After divorcing the male god

When Xiao Liu was about to leave, he remembered that he had come to see the patient but was empty-handed, so he ran downstairs in a hurry, bought two bags of fruit, put them on Lin Duan's bedside, and flew away in a hurry.

Lin Duan watched Xiao Liu leave with a smile, while Duan Jingsheng leaned against the cold wall with his arms folded, and commented indifferently: "Irritable personality, not suitable for criminal police."

This was the first time Duan Jingsheng spoke to him in such a tone that sounded like a small talk.Lin Duan suddenly had the illusion of doing a test paper, and he couldn't help but sit upright, thinking carefully about how to answer it properly.

Directly rebutting Duan Jingsheng must have made the other party uncomfortable. He pinched the bed sheet, lowered his head and wringed his fingers, and answered carefully, "He's quite a nice person."

Duan Jingsheng's indifferent gaze swept across him lightly.

"Thank you." Lin Duan plucked up the courage to raise his head, and stared at Duan Jingsheng's hawk eyes, "Thank you. If the teacher hadn't saved me, I'm afraid the matter of Fan Junhui wouldn't have come out so quickly."

"Your life belongs to Qi Qing, so you can't die." Duan Jingsheng replied disdainfully.

Lin Duan didn't understand the hidden meaning behind it, he just thought that Qi Qing saved him at a critical moment, so Duan Jingsheng regarded his life as some kind of emotional sustenance, so he said so.

Lin Duan nodded and said softly, "I will definitely cherish my life."

"I found someone to investigate Pan Xiaoqian's brother, Pan Zheng, who has a girlfriend and plans to get married in the second half of this year. The Pan family is now buying a wedding house in Dongmohu District, and it happens that Tengjing has a residential development in the Binhe area."

"Sunshine Garden!" Lin Duan quickly responded, "Could it be that you..."

"No down payment, half price of the house. Pan Zheng promised to bring his parents over tomorrow." Duan Jingsheng said concisely.Lin Duan immediately understood that Duan Jingsheng asked the Pan family to agree to dissect Pan Xiaoqian in exchange for the house.

"This is really... amazing." Lin Duan couldn't believe it. He lowered his head and held his forehead, feeling unbelievable. His smile was flustered and at a loss. Aloud: "Teacher Duan, I didn't expect you, why did you do this?"

"Why help me?" Lin Duan asked in fear: "These things, originally, have nothing to do with you."

Because I want to use you to revive Qi Qing.Duan Jingsheng's mobile phone was pinched between his index finger and thumb, and he swung around in a circle. Under the gravity induction, the screen automatically lit up, and it was still the same note. The next column of "dying" was listed as "joy".

"What do you think?" The darkness in Duan Jingsheng's eyes flashed away, his eyes seemed to be black holes that swallowed the light, making it difficult for Lin Duan to breathe.

He involuntarily grasped the quilt tightly, unable to look away, looking up at Duan Jingsheng who was commanding, his breathing quickened, and his heartbeat echoed in the empty and quiet room.

"If you were too nice to me," he laughed hastily, "I would misunderstand."

Misunderstand what?Duan Jingsheng almost blurted out his doubts.

The young man was sitting on the hospital bed, his face was pale as usual after a serious illness, his delicate skin was so white that it seemed to melt into the air, except for a fresh blush behind his ears.

Duan Jingsheng was surprised. He stepped forward, and the thick calluses on his fingertips lightly pressed against his ears. The flesh of his ears was cold and soft. Duan Jingsheng rubbed them carefully, puzzled: "Why are they so red?"

Lin Duan almost stopped breathing.

He didn't dare to move, his whole body was stiff, all the senses of his body were concentrated in his left ear, the sky in front of him exploded with colorful fireworks, making people dizzy, his heartbeat increased, and it seemed that a hard rock was pressed on his lung cavity, and he couldn't break free.

