of waking up. Sheng Jisong sometimes stared at the screen, and even wondered if the body lying in the hospital was a dead body. This kind of terrible thought always came to him in the middle of the night. Can you hope that Jiang Zheng will be better.

But the information he can obtain is too simple. In the past three years, he can only rely on similar videos to comfort himself every month. He is going crazy. He is eager to learn about Jiang Zheng from the living population. The din is the easiest caliber to break through.

With the sympathy of a doctor, Yu Xiao said, "He's fine. Under the control of the medicine, his vital signs have stabilized. A patient in a deep coma has a much lower perception of pain. He is lying there, perhaps bigger than the world. Most people are much more relaxed, no pain, no desire, lingering waking up, maybe they are having a sweet dream, in the dream, maybe there is Mr. Sheng.”

These warm words were almost a maxim of salvation for Sheng Jisong.

"...In Jiang Zheng's dream, maybe...the bad guy like me won't exist."

He is very self-aware.

Yu Xiao didn't refute, and took out a tissue and handed it over. Sheng Jisong froze for a moment before realizing that there were tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Sheng, don't be too pessimistic." The doctor is always doing redemption: "It's the day when the dream will wake up. You and Jiang Zheng will always meet again."

Sheng Jisong cleaned up the embarrassment in his eyes, and did not forget to thank the doctor.

"You're welcome." Yu Xiao's smile faded: "You can think of Jiang Zheng in your heart, but don't forget your marriage with Young Master Gu. Although I don't like being bound by rules, the Gu family pays me 6000 a year. Tens of thousands of annual salary, in order to get peace of mind for this money, I have the responsibility to remind you to take good care of Gu Yun, at least when he is feeling uncomfortable and looking for a doctor, you, as a husband, should wait outside the bedroom door instead of having nothing to do with yourself Hanging high and crumpling his medical records."

If he hadn't mentioned it, Sheng Jisong would have thrown the ball of paper into the trash can.

Yu Xiao had just given him the information he wanted most, and Sheng Jisong was happy to listen to his advice. He unfolded and flattened the crumpled medical records, put them on the table, and then went up to the third floor.

Gu Yun took the medicine and fell asleep. Sheng Jisong pulled Omega's right hand, opened his palm under the light and looked carefully. There was no gun cocoon, and there was no trace of overwork. This is the same Gu Yun four years ago. That stupid and venomous love brain, at first he was a little impressed by his ability to confront the crown prince, but now it seems that it is just a coincidence.

He can't even match Jiang Zheng's hair.

Can be scared sick by gunshots, so it can be seen that what a useless delicate dough ball.