Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

Mu Jinhuai decided to find a psychiatrist to show Rong Shu another day when he was free, in case the other party really had something wrong with him.

Rong Shu used to love to laugh and chatter endlessly, but now he is like a moldy little mushroom, huddled in a dark and damp corner all day long.

He wanted Rong Shu to smile at him, but at the same time he hoped that the other party approached him sincerely, not falsely and purposefully.

Although Rong Shu was forced to be tied up with him now, Mu Jinhuai knew very well that what he got was just a shell.

Rong Shu hadn't been out of the house for a long time, and spent most of the day curled up on the bed and sleeping.

At first, he had no energy to get out of bed because of the nature of the medicine, but Mu Jinhuai gradually reduced the dose because he was afraid that something might be wrong with him, but Rong Shu was still the same, drowsy every day, and the time for waking up was getting less and less.

Mu Jinhuai felt that if this went on like this, he would really lose Rongshu sooner or later.

Mu Jinhuai opened the curtain halfway, and the bright light stimulated Rong Shu, who was used to the darkness, a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously shrank into the bed and wrapped himself up tightly before falling asleep.

The psychiatrist pushed open the door and saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

The room was very dark, and the light from outside the door could barely see the scene inside. The furniture inside was arranged very neatly, except for the big bed in the corner, which was a bit messy.

There was a man lying on the bed. He looked very thin and seemed very insecure. Even in his sleep, he curled up like a little hedgehog who had a premonition of danger, but he had no strong spines to protect himself.

Mu Jinhuai walked into the room before the psychiatrist, and turned on the switch on the wall. The warm yellow light softly illuminated every corner of the room, so as not to irritate Rong Shu's eyes.

Rong Shu actually woke up a long time ago, when he felt someone open the door, but he just huddled under the blanket and didn't want to come out.

Mu Jinhuai walked to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and grabbed Rong Shu's wrist gropingly. Even though the heating in the room was fully turned on, the other's hand was still cold.

Rong Shu subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party held it tightly. Since he really couldn't earn it, he didn't bother to waste his energy.

The room was very quiet, no one spoke for a while, Mu Jinhuai silently held the other's wrist, trying to warm Rong Shu's with his own body temperature.

I don't know how long it took before Mu Jinhuai lowered his head, his slender eyelashes cast a light shadow, making it hard to see the emotion in his eyes, "A Rong, shall I take you out tomorrow?"

Rong Shu didn't speak, but Mu Jinhuai clearly felt the fingertips of the other party move.

Mu Jinhuai took advantage of the situation and pulled away the thin quilt covering the other party's head, and lowered her voice to try to be as gentle as possible, "Hey, come out and let the doctor take a look."

As if stimulated by a certain word in his words, Rong Shu's hand retracted instantly, he half-raised his pale face, and said slowly, "I'm not sick."

Mu Jinhuai touched the boy's side face and said softly, "It's a psychiatrist."

When Rong Shu heard this, his complexion changed suddenly. He hadn't moved his body for a long time, and with Mu Jinhuai's support, he sat up with difficulty.

The boy was wearing a loose pajamas, and there were ambiguous marks on his white and tender neck and arms that could not be concealed.

Rong Shu closed his eyes forcefully, as if he wanted to calm down his emotions. He had slept for too long and lived in a muddle every day. Although he was awake now, his mind was still in a daze.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and there was a look of sarcasm and sympathy in his eyes, "Afraid that I will commit suicide? Do you want revenge on me or can't bear me?"

Mu Jinhuai's pupils suddenly hurt, as if something sharp had pierced his eyes, the pain was severe but there was no way to relieve it, "...I can't bear it."

Rong Shu grabbed Mu Jinhuai's hand, and his originally dark and clear pupils became a little dizzy, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have approached you with a purpose, and I shouldn't have given you medicine... let alone hurt you... , to deceive your feelings."

Mu Jinhuai didn't make a sound, but every word Rong Shu said would bring back the past that he had tried so hard to bury, and suddenly there was a dense dull pain in his heart, he took a deep breath, "You take care of the treatment."

Rong Shu didn't speak any more. He looked at the psychiatrist beside the bed with a slightly empty expression, and silently wrapped the quilt tightly around his body.

The psychiatrist glanced at Mu Jinhuai, and said gently, "Is it convenient to go out for a while? Patients need an absolutely quiet environment to receive psychological counseling."

Mu Jinhuai glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, and nodded lightly.

The psychiatrist moved a stool over and sat opposite Rong Shu. His appearance was very gentle and refined, and he belonged to the type that makes it easy for people to let their guard down just by looking at him.

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Ten minutes later, the psychiatrist opened the door and came out with a dignified expression. He glanced at Mu Jinhuai who was standing at the door, and said truthfully, "The patient refused to answer any questions, nor was he willing to receive psychological counseling. Autistic tendency, it is recommended to take patients out for a walk, and keep the room bright and ventilated."

He thought about this, and suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something bad, "It's best to take off the iron ring around the patient's neck, such insulting things are easy to cause heart disease, and... the patient's sleeping The quality is not very good, I will prescribe him some medicine to improve sleep. Sex should also be restrained, if he really doesn't want to."

Mu Jinhuai's face didn't show much ups and downs. He took a deep look at the direction of the door, and then turned his gaze back to the psychiatrist again, "Then you can prescribe me some medicine, I'm sorry."

The psychiatrist nodded.

Rong Shu originally thought that when Mu Jinhuai said he was taking him out, he just wanted to coax him out to see a psychiatrist, but he was woken up the next day after he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Mu Jinhuai had already stopped using the medicine that prevented him from escaping, but Rong Shu had been lying on the bed for a long time, and it was a bit strenuous for him to walk.

There was an iron ring around his neck, no matter how much he looked forward to freedom in his heart, Rong Shu couldn't help feeling a little bit resistant.

He didn't want others to see him as inhuman or ghost. It would be fine if he didn't know him, but it would be embarrassing if he met an acquaintance.

Rong Shu was carried by Mu Jinhuai and placed on a wheelchair. He gripped the armrests on both sides with some repulsion. Just as he was about to say something, Mu Jinhuai took out a key and inserted it into the lock of the iron ring on the other party's neck. hole.

With a "click", the shackles around the neck were released.

Rong Shu's facial expression was still dull, but a little puzzled surfaced in his eyes.

Isn't Mu Jinhuai afraid that he will run away?

As if seeing what was going on in his heart, Mu Jinhuai stroked the boy's soft hair with a complicated expression, pursed her lips tightly and did not speak.

Now he would rather Rong Shu be alive and kicking like before, thinking about how to escape after being a well-behaved person, instead of being lifeless every day like now.