Neuropathic phantom pain, the light touch of others is like the pain of cutting flesh with a knife to the patient's feeling.
At this time, the doctor who went out heard the movement and hurried in again.
The man on the bed turned pale, and his eyes swept over Su Yan who also took a step back.
I don't know why, but my face turned red with shame, and my body trembled even more.
Pulling the blanket, regardless of the wound, he directly covered himself.
Completely refuse to talk to anyone, and refuse to be viewed by anyone.
Ji Xingyu looked at his brother's reaction, and then at Su Yan, with complicated expressions.
After that, Su Yan and Ji Xingyu were all invited out.
The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant again, and the little bit of sweet smell was completely covered up and dissipated.
Ji Xingyu looked at Su Yan and opened his mouth
"you····"
The voice fell, but I didn't know what to say.
Su Yan kept her head down, took out piece after piece of strawberry caramel and ate it into her mouth.
The house is closed.
"Xingyu"
An old and deterrent voice sounded.
A man with gray hair, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a cane is sitting steadily on the sofa.
Ji Xingyu looked at the black leather sofa.
He stopped talking to Su Yan and walked towards the old man.
Ji Xingyu walked up to the old man, bowed his head
"grandfather"
The old man raised his head and looked at Ji Xingyu.
then sighed slowly
"If you have time, come and spend more time with your brother."
Ji Xingyu nodded.
"I know, Grandpa."
Hearing Ji Xingyu calling grandpa.
He immediately knew the identity of the old man.
Ji Jianguo is now the ruler of the Ji family.
Ji Jianguo has two sons and a daughter. The eldest son died in a car accident ten years ago.
The second son is now in the army, and it is said that his rank is very high.
And Ji Xingyu is the second child.
The old man looked at the closed door, clutching his crutch tightly.
In those eyes, the emotions are very complicated.
A little guilt, and a little miss.
Probably, I also want to go into the house to have a look.
But I don't know why, but I didn't make another move for a long time.
The old man has been sitting here waiting, and all the people around him have solemn faces.
Half an hour later, two doctors came out of the house.
road
"It's okay, the situation is still optimistic."
The old man listened, his hands trembling.
The voice is even older than before
"Is this optimism based on the level of a normal person, or is it based on the fact that he can't die?"
The two doctors looked at each other in silence.
follow the old man
"Tell me the truth, how serious is his condition?"
Ji Xingyu wanted to interrupt, but the old man was stubborn, and this time he would not stop until he found out the truth.
One of them sighed, and he stepped forward.
He is the attending psychiatrist inside and has treated him for more than ten years.
"Grandpa, Ji Yan himself has autism, severe depression, and concurrent neuropathic phantom pain. This time he committed suicide in the bathroom. Fortunately, he was discovered in time. Otherwise, according to the extent of the wound, even if he did not die, he would have died. become a vegetable."
The psychiatrist simply states what just happened.
With her head down, Su Yan unwrapped the strawberry toffee wrapper piece by piece, and ate the soft white toffee into her mouth piece by piece.
The old man became short of breath, and someone hurriedly handed him the antihypertensive medicine.
The old man waved his hand and refused.