Her voice seemed to come from under a high cliff, sharp and accompanied by a low hiss, "I'm not a patient, I'm not, I'm not, ah... I'm not a patient, I'm not, I'm not.

....."

She shouted while standing up from her position suddenly, and lunged towards Qinghe with her claws open...

Her movements were so fast that Qinghe had no time to dodge, her pupils expanded, and the moment her fingers fell, she instinctively raised her hand to block her.

Unexpectedly, the old man might have been afraid of hurting her, so he stopped Mu Zhifei in advance. Qinghe stopped and hit her hard in the face with his arm.

She screamed in pain, her face even more ferocious as she struggled to pounce.

Qinghe was also frightened, and hurriedly retracted his hand, holding his arm helplessly, breathing heavily as he looked at Mu Zhifei, who was out of control.

At this moment, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and his waist was tightly wrapped by a strong arm.

Qinghe was stunned for a second, his eyes a little dazed, and he looked up.

"Little kitten, are you okay?" Si Jue's dark eyes were filled with worry, and he frowned and looked her up and down.

Qinghe looked at his handsome face that was tense due to nervousness, and the previous sourness disappeared in an instant.

She quirked her lips towards him slightly and shook her head.

Si Jue stared at her deeply, as if to make sure that she was really okay.

After a while, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He put his big palm on her back, hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, "Fortunately it's okay!"

"..." Listening to the joy in his voice, Qinghe suddenly felt a sore nose.

The resentment I had felt because of his neglect before, but at this moment, because of his hug and concern, what was left was just full of emotion.

Perhaps even she herself did not expect that one day, her emotions would be completely controlled by others.

He can make her sad, make her happy, make her cry, make her laugh!

"I'm not a patient, I'm not..." Mu Zhifei's pupils were red, but deep in her eyes there was panic and fear. Her whole body began to twitch slightly, and then she actually raised her hands and started scratching her head.

Grabbing her face.

"Zhifei, Zhifei, calm down, calm down, daddy is here, Zhifei, daddy is here..." The old man hurriedly held her hand. His formerly tall and tall figure suddenly seemed to have become more rickety.

, the rich voice is also full of vicissitudes of life and heartache.

"Daddy, daddy, I hurt so much, I hurt so much, let me die, let me die..." Mu Zhifei's face turned pale, and he held his hands in prayer, his eyes were gray and there was no trace of them.

The desire to live is only full of pain.

When the old man heard what she said, he burst into tears and hugged her, speechless.

Si Jue's dark eyes narrowed tightly as he listened to the movement behind him. He held Qing He's hands, uncontrollably and forcefully, pulling them back again and again.

His handsome face was filled with forbearance, anger, and...hate!

Qinghe naturally noticed the change in his mood.

Her eyes flashed, and she twisted her body to withdraw from his arms.

Si Jue held her hand and stared at her closely.

Qinghe raised his head and smiled at him, "I'll go see her."

"..." Si Jue pursed his lower lip, stared at her for a while, and then slowly let go of her hand.

Qinghe looked at Mu Zhifei, who was tightly held in the old man's arms and still out of control. He took a breath and walked towards her.

Looking at the old man with moist eyes with compassion, he said softly, "Uncle, your daughter is very emotional right now. I think she needs to rest."

"..." The old man shook his head slightly, "Once Zhifei gets sick, her mood will be unstable, and she often does amazing things. After she gets sick, it is difficult to control her emotions for a while, let alone

rest."

He sighed, stroked her hair lovingly, then looked at Si Jue and said, "Jue'er, go get the rope."

Si Jue's fist tightened violently.

Qinghe turned his head and saw, his long eyelashes slightly covered, and said, "No need, I have a way."

As she spoke, she took out a cyan porcelain bottle from her sleeves, opened it, and a faint fragrance came out.

She stepped forward and put the mouth of the bottle to Mu Zhifei's nose.

As soon as he got close to her, she stared at her fiercely, with hatred in her eyes as if she had some deep grudge against her.

Qinghe's hand shook slightly, but it was just a shake.

After practicing medicine for many years, she has seen many diseases, and if she guessed correctly, her symptoms should be a type of mental illness.

