What about actor?

During the week back in City A, Qi Mo's work was done in the ward.

The wound on Shifeng's face has been removed after undergoing cosmetic stitches, and the next step is to wait for it to heal and cooperate with medication to prevent scarring.

The doctor Qi Mo consulted is also quite famous in China. It is said that his hands are quite steady. Even if it is a tricky wound on the face, he claims that there is a 90% chance that there will be no scars.

To Qi Mo, Shi Feng's skin is so precious, but in the mental state of the other party, this has become a secondary issue.

During the trip to London, Shi Feng's stress disorder was completely acute.

He kept having recurring nightmares, waking up repeatedly, and waking up crying again, hyperventilating from being so distressed and upset.

At the same time, he was also on high alert, the camera on Qi Mo's phone would scare him.

He was inexplicably extremely repulsive to the doctor, and started yelling as soon as he got close. Most of the time, Qi Mo had to forcefully hug Shifeng to let the doctor see him normally.

In severe cases, there may even be symptoms of separation of consciousness.

He couldn't feel the existence of himself and part of his body, and whenever Shi Feng looked at him helplessly and fearfully, the huge guilt almost completely crushed Qi Mo.

Qi Mo thought, if only he didn't lose his temper with Shi Feng.

No matter what ring or necklace is in the box, just return it to him. If you stay by his side and watch, these bad things may not happen.

On Sunday morning, Guan Shaobai, who had just returned from his research in Germany, knocked on the door of the ward with a smile.

"Long time no see~" I was supposed to give Qi Mo a warm hug, but Guan Shaobai missed it.

Qi Mo let him open the door, and turned around mercilessly: "Stop being polite, I'm not in the mood."

"Wow, I came all the way back to see your patients, and you just treat me like this." Guan Shaobai shook the pigtails at the back of his head, carried his computer bag into the door, and saw Shi Feng lying on the bed.

"Is this your little entertainer with PTSD?"

In the next second, he leaned close to the sleeping Shi Feng, observing the other's slender eyelashes and the gauze on his cheek from a quiet distance.

"Hey, it's a bit of a surprise."

Qi Mo reminded him to stay away with a knife in his eyes, "What's the accident?"

"It's amazingly beautiful." Guan Shaobai laughed jokingly, took out the laptop from his bag, and glanced at Shi Feng again, "Like a broken doll."

Without any excuse, he pulled up a chair and sat down, "Tell me about the specific situation, and I'll make a record."

Qi Mo then detailed the various clinical manifestations of Shifeng this week, while Guan Shaobai was typing on the computer seriously, asking one or two questions from time to time.

"What's going on with him and his family?"

"I don't know." Qi Mo said, "I only know that we haven't contacted for four or five years."

Guan Shaobai spoke in a sissy way: "Oh, you are so pitiful."

As a psychologist whose name frequently appears in foreign medical journals, Guan Shaobai's own behavior style is qualitatively different from the rigorous papers he writes.

This person is 29 years old, and he is not calm but is getting more and more detached.

After asking for a while, he said, "Can you wake him up?"

Qi Mo: "??"

Guan Shaobai said: "I have to observe it myself, just listen to what you say."

The expression on Qi Mo's face seemed to bury him on the spot, "No."

"He has trouble falling asleep, and it's hard to get a good night's sleep."

Guan Shaobai thought for a while, and suggested sending Shi Feng back to his home to recuperate.

"Familiar places can bring people a sense of security. Maybe he doesn't like hospitals."

Qi Mo thought for a moment and listened to the suggestion.

Then he brought Shi Feng back to his residence openly, euphemistically saying: take care of the poor little one who is left alone.

He asked the decorator to remove all the mirrors in the house and all objects that could reflect images. If there were necessities that could not be removed, they would be covered with white cloth.

The [-]-square-meter top-end apartment seems to have been ransacked by robbers. Only the soft and white thick carpet under the feet and the kitchen's complete tableware prove that there are people living here.

At first, Qi Mo was still a little guilty, after all, he hadn't asked Shi Feng's wishes, and maybe he wouldn't get used to it when he woke up.

