Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Jiang Zhiqing jumped down from upstairs, like a white bird spreading its wings, the empty hospital gown floating in the wind, and falling like a white kite.

Jiang Zhiyi watched her jump down. The moment the bird landed, someone covered her eyes. Through the gap, only the swaying green trees could be seen. Shi Qingyue reached out from behind and passed through the wheelchair to hug her. The trembling eyelashes swept across her palm.

Gu Chuanjing climbed onto the railing, roaring Jiang Zhiqing's name.

The weather in May and June seemed to heat up earlier, as terrible as a steamer.

Jiang Zhiqing didn't know if it was good luck or bad. The flowers jumped down from the third floor and broke his arms and ribs. The broken ribs almost pierced the internal organs and needed a minor operation.

A familiar nurse arranged a temporary ward for them. Jiang Zhiyi's back was completely wet. Shi Qingyi wiped her back with hot water. Her muscles were very tight, and she held Shi Qingyi's hand halfway through the rub.

Shi Qingyue clearly went over to hold her cold hand, patted her tight back again and again, softly comforting: "Don't be afraid."

The trembling person buried his head in her arms, breathing heavily, she was sitting in a wheelchair holding Shi Qingyue's waist tightly, and she seemed to be touched by some terrifying memory.

For example, in the car accident three years ago, or the torrential rainy night three years ago, she also wanted to jump down from the rooftop——

Shi Qingyue gently patted her shoulders with his hands, and half-coaxed her to lift her head and wipe her forehead, and the door was unscrewed.

The middle-aged woman outside the door stood stiff, her eyes were looking at the scene in front of her, her face turned blue, Shi Qingyue instinctively wanted to step away to prevent Jiang Zhiyi from embarrassing, she only stepped back a little bit, and was firmly caught by the people around her. Up the arm.

She grabbed it so close, the arm of the person who was holding it hurts, and Shi Qingyue only frowned slightly without saying a word.

"aunt--"

Her hoarse voice came out, and tears of the woman at the door rolled out all of a sudden, sliding down the gully on her face, faintly visible the wagging of the years, wearing blue old clothes and washed white pants, she knelt on one knee Down.

"Zhiyi, you can save your sister and uncle..."

"Your uncle used to be bad to you, but he is now being retributed. He was paralyzed from gas poisoning three years ago. He is a useless person if he can't move by himself. Now he has liver cirrhosis and everyone is gone. You My younger sister has been taking care of her dad with exhaustion in recent years. Now something happened and she was still in the ward yesterday calling you why not to see her, I know, how can you bear the heart..."

The woman in the wheelchair turned against the light, the sun shone from behind her and her expression was unclear. She looked compassionate and gloomy. She quietly looked at the woman kneeling in front of her, but quietly touched her broken hand. limb.

The tears of the woman seemed endless. The bitterness of the half-life was not exhausted. The family was already drifting in the wind. The husband was not as good as death waiting to die. The daughter lost her child and became mentally disordered. His niece became disabled in a car accident.

"Zhiyi, you know, your uncle, he and your dad, you know..."

"Auntie--" The person who had been silent suddenly said, his voice was low, his body became tighter, and he even leaned forward slightly.

The sun was blazing and terrible for a moment.

...

The famous doctor finally came out. Shi Qingyi pushed Jiang Zhiyi to walk in the empty corridor. The sunlight in the corridor was blocked by railings. Jiang Zhiyi held her hand in an awkward position: "Will you? Don't you think I'm unkind?"

She gently helped the woman who had suffered for a lifetime to stop her from continuing, and told her in a gentle voice, Auntie, I miss your kindness in raising me and I will support you in the future, and take care of you in the future. But I won’t pay for the operation for my domestic abuser.

The woman's eyes gradually widened, and soon the warm liquid rolled down and hit the back of her hand. She began to describe in detail how painful her uncle was living now.

She just listened quietly, helped people up with little effort, and never said a word.

She knew it was miserable. Hemiplegia was a lifetime pain. She also had many sequelae due to long-term alcoholism. She couldn't move, and she knew it was better than death. She knew clearly that, after all, this hospital had part of her financing.

But she still remembers the pain and fear of being beaten and shivering in the corner when she was a child. The shadows of those years have always been with her, never leaving.

Shi Qingyue did not answer her, and walked a long way. She leaned down when her expression turned gloomy and hesitated, kissed her forehead, and whispered softly: "Did I tell you, your uncle three years ago? The gambling debt owed by me was made by someone else?"

You see that I am not as good as you think, and I am just like you, with a light behind it.

Jiang Zhiyi's fingers curled up unconsciously. The nurse had already come out. She glanced at the two intimate people in surprise, and coughed: "Doctor Chen let Miss Jiang in."

After a pause, the young nurse was afraid that they might misunderstand something, and explained with a smile: "I was just surprised. Ms. Jiang came here by herself before."

She is ashamed of her disability and is naturally hostile to anyone approaching.

Shi Qingyi handed the wheelchair to the nurse and blinked, "I will come with her from now on."