"Because the cerebral cortex is excited, the blood vessels in the skin expand and the heart beats faster. When the blood flows into the brain through the carotid artery, it will pass through the inner ear. The skin of the ear is thin and easy to appear red, so..." Lin Duan's voice became smaller and smaller: "That's it .”

Duan Jingsheng: "..."

Lin Duan: "..."

"Fool." Duan Jingsheng sneered and withdrew his hand.

Lin Duan blushed, and rubbed the pinnae that Duan Jingsheng had touched. The cold ear flesh was now boiling hot, like the temperature left by Duan Jingsheng.

Just like a full battery, Lin Duan suddenly had more courage, and he persuaded seriously: "Teacher Duan, PTSD will affect normal life. , you might as well do a test to rule out the possibility of PTSD. In this way, brother Qi Jiuquan can feel at ease."

Lin Duan thought that the relationship between him and Duan Jingsheng had finally eased a little after this battle, so he mentioned Qi Qing presumptuously and cautiously.

Unexpectedly, the moment Duan Jingsheng heard the word "Brother Qi", Duan Jingsheng was furious. That kind of anger was not the intensity of jumping three feet high, but the coldness of the air temperature suddenly dropping below zero.

Duan Jingsheng's eyes changed in an instant. Xi's smile faded away, and he suddenly bent over and grabbed Lin Duan's fragile throat. His jaws pressed against his fragile throat. Violence and disgust filled his entire face from his eyes. He warned coldly. : "You don't deserve to call him Brother Qi."

Breathing gradually became difficult, Lin Duan hugged Duan Jingsheng's wrist with both hands, his face flushed, his eyes were uncontrollably moist, he tried his best to spit out a shameful syllable from his compressed throat: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

Duan Jingsheng threw him away violently.

The cold air was released, rushing into his lungs, he stroked his chest and coughed, and caught Duan Jingsheng's red eye sockets out of the corner of his eyes.

Lin Duan suddenly thought that it is difficult to control emotions during the onset of PTSD. Patients always deliberately avoid people or things that cause disaster memories. Mentioning the fact that Qi Qing died itself is stimulating Duan Jingsheng.

Lin Duan immediately regretted it.

Behind him came the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the violent sound of the door smashing into the door frame. Lin Duan climbed up, pulled out the liquid needle three times, two times, five times, and rushed out of the ward after pulling on his slippers to chase Duan Jingsheng.

Duan Jingsheng walked fast with long legs, turned a corner and turned into the elevator. Lin Duan chased him all the way while running and panting, but the moment he touched him, he watched the elevator door close—he missed.

Lin Duan desperately tapped the down button, but the elevator was old and the response was too slow, and it had already gone down. His tapping was of no avail, and the nurse behind him chased after him: "Where are you going!"

Lin Duan turned around and ran into the safe passage.

The elevator simply stopped on almost every floor in the middle. When Duan Jingsheng stepped out of the elevator, Lin Duan happened to come out from the passageway on the first floor.

He quickly noticed Duan Jingsheng with a gloomy face, and regardless of the strange eyes around him, he chased after him regardless: "Teacher Duan!"

Duan Jingsheng's emotions were already out of control. Lin Duan was worried that he would be in danger alone, but he didn't dare to get too close to Duan Jingsheng, so he could only follow him leisurely.

There is a lot of traffic at the main entrance of the hospital and the roads are congested.Motorcycles, electric three-wheelers, elderly scooters, BMWs, Mercedes-Benz Volkswagens... There are all kinds of models, and most of them come to the hospital to see a doctor.The registration hall on the first floor was overcrowded, crowded shoulder to shoulder, so lively that it was as bloated as a vegetable market.

Panting, Lin Duan chased after Duan Jingsheng. The familiar tall figure was like the most dazzling star among countless stars, twinkling in the crowd, appearing or disappearing.

Lin Duan was sweating profusely, and the wound was dragged during the violent running. The wound was open under the bandage, and the wound was faintly bleeding.

