During Shi Jin's treatment, she unexpectedly blushed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
It was the head nurse of the examination department. She was at the door, and she spoke English with a slight accent: "Mr. Shi, it's time for the examination."
Shi Jin subconsciously blocked Jiang Jiusheng in his arms to prevent outsiders from seeing, "You go with me."
She said, "OK."
Outside the psychological examination room, it happened that they ran into the murdered delusional patient who lived next door, Mr. Trang. I don't know if he was curious, but he secretly glanced at Jiang Jiusheng several times.
Shi Jin hid Jiang Jiusheng behind him, and looked over coldly: "Look again, I'll goug your eyes."
Mr. Trump was so frightened that he stammered, "No, no, I won't watch it." He began to sweat, his hands and feet trembled, and he felt countless thorny thorns crawling towards him.
There seemed to be ice in Shi Jin's eyes: "Turn your head away."
Mr. Trump immediately turned his head away, his breathing was difficult, and a curse-like voice came to his ear, relentlessly: "Dare to turn around again, and break your neck."
During the treatment stage, Shi Jin was very aggressive.
Mr. Trang, who is also in the treatment stage, has a particularly low psychological defense line.
Mr. Trump only felt that his throat was being choked, and he was about to cry. He hid behind the nurse accompanying the examination, his face was pale, his facial features were stiff, and his whole body was trembling.
going to be sick...
Mr. Trump began to doubt life, the world, troublemakers and danger everywhere: "Is he staring at me?"
"He tried to goug my eyes and wring my neck."
"Nurse, nurse! 0789 he wants to kill me."
0789 is Shi Jin's ward number.
"And 1345 also wants to harm me."
1345 is the neighbor on Mr. Trump's new floor.
Mr. Trump shivered and got under the stool, hugging his head and sobbing: "He wants to kill me, quickly, quickly hide me!"
The accompanying nurse had a headache, and Mr. Trump's delusion seemed to be getting worse. No matter how she pulled, she couldn't pull Mr. Trump out from under the stool, so she asked for help: "Miss Jiang, can you ask Mr. Shi to be a little friendlier."
Jiang Jiusheng was very embarrassed: "Sorry." She turned to look at Shi Jin, "Shi Jin."
Shi Jin didn't have the slightest intention of repentance, it was quite natural: "He was the one who saw you first."
Jiang Jiusheng tried to make sense of it: "That can't scare people." Especially because he is still a delusional victim.
"I didn't threaten," Shi Jin said lightly, "I'm telling the truth."
"..."
That Mr. Trump was about to collapse, and he huddled under the stool and cried out for help, screaming miserably.
Jiang Jiusheng's face turned serious: "Shi Jin."
Shi Jin bent down and stared into her eyes: "Are you angry with me?" He was very dissatisfied, but he was also afraid of offending her family, Sheng Sheng, and his expression was very conflicted.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't speak.
Angry, she is angry... He is most afraid that she will be angry.
He compromised, and held her hand in a friendly way: "I just listen." He was a little manic and uneasy, so he endured it.
Jiang Jiusheng patted the back of his hand reassuringly, and then asked the accompanying nurse: "What do we need to do?"
The nurse accompanying the examination thought for a while, and the first step in getting along with patients with persecution delusions was to build trust, so she said, "Shake hands with Mr. Trump and be friends."
Shi Jin: "..." mentally retarded!
The nurse ignored the obvious disgust on Patient Shi Jin's face, and squatted down to communicate with Patient Trang: "Mr. Trang, Mr. Shi is not a bad person, he will not harm you, he wants to be your friend."
Mr. Trump held his head and was terrified: "No, he wants to harm me. He wants to goug my eyes and break my neck."
With a smile on her face, the nurse gently enlightened: "How could it be, Mr. Trang, Mr. Shi was just joking with you, you see him coming over, you shake hands, and we will be friends from now on."
Mr. Trump was still trembling with fear. He pressed his face against the wall, trying to avoid it, and muttered: "Let him go, let him go quickly."
The nurse is gone.
Shi Jin walked over, folded his hands, and looked down: "Come out."
Mr. Trump kept silent, covered his mouth tightly, pulled up his collar, and covered his head tightly.
Shi Jin kicked the stool and said coldly, "I told you to come out."
