As soon as Zhan Wuyou frantically ran to the main road, he was stopped by his subordinates.
The corners of his eyes were red, his black hair gradually became messy as he sprinted, and the slippers that were originally on his feet were nowhere to be seen.
There is blood oozing from the big toe, I don't know where it moved
"Patriarch, get in the car, drive faster." His subordinates persuaded him nicely, and half-coaxed and half-deceived him into the car.
Zhan Wuyou sat on the back seat barefoot, and the brown upholstery under it immediately reflected blood.
The subordinates thought that he only injured his big toe, but they didn't expect the mat to be soaked with blood soon.
The soles of his feet were scratched all over, and he couldn't help saying, "Patriarch, you are injured."
Zhan Wuyou stared far ahead, deaf to the words of his subordinates. His surroundings were filled with low noises like snowflakes. The eager expressions of his subordinates were distorted and deformed in this low-temper, turning into blood.
In the bloody mess, you can vaguely see the metal mixed with the deformed shape; the fragmented metal there has been mixed with Yan Qing's flesh and blood, and it is inseparable...
"Patriarch!" Seeing Zhan Wuyou's complexion getting worse and worse, his subordinates couldn't help shaking him.
Zhan Wuyou's eyes widened as if returning to his soul, and he took a sharp breath.
He looked very much like a person who was about to drown and suddenly floated to the surface of the water, his chest heaved violently, his throat was panting heavily, and then his body seemed to reach an uncontrollable peak, his face turned pale, he lowered his head and vomited.
He didn't spit anything out. The eye sockets were already red, and tears filled the entire eye sockets, falling silently onto the brown cushion.
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After some time, the car stopped.
The subordinates looked at the tragic car accident scene in front of them, then at Zhan Wuyou who was still bowed and retching, and suggested in a low voice, "Patriarch, let's go to the hospital first."
"No." Zhan Wuyou's voice was hoarse, he wiped his face carelessly and raised his head.
The eye sockets were red, but the tears were withdrawn.
When he opened the car door, his beautiful eyes were clouded with moisture again, his voice was soft and hoarse, as if he was saying to himself, "I want to see with my own eyes, I want to see with my own eyes."
He got out of the car with bare feet.
The road in summer is hot to the feet. Zhan Wuyou ran so fast before, but now that he arrived at the scene of the car accident, he walked slowly and heavily.
… this road.
It was the same way in my previous life.
Also this big truck.
He even remembered his license plate.
The corners of Zhan Wuyou's lips trembled slightly. In his eyes, the red paint of the truck seemed to be the blood on Yan Qing's body. He's howling, he's fucking...
Zhan Wuyou walked over slowly, the black car body had been crushed to the point of deformation, adults could not survive in such a narrow gap.
And under the car body is a piece of half-clotted blood.
Zhan Wuyou had already walked to the cold beach of blood.
He stood there as if he had turned into a sculpture.
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When Yan Qing hurried past, what she saw was the sculptural Zhan Wuyou. His face was extremely pale, but his eyes were red. Her lips were trembling, but her body stood still.
Yan Qing suddenly felt strong regret.
He should have told Wuyou in advance before doing this.
He ran up quickly.
Zhan Wuyou seemed to have lost all senses, and he didn't turn his head to look at him.
Yan Qing felt very depressed and uncomfortable.
Reaching out his hand, he hugged him tightly in his arms. "I'm here, I'm fine, I'm fine." He clasped his hands very tightly, his voice was hoarse and eager, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the blood is not mine, don't be afraid."
Zhan Wuyou turned his eyes blankly, looking at him without focus.
Yan Qing was frightened by his blank eyes, held his face tightly with both hands, and called out, "Wuyou, baby, it's me, it's me! I'm fine! It's a simulation man made by a doctor, I'm not here In this car."
Zhan Wuyou blinked blankly, as if he didn't understand what he said.