With a pale complexion, he pushed away everyone and followed Duan Jingsheng closely.

Duan Jingsheng was aimless. He turned a corner and walked onto the main road. A BMW screamed and honked and sped past him. The owner rolled down the window and yelled, "You're looking for death, crazy!"

A motorcycle sprang out from the corner, like a straight flying arrow, before turning in time, it rushed towards Duan Jingsheng, Lin Duan seemed to hear the sharp crackling sound of it tearing the air, like a broken silk being pulled violently.

For a moment, the frame rate of a movie slowed down infinitely, and time couldn't catch up with Lin Duan's body reaction speed.He pounced on him, and at [-] second before the front wheel of the car hit Duan Jingsheng, he used all his strength to lead him away.

The screen is suddenly pressed to pause.

The motorcycle owner slammed on the brakes and ran over in a panic: "Is there anything wrong!" Pedestrians surrounded the two of them, blocking the traffic arteries, the continuous flow of traffic suddenly broke, and the driver who was in a hurry couldn't bear to honk his horn.

Lin Duan lay on Duan Jingsheng's body, his chest heaving violently, and the aftertaste of tension permeated all his limbs. He was stiff all over, and bent over to bury his head into Duan Jingsheng's shoulder. His breath was filled with the faint smell of cigarettes and a trace of sweat.

"Don't scare me." After a long time, Lin Duan repeated hoarsely: "Don't do this."

The heart was still beating violently, as if it was about to fly out of the chest cavity.

Duan Jingsheng only felt the world spinning before his eyes, and when his mind returned to his brain, he looked up at a cloudless blue sky, and the clear sky was as clear as blue.

Duan Jingsheng patted Lin Duan on the shoulder: "Get up."

Lin Duan got up in panic, stretched out his hand to pull Duan Jingsheng, Duan Jingsheng flicked his hand away, and stood up straight.

Lin Duan stepped forward and held his right hand with both hands: "Go back to the hospital."

Duan Jingsheng didn't speak, his face was expressionless, like a cold robot with only flesh and blood.

After Lin Duan finished talking with the motorcycle driver, he took Duan Jingsheng's right hand and led him back to the hospital.

Duan Jingsheng sat on the small sofa.Lin Duan closed the curtains of the ward, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Only his eyes were shining, and he was biting the silent man tightly, refusing to relax at all.

"I know you are in great pain." Lin Duan moved a chair and sat in front of Duan Jingsheng, sat upright, and said seriously: "But Brother Qi is dead, are you going to die?"

Who the hell is Duan Jingsheng Qi Qing? Lin Duan thought bitterly, why would a once superior person become like this? PTSD brought about a state of desperation like a walking corpse, and Qi Qing's death took away the dazzling light that Duan Jingsheng once had.

Not surprisingly, Duan Jingsheng punched him in the face.

Lin Duan bared his teeth lightly, touched the red and swollen corners of his mouth with his fingertips, and raised his head angrily, like a furious little beast, his eyes rounded fiercely: "I told you to check for PTSD and it won't kill you. Who is it for? Can Brother Qi see it?! He will only despise you for being weak!"

Duan Jingsheng got up suddenly, kicked him over, Lin Duan got up persistently, and accused: "Mr. Duan, you can't live without Brother Qi! Who are you!"

Who is he to you?Lin Duan had a splitting headache, and his mind seemed to be torn in two. On one side was terrible jealousy, and on the other side was deep love.They are like ice and fire, entangled and clamored: Duan Jingsheng hates you, the person he values ​​is Qi Qing, he has long forgotten you!

Dizzy and dizzy.

Duan Jingsheng pinched his fragile neck with one hand, turned over and pressed Lin Duan under him, bent his left leg against his fragile and soft abdomen, and stared at Lin Duan's red eyes.

"Say one more word, and you'll die." Duan Jingsheng threatened viciously as he tightened his grip.