Normally, she is no different from ordinary people. Once she is stimulated, her temperament will change drastically. In more serious cases, she will use violence to hurt others or herself to achieve temporary relief.

In general, people who are crazy about gains and losses are mostly because they have been severely stimulated and have shadows in their hearts, or their obsessions are too deep but cannot be realized. Over time, their personalities can also change drastically.

Qinghe frowned slightly, looking at her who gradually calmed down and then closed her eyes and fell asleep, not without doubts in her heart.

She looks like she is only eighteen | nineteen years old. What will she go through when she is eighteen | nineteen years old?

Sighing slightly, Qinghe was about to take back the porcelain bottle, but his eyes were attracted by the strange look on her face.

His eyes shrank severely.

There were some red marks on her face because she had scratched some before.

But the strange thing is that some of the skin on her face actually shed some flakes from around the red marks and rested on her face.

And these skin flakes are no stranger to her.

Her mother was a master at making human skin, and she had also done some research on human skin since she was a child. She could almost conclude that the dander on her face must be the dough used to make human skin.

This kind of clay is very common, and it is no less noticeable when it is covered on the face than the dough made of hundreds of grains of soil.

When she met her just now, she had not thought about human skin, so she did not notice the strangeness on her face.

Take a look now.

There must be another mystery to her face!

Taking a slight breath, Qinghe turned to look at Si Jue, his eyes lowered and filled with doubt.

He should know that she has human skin on her face, right?

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Si Jue narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward. His clothes brushed Qinghe's arm, he picked up Mu Zhifei and strode towards the backyard.

Seeing Ba's figure disappear from her eyes, Qinghe took a breath and turned her head to look at the old man who came to stand next to her.

The old man didn't look at her, his eyes were filled with the slightest trace of the vicissitudes of life, and he stared at the empty door of the room with a bit of nothingness.

Seeing this, Qinghe didn't say anything, turned his head, and like him, looked gently at the door.

A while passed, and when Qinghe thought he wouldn't speak, he turned his head slightly to look at her, with a bit of love in his eyes, and said slowly, "Don't get me wrong, girl. Jue'er and Zhifei are not the girls."

Thinking, knowing what is wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, Si Jue had already returned to the lobby.

When Qinghe saw the old man stop suddenly, he was slightly stunned and turned to look at Si Jue at the door.

Si Jue glanced at the old man, then walked straight forward, pulling Qing He out.

Qinghe was startled again and quickly turned to look at the old man.

But she saw that the old man just curled his lips slightly and looked at the two of her kindly.

Qing He bit his lip slightly, his eyes flashed slightly, he lowered his head slightly and followed Si Jue out of the lobby.

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Qinghe was pulled by Si Jue towards the backyard. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he was deeply shocked by the scenery.

The entire backyard, except for the small passage, is full of blood-red mandala flowers. If you don't look carefully, you would think you have stepped into a sea of ​​blood!

Qinghe's eyes widened and he was so frightened that he couldn't move away.

On both sides of the skirt, blood flowers kissed her feet gently. She and Si Jue stood among them. She suddenly felt that she might be covered by this red at any time.

My heart was undoubtedly shocked, but I couldn't help but feel the beauty, fiery, flamboyant and breathtaking aura of the flowers!

Qinghe was still shocked by the visual feast brought to her by the sea of ​​flowers, but suddenly, his voice, so faint that she could barely hear it, came to her ears.

"She often said that if the flowers in the backyard die, then she will die too. So, I hired the best gardener in the world to make the mandala flowers in the backyard stay fresh all year round.

Thank you very much!"

"..." Qinghe's heart tightened and she looked up at him.

Only then did I realize that when he said this, his face was so calm, and even his eyes did not have any ripples.

But the strange thing is that at this moment, she did not feel sad or sore, but instead felt sorry for him.

After just now, when Mu Zhifei pounced on her and he held her so nervously and worried about her, she suddenly became unwilling to take the relationship between him and Mu Zhifei in the direction that she was afraid of hidden in her heart.

Think about it.
To be continued...