After divorcing the male god

The family doctor's surname is Zhao, his name is Zhao Changming, and he is about the same age as Duan Jingsheng. He was entrusted by Duan Zhennan and hired as Duan Jingsheng's personal doctor.

Usually Zhao Changming is in the central hospital as the chief physician of his inpatient department.

Duan Jingsheng seldom contacted Zhao Changming on his own initiative. Except for the routine physical examination every six months, Zhao Changming would not come to Duan Jingsheng's house at other times.

Therefore, when Duan Jingsheng called to ask him to come over, Zhao Changming was quite surprised. He took the regular medicines and portable medical equipment, and took a taxi with the nurse to arrive.

Unexpectedly, Duan Jingsheng asked him to diagnose and treat a young man he had never seen before.

The young man woke up right now, and the first question he asked was Duan Jingsheng.Zhao Changming felt sorry for him: "He is in his room, so you can rest."

Lin Duan was stunned for a while. He groped and pressed the bed sheet, supported his weak upper body with difficulty, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Teacher Duan, how is his mental state?"

Zhao Changming was frightened. Under the thick glasses, doubts and worries disappeared in a flash. He glanced at the little nurse, nodded and said, "You wait outside first."

The nurse left as promised.

"I'm a forensic doctor, and I've studied a little bit of psychiatry." Lin Duan lowered his eyes, stared straight at his pale hands, clasped them uneasily, and said softly, "Teacher Duan, he witnessed the death of Team Qi in front of him, he..."

"It's abnormal." Zhao Changming interrupted him. Since the two of them were walking together to a certain extent, he didn't play sloppy with Lin Duan, and said frankly, "I'm prone to emotional agitation and aggravated violent tendencies. What's the relationship between you and Captain Duan?"

"No...colleague, I'm the city bureau's forensic doctor." Lin Duan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Changming. The eyes of an experienced doctor seemed to be able to penetrate the flesh. Lin Duan quickly lowered his head and remained cautious.

"I don't want to inquire about anything, but Duan Duan has been a criminal police officer for so many years, and he has seen too many brutal and bloody crime scenes. Although nothing has happened in the past ten years, it is hard to guarantee that it is not under the pressure of the volcano. Qi Qing's death is an accident. A lead, if Team Duan can't survive, it's inevitable..." Zhao Changming paused, looked at Lin Duan seriously, and continued: "Crash."

Lin Duan's hand gripping the quilt suddenly tightened, he raised his eyes hesitantly, and looked at Zhao Changming: "We should take him to see a psychiatrist."

"It's best, it's like this." Zhao Changming sat down by the bed: "But Duan Dui's temper, no one can tell, you have to be careful of him, he caused your sprained arm?"

Lin Duan opened his mouth to defend, but was speechless for a while, and shook his head.

Zhao Changming has always had a sense of intimacy with the young people in his company. He patted Lin Duan on the shoulder, stood up and said, "Anyway, take care of yourself."

"I will take Teacher Duan to the psychology department." Lin Duan closed his eyes and promised wearily, "I will."

Zhao Changming smiled, both encouraging and helpless, he got up and left with the little nurse, and went back to the Central Hospital.

In such a big villa, apart from Duan Jingsheng who locked himself in the master bedroom, there is only Lin Duan.

Because the space is too large, there are not many furniture and decorations, the whole room is particularly empty, and a certain indescribable coldness spreads over the shoulders.

Lin Duan turned his arms, got up from the bed, and staggered into the kitchen.

Over the years, he has been studying abroad alone. Although he is busy with his studies, he occasionally cooks by himself. He can cook some basic home-cooked dishes with ease.

Lin Duan opened the refrigerator, and the scene in the refrigerator really explained what it means to be lonely and single old man.

Except for two shriveled spinach and an egg, the refrigerator was empty, filled with a faint smell of ozone.

"Teacher Duan's quality of life is not very high." Lin Duan sighed softly.

He reached out to take out the spinach and eggs, the cold air in the refrigerator shrunk his arms.Lin Duan gently closed the double doors, pulled on his slippers and walked towards the stove.

Wash the spinach with warm water, and then rinse it with sterilized tap water. Lin Duan's hand hanging in mid-air to pick up the knife stopped. There was no thinner scalpel in the knife box, and he was not used to it.

Lin Duan didn't know how to use a kitchen knife, so he was stunned for a long time.

In the end, Lin Duan took out a fruit knife that was barely more similar in shape to a scalpel, and slowly cut along the spinach root, and placed strands on the shiny porcelain plate, like corpses neatly cut along the grain .

The fruit knife was thicker and longer than the scalpel, Lin Duan was dazed, the blade scratched the index finger of his left hand, the sharp pain did not immediately enter the brain, Lin Duan stared at the wound in a daze.

Yin Hong finger blood oozes out and falls onto the cutting board, red and white intertwined and dazzling.

As if Lin Duan had just realized it, he hissed lightly. He couldn't find a band-aid, so he simply held the side of his index finger and waited slowly for a while.

There is a handful of noodles with the paper unwrapped in the cupboard. Lin Duan squeezes the noodles and shakes them into the boiling pot. When the noodles are almost ready, he puts the spinach between the noodles.

Add sesame oil, dark soy sauce, chopped green onion, salt and monosodium glutamate to the bowl. Lin Duan picked up the colander and scooped the noodles into the bowl. The remaining egg was fried and placed on the noodles.

Dinner was simple and unusual.

Lin Duanduan was on the table, while Duan Jingsheng was still in the master bedroom.

He looked up to the second floor, waited awkwardly for a while, and then walked up the stairs, stood nervously in front of Duan Jingsheng's door, and knocked on the door without raising his head: "Teacher Duan, come out and have something to eat."