He shrinks, shrinks hard, shakes, but shakes vigorously: "Don't, don't kill me."
Shi Jin squatted down, and said slowly: "I don't kill people, my Shengsheng doesn't like it, at most I..." Speaking of this, he stopped, thinking about what to do with him.
Mr. Trump's stomach convulsed, and he was about to urinate. He was completely desperate, hugging his head and crying loudly.
Jiang Jiusheng and the nurse: "..."
Manic paranoid patients and persecuted delusional patients are really not suitable to be friends. The next day, Mr. Trump was transferred to another hospital.
The premiere of "The Empress" was held at the Imperial Theater. Jiang Jiusheng and Shi Jin returned to China one day earlier. On the day of the premiere, she ran into Yuwen Chongchong backstage.
He attended the premiere as an investor.
At that time, in the corridor outside the lounge, Yuwen Chongchong saw her, so he pinched the cigarette in his hand, and said first: "How is his illness?"
Jiang Jiusheng stood by the wall: "It's okay."
Yu Wen charged forward and opened the window to diffuse the smell of smoke. With his elbows propped on the window sill, he leaned back slightly: "Hu Mingyu will be responsible for your affairs in the future, and let Mo Bing contact him directly."
She heard what he meant: "what about you? Where are you going?"
He lazily leaned against the wall, and said casually, "Go out for a walk." He didn't say where he was going.
Jiang Jiusheng pondered: "How long?"
"I don't know." He brushed off the cigarette ash on his cuffs, "Come back when you're tired."
I don't know where to go, and I don't know how long to go. Anyway, it's the same everywhere. Maybe, if you go around, you will get old and your heart will be closed.
He didn't say any more, he reached for the cigarette case in his pocket, fiddled with it a few times, then put it back without touching it again.
"What about the company?"
"I heard that she is going to retire, and she will come to the company." He was chatting, his eyes were lazy and dull, as if he couldn't cheer up, "I found a professional manager, and I will take her with me first."
Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "Is she going to retire?"
"Retire after the World Championships, regardless of whether she has won the Golden Slam or not, she must be retired." Yu Wen charged and frowned, "Her shoulder injury is already serious."
Swimmers have more or less occupational diseases, and Yuwen heard that it is very serious. In his 12 years of sports career, from gymnast to swimmer, from young champion to swimming queen, in addition to being full of honors, he also brought back a whole body of injuries. sick.
This is the national athlete. After exhausting his body, he will call a curtain call.
Jiang Jiusheng was not without emotion: "Tell me when you leave."
Yuwen Chong closed his eyes, his eyes glanced at her protruding abdomen, his brows and eyes softened, and he seemed to be joking: "Then don't come see me off."
She didn't say yes.
Yuwen Chongchong casually brought the topic away: "Let's talk about it later." He asked, "Where's Shi Jin?"
"He just took the medicine and needs to sleep for an hour, in my lounge." Jiang Jiusheng looked at the time, "I'll go see if he's awake."
He hummed.
She just turned around.
He stopped her: "Sheng Sheng."
She turned around: "Huh?"
After staring at her in silence for a while, Yu Wen charged forward and asked, "Is the life you want now?"
She didn't hesitate: "Yes."
That's good.
"Then have a good time." He smiled, with a bit of relief and a bit of cynical in his eyes, and waved his hand to signal her to go.
For some reason, he was smiling, but she couldn't see the light in his eyes. When did he start, he was so tired, and how long had it been since he laughed unscrupulously.
"You too," she said, solemnly, "Yuwen, live well."
He laughed, and said in a reprimanding tone: "Just take care of yourself." After a pause, "Make money well, you are my cash cow."
"Okay, I'll hold a few more concerts."
He waved and chased her away: "Go."
"Um."
She left, he touched the ring hanging around his neck through his clothes, and sneered, what kind of money tree is it, it is a debt collector, and he has to pay it back for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, Youyou's voice interjected: "If you look at it again, you'll reveal yourself."
Yuwen Chong charged back his gaze, without looking at Xie Dang, he went straight into the auditorium, found a seat with a good view and sat down, Xie Dang followed behind, just about to sit down.
"Get out," he disliked, "don't sit next to me."