This kind of showy affection made the nurse unconsciously surprised, she laughed for a while, and then closed the door mercilessly.

The person sitting inside was an elderly female doctor with thick glasses. She saw Jiang Zhiyi come in and gently pushed the frame: "Ms. Jiang seems to be in a good state recently."

The person in the wheelchair retracted his gaze from the outside and closed his eyes slightly. After a moment of separation, he started to think again, thinking about what she was doing outside and who she met...

Her possessive and controlling desires are getting stronger and stronger, just as they were three years ago, and even worse.

This is not right, she warned herself over and over again in her heart, but couldn't help it, couldn't help it at all.

If this goes on, she will scare away those who finally come back...

——

Jiang Zhiyi's review took a long time, and Shi Qingyi walked outside a certain ward looking for his memory.

The two beds in it were probably liver diseases. An old man was surrounded by the caring care of his younger generation, with fruits and flower baskets, and his children accompanied him to talk. The other was deserted.

Before Jiang Zhiqing jumped out of the operating room, Jiang's mother waited in the past and no one came to take care of him.

The man who looked fierce and savage back then has lost a circle of weight at this moment, his eyes are sunken, and there are still tears on his face that have not been wiped, saliva drips down the corners of his mouth, and he can't see the ferociousness at all.

In just three short years, he went from a full-fledged man to an old man with a short life.

Shi Qingyue looked at the contrast inside through the thin window, and suddenly asked: "Is the gas poisoning a year ago really an accident?"

The system that pretended to be dead for a long time was silent and silent, and it took a long time to speak: "You don't believe her?"

Shi Qingyue: "..."

System probe: "You start to feel that the villain is wrong?"

"What's wrong? Does cirrhosis have something to do with her?" The woman raised her eyes slightly, with no emotion in her eyes. She gently touched the glass with her right hand, and it was cold without a trace of temperature.

When Jiang Zhiyi came out, he didn't see anyone. He only saw an empty space. He suffocated his heart subconsciously. The nail was pinched inch by inch into the palm of his hand. Shi Qingyi was not there. Where would she go? Does she want to leave herself?

More and more horrible and uneasy speculations came out. A person had already walked over in the corridor. Shi Qingyue walked over with soy milk and millet porridge, looking a little surprised: "I came out so soon? How about it? I'm afraid you are hungry. I went out and bought some food, would you like a bite?"

Jiang Zhiyi didn't speak, and stretched out her hand to pull her face so unsightly, Shi Qingyi let her lead, led all the way out of the hospital and got into the car.

Being in a wheelchair always hurts her back and back. When getting in the car, Shi Qingyi hugged her up. She was very thin and it was not difficult to hug her. Jiang Zhiyi wrapped her shoulders and talked sullenly.

"Tell me where you are going next time. Don't leave without saying a word."

There is one more sentence not said, I will be afraid, and then can't help but make you unable to run.

"But you were inside at the time, and I couldn't tell." The reason was so normal and flawless, Jiang Zhiyi was dumbfounded and let go of his hand.

"I will tell you wherever I go in the future." Little poor was upset, Shi Qingyue sighed, "I'm done guaranteeing, let's eat something."

Soy milk was fed to her mouth, and someone looked at her secretly, pretending to hold the soy milk, and took her hand by the way.

That night Jiang Zhiyi still had a nightmare. The dream was strange. The dream was endless night and heavy rain. Someone came towards her in the rain, and the smoke of alcohol and sticks chased her behind, and she ran away alone. For a long time, crying and running away, someone pulled her out of the mud and stretched out a hand from the sun.

She tried to reach out and hold her, and there was a crying voice behind her. Jiang Zhiqing cried and coaxed while holding a rag doll, and shouted to her: "Sister, where are you going? Are you not going home? Come home with me... …"

She woke up suddenly from the nightmare, she bit Shi Qingyue's finger in her mouth, and the tip of her nose had a faint smell of rust.

When she used to have nightmares, she always liked to bite the meat on both sides of her cheeks. Shi Qingyue would stretch out her hand to let her bite. She was so distressed that Shi Qingyue gave up this habit afterwards.

As for the later relapse-

The index finger was bitten with a mark, and a white arm was exposed under the loose pajamas, with faint red marks. Jiang Zhiyi's pupils shrunk slightly, and when he opened it, he found that he was pinched out in the morning by himself.

"Does it hurt?" She held the hand and touched the scar. Shi Qingyue just avoided it. She didn't expect that she would pinch her arm purple abruptly.

"It doesn't hurt." Shi Qingyue shook his head and leaned in to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead: "Have you had a nightmare again?"

The woman was silent for a while, then suddenly nestled in her arms and wrapped her arms around her waist.

She didn't want to say that Shi Qingyi didn't force her, the cell phone by the bed rang.

Shi Qingyue took a look at it. It was a long-lost name.

--Mother.

Jiang Zhiyi followed the probe, but Shi Qingyi turned off the screen.