When he was standing at the door with the porridge, he found Shi Feng on the bed with his eyes open, his heart skipped a beat, and he became inexplicably nervous.

But Shifeng didn't react violently, he just sniffed on the pillow, seemed to be confused for a while, then turned over and fell asleep again.

Qi Mo was a little bit taken aback by the act of smelling, and it took him a long time to realize that there might be his own smell on the bed, and he could smell it.

After smelling it, I fell asleep again.

Was he this good when he was in the hospital?

When answering the phone with Guan Shaobai, I mentioned this incident by the way, and the other party smiled foolishly: "It means he trusts you in his heart."

Qi Mo automatically changed the word trust into another meaning.

Trust means that he is special in Shi Feng's heart.

Special equals unique.

Unique is equal to liking.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Mo enjoyed himself for a long time.

The company is busy with affairs, and has accumulated a lot of work these days, Su Ran runs frequently, and sends the documents to Qi Mo's residence regularly every day.

Qi Mo took a few more glances at Su Ran's black-dyed hair, and he smiled embarrassedly, saying that light hair would take too much time to take care of.

Changing his hair color is like changing a person. When we first met Su Ran, he looked too much like a gentle and harmless little sheep. People subconsciously ignored his height of 1.8 meters and his professionalism in work.

"These are the files to be processed." Su Ran put a thick stack of folders on the table, "Also, do you need to push down the delayed announcement?"

Qi Mo felt a headache, "When is the schedule?"

Su Ran replied very quickly: "It's June."

Seeing her boss's black face of wanting to close the company, Su Ran continued to smile, trying to make Qi Mo realize the reality.

"There are a lot of business inquiries this year. I have already screened out the more suitable ones and sent them to your mailbox."

Qi Mo opened his notebook and clicked on his mailbox.

Qi Mo decided to light a cigarette to calm down.

Wind and work, both things are very important.

Although he did want to give priority to Shi Fengbei's affairs, he was at his wits end, and Chang Ji needed him.

"Is there any news from Wang Gu?" He asked.

Su Ran still replied in seconds: "No."

He had a clear attitude, made it clear that he wanted to let go, and acted as if Shifeng's life or death had nothing to do with him.

Qi Mo sighed, turned his chair around, "Give him time to explain, it seems he doesn't appreciate it."

Just because He Manman, a small person, wants to arrange the lounge in that way, so many staff members are not blind.

The mirrors on the wall and ceiling fell just right, and the pieces were sharp, not to mention half dead or half injured, obviously to disfigure Shi Feng.

As for why He Manman and Wang Gu knew that Shifeng had this disease, he needs to investigate again.

Qi Mo said: "I will settle this account with him properly."

Su Ran thought about Xu Bin who had been in contact with him frantically for the past two days, and said, "By the way, Xu Bin..."

"Let him stay at home." Qi Mo naturally knew what Su Ran was going to say, "If Shi Feng doesn't recover, he will never see him again."

Su Ran nodded and said nothing.

Although, Xu Bin did have a way of leading artists in the past.

But Qi Mo doesn't care about these, at least during this period of time, Qi Mo thinks that he guarantees the artist's personal safety as zero.

Every time it was him who had nothing to do, and the artist was sick and injured, it would be a bit unreasonable not to give some punishment and warn him.

"After all..." Qi Mo's voice sank, "Shi Feng helped him once before."

Before signing Xu Bin, Qi Mo went through a process to check his background.

Xu Bin had accidents before.

Young, unable to withstand the temptation of money, in the end, the cooperating party A used him as a scapegoat, and the signed contract was also caught in the trap, directly making him pay 3000 million yuan.

His family was ruined with a single thought, and those who wanted debts kicked the door every day. He ran around to borrow money, like a mouse crossing the street, being rejected by all relatives and friends.

The pregnant wife was almost forced to jump off the building, and the parents were getting old, and it was very painful because of him.

Then Shifeng helped him fill up the hole.

As a top man worth hundreds of millions at the time, he paid 3000 million yuan as soon as he said it. The young man's mind was not so twisted and twisted, but he was born kind and couldn't bear it, so he helped him.

