"What can I do?"
Mo Qianliu suddenly became emotional, "You know my state at that time. I have hallucinations every day. If it weren't for Gao Yafei's appearance, I would die and I would never see my sister again."
He curled up, "I want to live, I can't die... can't die."
As if caught in a nightmare, he kept repeating these words.
"Can't die... I'm dead, I will never see Qian Luan again..."
"Qianluan, where are you? The third brother is sorry for you, sorry for you."
Seeing that he was about to fall into a demon barrier again, Mark quickly got up and said: "Owen, stop, you will really die if you continue. If you want to see your sister, don't think about anything, stop your thoughts."
Mark's voice was like a sharp stabbing on his body, Mo Qianliu trembled physically and mentally, and his consciousness returned.
He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and tired: "Yes, I can't die, Mark, you must stop me."
Mark's wrist was suddenly grabbed by him, tightly grasped, as if he had caught a life-saving straw.
"You must stop me."
Mo Qianliu stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and the paranoia and madness in his eyes made Mark, a psychologist who has worked for many years, not only trembles.
He said: "Don't worry, you are my patient. As a qualified doctor, you will never let this happen before my eyes."
The hand clenching his wrist slowly loosened and fell on the hospital bed.
Mo Qianliu was sweating, and his pale face was covered with crystals, making him more fragile and weaker than before.
Just then, the phone rang.
He thought it was the elder brother who answered the call, and the words "Gao Yafei" were displayed on the caller screen.
Mo Qianliu held the phone and hung his head, her hair covering his eyebrows.
Did not pick up or hang up.
Staring at those three words in a daze.
Mark leaned over and took a look, then sat back in the chair with two chucks, without speaking, as if waiting for Mo Qianliu's next move.
The sound of birds thumping came from outside the window, followed by a crisp bird call, breaking the quiet air of the ward and pulling back Mo Qianliu's thoughts.
He raised his head and looked at Mark, "I dare not answer."
Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Her name, she will make you feel scared and want to hide away."
Mark: "Because she pester you?"
Mo Qianliu shook his head, "No...I thought of her words when I saw her, they were very clear, like a sharp blade inserted into my body sharply and soberly."
Too much talk in one breath made him a little breathless.
He was often short of breath because of illness, even if he stood in front of the window and panted, he couldn't get rid of the suffocation.
Mark's deep eyes seemed to change for a moment, and then he smiled softly.
"You should know that she deliberately irritated you."
Mo Qianliu looked at him, "Mark." His hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.
"Analyzed rationally, she was right, not wrong at all. Those traffickers have no humanity, and they will not pity a child. In their eyes, those children are money, money that makes them crazy about it."
His voice trembled, "My sister... Our Qianluan is also one of them..."
The ending sound choked, his face paled again, "May be sold to a remote area, may be, hurt, or maybe...dead."