Xie Dang was spoiled, with a big temper, he sat down loudly, and opposed him: "I want to sit down."
Yuwen Chongchong didn't bother to pay attention to him.
People came into the screening room one after another, a little noisy, Yu Wen closed his eyes and rested his mind, and Xie Dang said something serious in his ear without warning: "Yu Wen, if you can, don't like Sheng Sheng."
A lifetime is so long.
Yuwen Chongfeng didn't open his eyes, as if he didn't care, he replied calmly: "If it's possible."
Xie Dang hummed: "Among the people I've met, you are the stupidest."
This guy, when he likes someone, he never repents, is serious and cowardly.
Yuwen Chong raised his eyelids, moved his shoulders, and kicked over: "Among the people I've ever met, you are the most in need of a beating."
Xie Dang's rare sentimentality dissipated when he kicked him, and he completely blew up: "Damn it, I'm wearing white today, and you still kicked me!"
He added another kick: "Please don't sit next to me."
Xie Dang with two more footprints on his suit pants: "..."
Let's cut off the robe, brother, he doesn't want it anymore.
The street was full of neon lights outside the window, the moon was very round tonight, and the lights were not turned on in the lounge, so Jiang Jiusheng walked to the bed and called softly, "Shi Jin."
"Huh?" Shi Jin opened his eyes, his eyes were a little sleepy, because of the effect of the medicine, he was very sleepy, his throat was tight, "Shengsheng."
Jiang Jiusheng said in a low voice, "The movie is about to start, do you want to watch it?"
Shi Jin lifted the quilt and sat up: "You acted, you have to watch it."
At half past nine, the movie premieres.
For the first public screening, apart from the producers, investors, and some professional filmmakers, the rest are fans and fans from all over the world.
"The Empress" is 105 minutes long, and from the 89th minute onwards, bursts of sobbing can be heard in the screening hall.
That was the last scene between Emperor Yanhong and General Dingxi, it was a farewell.
At that time, Xiliang was allied with the State of Yan, and their troops approached the city of Dachu, and they pressed on to the key points of the battle. General Dingxi was defeated and disappeared.
Below the city, General Wan Guang from Xiliang was provoking: "Emperor Yanhong," he yelled towards the beacon tower while sitting on his horse, "Look, who is this?"
Two soldiers escorted the captives forward.
The smoke from the beacon fire blinded people's eyes, and their vision was blurred. Standing on the city wall, Rong Li saw her face clearly with the light of the beacon tower. Her face was covered in blood and her hair was messed up.
It was Da Chu's General Dingxi, and his Ah He.
He subconsciously walked forward, but was blocked by the cold bricks of the city wall, his pupils were scarlet: "Wan Guang, you have to dare to touch a single hair of her," he paused every word, "Zhen, I will slaughter you all."
Wan Guang shouldered the sword on his shoulder: "It's fine if you don't move her, open the city gate."
Qin Bi, the Marquis of Yong'an, stepped forward immediately: "Your Majesty, don't do it!" Qin Bi advised with heavy words, "In the city of Yaoguan, one hundred thousand people have not yet retreated. Once the key points of the war are lost, half of the country of Great Chu will be in danger."
Rong Li kept looking at the city, looking at his Ah He standing helplessly in front of thousands of troops: "If you don't open the city gate, what will Ah He do?"
The wind was blowing, the military flag of Da Chu was whistling, the sky was full of wolf smoke covering the stars, in the dim darkness, the voice of Marquis Yong'an resounded loudly.
"The Dingxi General's Mansion is a loyal family, the major general counts," he choked his throat, "it counts as a sacrifice—"
Keng!
Rong Li drew his sword and pointed it at Marquis Yong'an, the ruler of his country, almost roaring: "My beloved girl, why should she sacrifice herself? She is my queen. The life of any of you is worth letting her change."
Marquis Yong'an shouted: "Your Majesty!"
Rong Li ordered: "Open the city gate."
But no one dared to open the city gate.
How important Yaoguan is, even the lowest-level soldiers know that if it is opened, half of Dachu's country will be lost, and thousands of people in the city will undoubtedly die.
Their emperor is shouting: "Open the city gate for me!"
The Ninth Five-Year Lord, after all, lost to a woman, a woman who guarded the country and family for him.
