pity?

How could he be sympathetic? After so many years, it can almost be said that he has watched her grow up and transform little by little. The feelings in it are beyond doubt. If it weren't for her sudden confession, he thought, they would be like before.

Get along well like a harmonious one.

She was making a fuss, he was laughing.

He spoiled her if she lets her act spoiled.

"Not sympathy." He hugged her tightly, his eyes touched the scratches on her shoulders, his heart tightened, he put his clothes on to cover her, and did not dare to look at her again.

He was afraid that he would feel more regretful and blame himself if he looked at it more.

Obviously, his behavior of turning his eyes away made her misunderstand. Wu Xuewei slowly closed her eyes, and tears rolled down silently. What if it wasn't sympathy?

Look at her pitiful?

She also knew that she was abused by the pervert so much that she looked at her and touched her, and she was only one last step away from doing it. Even she felt that she was dirty, so why did she expect others to look at her more?

There was no words all the way, and the two of them were different.

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"The patient's body has many signs of being beaten, including blood congestion, bleeding, ankle, spine abrasions, and soft tissue contusions in the buttocks. After timely treatment, the injury is not serious. However, we recommend finding a psychologist for the patient to do a psychological test."

After the examination and treatment, the middle-aged female doctor held the medical record book and flipped through it while reporting her injuries to Feng Churui. Finally, she also made a suggestion.

"Psychologist?" Feng Churui frowned slightly, and looked in through the small glass window on the ward door. He saw Wu Xuewei looking at the ceiling with her eyes open, looking dull.

The female doctor nodded: "That's right. From the time when the injury was checked to the wound treatment, the patient didn't say a word. I wonder if there was a shadow in my heart, so I subconsciously rejected external things. To be safe, find a psychologist.

It's safer to test it."

Think about it, no matter what happened tonight, no one can stand it. The wounds on his body are easy to heal, but the shadows on his heart may be followed for the rest of his life.

Feng Churui thanked him, watched the doctor away, and then asked Secretary Wu to find a psychologist.

Pushing open the ward door, he walked to the bed and sat down, holding her cold hand, "Xuewei, are you hungry? Do you have anything to eat? I'll buy it for you, huh?"

Wu Xuewei didn't say anything, as if she didn't hear it.

He didn't force her, but quietly held her hand. He actually had a lot to say, but he couldn't speak.

He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to be afraid. He would not let such a thing happen to her again. He wanted her not to stop talking. Even if she simply said nothing, she would be better than if she was silent and let him

He was afraid for no reason. He wanted to tell her that it was him who was not good. Even though he knew that the suspect was lurking, he did not send a bodyguard to protect her daily trip in time...

I wanted to say a lot, my eyes touched her dull eyes, and I felt like something was blocked between my throat, and I couldn't say a word.

When Secretary Wu brought the psychologist in, he saw this scene. Miss Xuewei was looking at the ceiling. The mayor held her hand and looked at her deeply. No one said anything. A faint sadness lingered in his heart.

It's hard to bother you.

"Mayor, the doctor is here." Secretary Wu lowered his voice to remind him.

"Doctor, please check her."
Chapter completed!