The closed bedroom door opened in response, and Lin Duan hurriedly backed away.

The tiredness and decadence of the tall man rushed out. Duan Jingsheng's black hair was disheveled, he was still wearing the T-shirt that was wet by the rain when he came back, and he was wearing loose gray pajama pants, staring at him expressionlessly.

Duan Jingsheng's personal aura was too strong, and the extremely aggressive male hormones almost enveloped Lin Duan's whole body, and he sniffed quietly.

Duan Jingsheng passed him and walked down the stairs, only then did Lin Duan dare to secretly raise his eyelids, and carefully looked at his back, with a perfect inverted triangle figure, Lin Duan's heartbeat suddenly increased, and he stopped.

Duan Jingsheng walked to the restaurant and glanced at the egg noodles with spinach on the table. His gaze was slightly sunken, like a bottomless lake of ink.

"It's too hot." Duan Jingsheng said indifferently.

Lin Duan woke up suddenly, ran down the stairs in three steps at a time, walked quickly to Duan Jingsheng, raised his eyes and looked up at him, his lips parted slightly, a little dazed: "But you..." I haven't tasted it yet.

In the blink of an eye, everything was terribly chaotic.

The sticky and hot noodle soup was spilled on his chin and bare chest. The porcelain bowl hit Lin Duan's breastbone and fell to pieces. The white and yellow noodles hung on his body. Lin Duan lowered his head silently. .

"Is it hot?" Duan Jingsheng asked indifferently.

The noodles just out of the pot screamed and struggled in the hot boiling water until they were cooked. The noodle soup gradually cooled against the skin. Lin Duan raised his head and stared back at Duan Jingsheng unwilling to be outdone: "It's not hot."

Duan Jingsheng looked at him coldly, and said coldly, "Get out."

"Do not."

Duan Jingsheng became violent, grabbed Lin Duan's wrist, dragged and dragged the thin young man to the porch, then pushed the door roughly, sarcastically: "What are you?"

Lin Duan wiped his eyes and stood in front of Duan Jingsheng, like a student being punished. He didn't look up, didn't say a word, and didn't leave, facing Duan Jingsheng's fury.

"Get out!" Duan Jingsheng slammed the door.

PTSD, emotional irritability, aggressive others...

Lin Duan's delicate eyebrows were tightened. He took out the tissue that he had stuffed in his pocket at some time, wiped the soup on his skin in an orderly manner, then removed the noodles one by one, and immediately sat down on the steps, folded his arms, hugged tight yourself.

The summer night was cold, Lin Duan bowed his head, his body trembling imperceptibly.

He sat all night. On the way, the well-dressed takeaway boy looked at him curiously and asked sympathetically, "Are you...his foster? Have you been kicked out?"

Lin Duan touched his face, raised his head and showed his little brother an indifferent smile: "I owe him something, and I want to pay him back, but he doesn't want it."

"Oh..." The little brother was very surprised: "There is no creditor who doesn't want to pay the debt." He grabbed the back of his head, yawned and walked away.

Lin Duan's empty belly let out a hungry grunt. He rubbed his belly and cheered himself up from the bottom of his heart: bear with it, come on.

Lin Duan didn't know how much Qi Qing's death had dealt to Duan Jingsheng.All he knew was that Duan Jingsheng locked himself in the house for three days without going out.

Lin Duan waited patiently at the door, and when he was hungry, he ordered takeaway like Duan Jingsheng. After three days, Duan Jingsheng didn't seem to be doing well, but Lin Duan lost a layer of skin.

He took out his WeChat and waited for Duan Jingsheng for the past two days, and his hands were not idle. He had been contacting Pan Xiaoqian's brother Pan Zheng.

Pan was working in the city, and he was not as conservative as his parents from the countryside. Lin Duan and him popularized the importance of autopsy, and Pan just wanted to listen to it.

This morning, he even took the initiative to contact Lin Duan and asked him to go to their house again.

Lin Duan randomly scratched his soft hair, looked back at the closed door, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Duan, I have something to do. I'm going to Pan Xiaoqian's house."

No sound came from the room.

Lin Duan stood in despair for a while, then turned around and trotted away. He rode on a shared bicycle and rushed to the bus stop.

Lin Duan didn't see it. After he turned around, Duan Jingsheng silently appeared in front of the French windows on the second floor, watching him leave silently.

He was holding the phone, and the screen was turned on. It was an encrypted sticky note. Under "Excessive Fatigue", there was a column of "Hot and Cold Stimulation", and an "X" was silently drawn on it.

Pan Xiaoqian and her family live in Ximohu District, Ningbei City, and Dongmohu District is two extremes. As prosperous as Dongmohu District is, Ximohu District is more backward.

Half of the urban area is shrouded in the stench of garbage, construction waste, private wires and rough folk customs.

Pan Xiaoqian and her family live in the depths of the Ximohu District, where there are narrow trails where cars cannot enter, and there are no buses or bicycles. Lin Duan had to walk the "last mile" on two legs.

Many beggars on the road blatantly asked him for money by shaking their bowls, but Lin Duan couldn't avoid it and had to show them his empty pockets.

These sloppy people immediately looked disdainful, shook their bowls and scattered, muttering contemptuously: "Bah, poor outsiders."

Lin Duan exhaled, stepped on the filthy road, and went straight to Pan Xiaoqian's house.

The village near Pan Xiaoqian's house is still a muddy road with few people. You can see the red tiles on the eaves of their house when you walk through a bamboo forest at the end of the forest.

Behind him, several black shadows followed like a shadow.

When Lin Duan's figure entered the blind spot of the viewing angle, those people immediately rushed forward, and under the cover of bamboo forests and farm houses, they knocked Lin Duan unconscious with a stick——