She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 811 You are running away
Xia Beiqing didn't respond again.

Yang Shao put his arm on the table and changed the subject: "You don't like what I said, so tell me about yourself. What do you want to do most?"

Xia Beiqing didn't say anything.

Yang Shao asked himself and answered: "Well... let me guess, you have always wanted Shen Zhiyu to leave and never appear in front of you again."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing turned his head to look at Yang Shao, then nodded and picked up the pen to write.

——Since you know, let him go.

Yang Shao asked: "What happened after he left? Last time he left, you still committed suicide, didn't you?"

Xia Beiqing's hand holding the pen trembled a little, and the tip of the pen was facing the paper, but in the end he still didn't write anything.

"If he stayed, you would commit suicide. If he left as you wished, you would still commit suicide. Why?" Yang Shao asked while observing Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head.

After waiting for a long time without any reply, Yang Shao held his forehead with his hand and laughed helplessly: "To be honest, you are really the most difficult patient I have ever met in my career. For other patients, I can more or less figure out their psychological activities from their expressions or words, and then prescribe the right medicine, but for you... I really can't guess. I really want to know, what do you think?"

Xia Beiqing moved his hand and wrote on the paper.

——Is the pursuit of death and liberation a disease?
Yang Shao nodded: "In my opinion, it is a disease, and...you want to commit suicide, not to seek liberation, because you are cowardly, you want to escape, Bei Qing, if a person is not afraid of death, why should he be afraid of living?"

Xia Beiqing stopped responding again, and the room fell into silence.

After a while, Yang Shao took out a book from his briefcase and handed it to Xia Beiqing: "This is what I brought you today. It's a very interesting book. You can take a look at it when you have time."

Xia Beiqing didn't answer.

Yang Shao gently placed the book next to him, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, did you record your mood and worries in the notebook I gave you?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.
Yang Shao smiled and said, "It's better to write more than to keep it in your heart." It was almost noon when Yang Shao came out of the room.

Shen Zhiyu stood up from the sofa, poured a glass of water and handed it to Yang Shao, and asked, "Is it over? How was it today?"

Yang Shao shrugged his shoulders: "Not the same as before."

There is no progress.

Shen Zhiyu looked a little lonely.

Yang Shao patted Shen Zhiyu on the shoulder and said soothingly, "Take your time. Don't be impatient."

How could he not be anxious?

If, if Bei Qing would let him get close to him, he would do everything he could to improve Bei Qing's mood.

But now, Bei Qing was resisting him, and he could do nothing.

After Yang Shao left the room, Xia Beiqing pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, took out a notebook from under the pillow, opened it, and saw that it was filled with densely written words.

Xia Beiqing hugged the notebook tightly in his arms, as if only in this way could he get a little comfort.

At the same time, Yeguo.

Yun Ci, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but her brows and features showed fatigue, and there was a dark spot under her eyes. She hadn't eaten much for several days and hadn't slept well all night. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was Ayou's face.

She was afraid, too afraid that what happened three years ago would repeat itself, and that Ah You would be tortured by Mu Chenbi again.

(End of this chapter)