She was at the bottom of the city and called out: "Rong Li."
Far away, there were tears in his eyes.
She shook her head.
He ignored it, shouted with scarlet eyes: "Open the city gate, open the city gate!"
The wind was strong, and Yingshen's voice was blown away, ethereal and clear: "Rong Li, you are the emperor of Great Chu, and behind you are your people."
Her face was covered with blood, but her eyes were calm.
He didn't look back, he didn't look at his people, he didn't look at his soldiers, he just looked at her: "Ahe..."
He is no longer the emperor, it is okay if he is not.
"Have you said enough?" General Wan Guang got off his horse, walked behind Yingchen, and put the knife on her shoulder across her throat, "Emperor Yanhong, I will count to three. If you don't open the city gate again, I will Just cut off the beautiful neck of General Dingxi."
Wearing a silver military uniform, Yingchen stood motionless in front of a hundred thousand enemy troops.
Wan Guang shouted: "One."
Pausing for a moment, amidst the howling wind, he shouted again: "Two."
Rong Li held the sword, his hand was shaking.
"three-"
He shouted: "Kaesong—"
Almost at the same time, Yingchen held Wan Guang's handle, turned it slightly, and sent the sharp blade into his throat, blood gushing out in an instant.
"Boom." The sword she gave in Rong Li's hand fell to the ground, "Ahe!"
Under the city, the woman standing in the smoke of the wolf was tottering and fell backwards.
"Rong, calendar."
When she opened her mouth, blood flowed out of her throat, flowing down her silver uniform, drop by drop, rolling down... Opening her mouth, she couldn't make a sound, and her pupils slowly dilated until she couldn't see him clearly.
He seemed to be crying.
Rong Li, can you hear me
Don't cry, you are the king of Great Chu, you can't cry in front of your courtiers, I will wait for you in Huangquan for as long as you want, if you don't come, I won't leave, in the next life, you won't be king, I won't be general, I'll be your wife again.
Bright red blood dripped all over the ground, and the woman lying on the ground was General Dingxi of Da Chu, who died with unrepentant eyes. She opened her eyes, looked at the beacon tower, looked at her king.
"Ahe!"
"Ahe!"
Rong Li jumped down the city like crazy, Marquis Yong'an grabbed him from behind, and shouted with red eyes: "Your Majesty, you can't go."
He pushed away: "Go away, my Ahe is below, she is waiting for me!"
Marquis Yong'an had no choice but to hit him on the back with a palm, and he fell down slowly, lying on the ground, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the darkness was reflected in his pupils.
"Ahe, wait for me, I will come..."
"Archers prepare," Yong'an Hou ordered from the city, "Attack!"
In the battle of Yaoguan, one hundred thousand elite soldiers from Xiliang were defeated, and surrendered three days later.
The emperor ordered that not a single prisoner be kept, but all of them should be executed.
The war in the Three Kingdoms lasted for decades. In the fifteenth year of Yanhong, the Great Chu unified the Three Kingdoms, and the world was at peace ever since.
The world was initially determined, and in the next month, Emperor Yanhong committed suicide by taking medicine.
When Rongli was dying, only Qin San from Yong'an Houfu was there, the medicine was mixed with the wine, he drank and drank, first he got drunk, holding the sword that Yingchen gave him, talking to himself.
"Qin San, in this life, I will live up to the country, the country, and the thousands of subjects of Great Chu." His eyes were empty, without a trace of expression, "I only owed her, I owed Ahe."
After speaking, he began to vomit blood, mouthfuls of blood sprayed on the sword, he lay down, closed his eyes, curled up and called Ah He.
Qin San shouted to the imperial physician in a panic: "Rong Li!"
No matter how he shouted, he didn't even open his eyes.
"Rongli, open your eyes, don't sleep."
"Rongli!"
His hand slid down weakly, the sword fell, and knocked over the wine cup: "I'm leaving, I'm going to accompany her, I can't make her wait any longer..."
"Rongli!"
"Rongli!"
In the fifteenth year of Yanhong, on the winter solstice, the emperor collapsed and was buried in Changmian Mountain together with General Dingxi. The emperor reigned for fifteen years and had no heirs or sons. It was passed down to Xiaoyan, the son of King Tangrong.