Yan Qing was completely panicked, he looked at the two subordinates following Zhan Wuyou, and shouted angrily, "What's going on, what's going on!"
The complexion of his subordinates is also not very good, "The head of the family seems to be a stress reaction."
Stress response
How come there is a sudden stress reaction.
Zhan Wuyou in his arms began to bow his body and retch at this moment.
"Ouch! Ooh!" He seemed to want to vomit out all the organs in his body, his thin back trembling violently, but he still didn't vomit out anything except sporadic tears.
When he looked up, his eyes were even redder.
Yan Qing's face collapsed, she hurriedly picked him up and stuffed him into the car, and then took him to the hospital.
Zhan Wuyou was extremely well-behaved the whole time.
Like a weak little animal, he huddled weakly in Yan Qing's generous arms, his fingertips tightly grasping his collar, his knuckles turned white with such force.
"Baby, I'm fine, I'm fine." Yan Qing's voice was low and hoarse, her throat was dry and astringent, as if it was stuffed with dry cotton. However, it seemed that someone had stabbed a sharp knife in the heart, and it hurt badly.
All the regrets reached the peak of history at this moment, he even wanted to go back to the day when he and Wu Xinjing had agreed to seize the throne, and give himself a 'peanut' to refresh his mind!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have kept it from you, I'm sorry... yes, I'm sorry." Yan Qing buried her head on Zhan Wuyou's body, her eyes were hot and hot, and the oozing water soaked Zhan Wuyou's clothes, and she fainted Open a water stain.
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The doctor diagnosed Zhan Wuyou's current situation as a typical PTSD traumatic re-experience syndrome.
He should have had a similar experience before, so when the scene overlapped again, the patient had a severe emotional response, recreating the original traumatic situation.
"Has the patient been in a car accident before?" the doctor asked.
Yan Qing's face was ashen, full of remorse. The voice when he exited was also unusually difficult, "It's me, I... have been in a car accident before."
A car accident in a previous life.
He should have been vigilant when Wuyou was about to burn down that sports car in a panic in the yard!
He should know!
The doctor took a serious look at the two of them, and pondered, "It seems that you are very important to the patient."
If these words were changed to normal, Yan Qing would be so happy that she would give all her subordinates half a day off.
but now…
Yan Qing's eyes turned red, and tears fell down unexpectedly.
Zhan Wuyou, who was obediently sitting on the chair, stared at the teardrop that rolled down.
Full and clear tears flowed down the lines of Yan Qing's face, and then hung on the chin with his identity mark, wanting to fall.
Zhan Wuyou tilted his head, stretched out his hand suddenly, and took the teardrop to his finger.
A pair of cold hands caressed her chin, and Yan Qing froze for a moment, then said ecstatically, "Baby, baby." Yan Qing half-kneeled beside him, looking at him in surprise, "Doctor, did you see it! He There is a reaction!"
Zhan Wuyou looked at the tear on his fingertips seriously. After frowning slightly, he took it into his mouth.
The taste of tears was not very good, he stuck out his tongue slightly, turned around and caressed Yan Qing's face.
Yan Qing was almost going crazy with joy, chattering endlessly, "Baby, Wuyou, Wuyou, I'm here. I'm here."
The doctor was also surprised by Zhan Wuyou's actions.
Judging from the current situation of the patient, it is a very typical symptom of traumatic re-experiencing.
But he can respond to the outside world.
This shows that he still has a channel to the outside world, and his curability is relatively high.
The doctor checked several times and found that the patient could only respond to Yan Qing. He pondered for a long time before saying, "The patient's situation is quite special. I suggest finding a psychiatrist. If possible, the family will be with the patient during this time. Especially you." He focused on Yan Qing, "I'll give it to you again." You prescribe some medicine, you observe at any time, and come to the hospital in time if you have any problems."
"Is there anything else I should pay attention to?" Yan Qing asked earnestly.
The doctor glanced at the patient, "Try to stay by his side."