After rehabilitating, he hired a lawyer for Xu Bin to file a lawsuit. Although the money will not be returned, it can be considered that Xu Bin has been completely removed from the case, and his life will not be affected in the future.

This is why after four years, Xu Bin is still deeply attached to the down-and-out time.

Many relationships that seem to be extremely tough on the surface actually have interests and values ​​​​first.

Realize that some people are born with rough luck, besides, is there no one who does not want everything to be good to him?

Qi Mo thought, maybe it is possible.

Apart from himself, Shifeng really has no one to rely on.

Shifeng's state began to change from extreme extreme to extreme laziness.

Because of the nightmares, it was difficult to fall asleep. He often lay motionless in bed with only one pair of eyes open.

Too lazy to get up, too lazy to eat, too lazy to talk, too lazy to cry, too lazy to laugh.

Qi Mo is very busy, and only opens the door of the room at night, appearing exhausted and faintly smelling of tobacco.

If Shi Feng found that the corners of his eyes were wet and he was not asleep, Qi Mo would hold him in his arms, hold his hand, and squeeze it.

"What is Shifeng doing?" Qi Mo stretched out the end of his voice, and began to coax him to sleep in a low voice.

Shi Feng was so sleepy that he couldn't sit still, he couldn't open his eyes when he swayed back and forth, and he still refused to fall asleep, relying on Qi Mo behind him to hug him.

"sleeping……"

Qi Mo kissed and sniffed the side of his neck, and said with a sigh of pity: "Shifeng is going to sleep..."

During the day, Guan Shaobai came to see the situation of the wind.

Guan Shaobai smiled, and casually tore off the flirty pink leather rope with his pigtails, "Here, this is for you, as a meeting gift."

The arc of Guan Shaobai's smile didn't change a bit, "Hi, I'm Qi Mo's friend, my name is Guan Shaobai."

Guan Shaobai turned his head and pointed the smiling mask at Qi Mo, saying, "Go out."

Feeling his sleeve being pulled, Qi Mo lowered his head, while Shi Feng stared at him expressionlessly.

Guan Shaobai raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want him to go out? Well, fine, then you stay, who made me so lenient."

I thought that a long and serious conversation was about to start, but Guan Shaobai didn't take the usual path at all, and the whole process was full of nonsense.

He asked Shifeng how old he was for a while, and then asked if he was in a relationship, which one he liked, whether I was handsome, where I lived, how many people were in the family, did he have lunch, what did he eat...

Guan Shaobai is like a fine fly, chattering endlessly.

He stood and babbled for 20 minutes, and when he was tired, he poured a glass of water and moved a chair to sit down and continued chatting, as if Shifeng would not disturb his interest in talking at all if he didn't skip a word.

Qi Mo suspected that Guan Shaobai had forgotten the purpose of coming, so he endured and endured, listening to him talking non-stop for 50 minutes without stopping.

At one hour and three minutes, Shi Feng seemed to have finally been annoyed by Guan Shaobai enough, and suddenly broke out:

"Get out!!"

Guan Shaobai took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "Okay."

Get up and open and close the door, back and forth for five seconds.

Seeing that Shi Feng's hands were shaking, Qi Mo took a long time to calm him down.

When I went out, I saw Guan Shaobai sitting on the sofa seriously writing observation records.

Qi Mo said: "I thought you were just looking for him to chat with."

Guan Shaobai rolled his eyes: "Please, how can you talk to him if he doesn't want to talk?"

Guan Shaobai looked at the computer with a bit of focus, and then slowed down his voice: "It's okay if you don't talk, I have to force him."

After a while, Guan Shaobai picked up his computer bag and was about to leave. When he was changing his shoes at the door, he asked again: "Is he like this recently?"

Qi Mo said, "What kind of thing?"

"It's not normal to be lazy."

Qi Mo thought for a while and told him, "It's tiring to eat and chew, so forget it."

"Calculate."

After putting on his shoes, Guan Shaobai looked back at Qi Mo.

He suddenly said seriously, "Look at him carefully."