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Chapter 643 Help him find a psychiatrist

After hearing what happened, He Jiayi's eyes widened in surprise and he was speechless for a moment.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xia Beiqing, who was thin and disheveled, lying on the bed. He knew about the past between Xia Beiqing and Shen Zhiyu, and he also knew that Xia Beiqing was still pestering Shen Zhiyu, but he never thought that he could do this for Shen Zhiyu.

He even lost his legs and became mute.

He Jiayi first checked Xia Beiqing's throat and discovered that his vocal cords were severely damaged. He didn't know what he had experienced to make it so serious.

Shen Zhiyu asked anxiously: "What happened to him just now? He kept covering his throat. Does his throat hurt?"

He Jiayi shook his head: "He has recovered well, so he shouldn't feel any pain anymore. It should be phantom pain."

Phantom pain.

It's this word again. I heard Jun's private doctor mention it before.

"What happened just now? Did he suddenly become like this?" He Jiayi asked.

"He took a mouthful of porridge and suddenly he became abnormal."

He Jiayi thought for a while, then asked, "Do you know why his voice got damaged?"

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands and answered with some difficulty: "Mu Chenbi poured boiling oil into me."

"What?! Oil?!" He Jiayi was shocked and found it unbelievable.

Pouring boiling oil into one's mouth is too cruel. Xia Beiqing is lucky. If he is not careful, he will be scalded to death. How did he endure this pain?

After listening to Shen Zhiyu's words, He Jiayi probably understood: "Maybe it was because the bowl of porridge was a little hot, which suddenly aroused his memory of being poured with oil, and his body couldn't be controlled by himself."

Shen Zhiyu then remembered that something similar had happened before. For example, when the food was a little hot or steaming, Xia Beiqing would be very resistant and refuse to taste it at all. Only when it cooled down a little would he carefully taste it and make sure there was nothing wrong before continuing to eat.

This time, Shen Zhiyu forgot to cool the porridge. Thinking of this, he wanted to slap himself twice. Looking at Xia Beiqing's pale face, Shen Zhiyu felt extremely guilty. "Zhiyu, you have to be more careful. This situation is not occasional, and it will not disappear after one or two times. It may appear from time to time in the future." He Jiayi reminded.

Shen Zhiyu asked hoarsely: "This is a psychological problem, right?"

He Jiayi nodded: "Unless we help him get out of the shadow, his condition will never get better, and it may even get worse."

"what should I do?"
"Find him a psychiatrist."

Shen Zhiyu was shocked.

Psychologist?

Even though his legs were broken and his voice was hoarse, he still had to bring a psychologist to him and tell him that he had mental problems.

This was too cruel, Shen Zhiyu couldn't do it. He couldn't bear to see his hurt and frightened expression.

He Jiayi patted Shen Zhiyu on the shoulder and said, "It's not surprising to drag it on. Think about it. When you have thought it through, you can contact me and I will recommend a few psychologists for you."

Shen Zhiyu's voice trembled: "Thank you..."

He Jiayi carried the medical kit and left silently, leaving Shen Zhiyu alone.

Shen Zhiyu sat on the bed, holding Xia Beiqing's hand and pressing it against his face. He lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, and choked with sobs: "Beiqing...what should I do?"

How can we cure him?

　Maybe, can I ask for a monthly ticket?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)