Qin Yihan stared at her for a long time, his eyes dark and his lips slightly parted.
He said coldly, "I want to say that Ruirui likes you very much. If something happens to me, as a mother, you have to take care of her."
"..." Qiao Xixi was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but ask, "Is that all?"
No.
The look in his eyes at that time didn't mean he wanted to say this...
"Um."
Qin Yihan responded lightly, and seeing her face full of surprise, he asked again, "Otherwise, what did you think it was?"
"I……"
Qiao Xixi opened her mouth, looked into his deep black eyes, hurriedly squeezed out a smile, and pretended to be relaxed, "I guess that's the case..."
After she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head, walked to the bed, picked up her quilt, and said softly, "The wound on your back hasn't healed yet, so I'll sleep on the sofa these days."
"..."
Qin Yihan's eyes suddenly darkened, his eyes fell on her thin figure, and he said softly, "You have very good sleeping habits and will not touch my wounds."
Hearing this, Qiao Xixi raised her head to look at him and said with a smile, "That's not good. Your wound has not yet formed a callus. If it is squeezed and becomes pus, there is a risk of infection."
Qin Yihan's eyes were unhappy, but seeing her insistence, he said nothing more.
Qiao Xixi spread her quilt on the sofa and turned around to see Qin Yihan also lying on the bed. Worried that he would not sleep well tonight, she brought incense and lit it on the table.
"Mr. Qin, this will help you sleep." Qiao Xixi picked up the aromatherapy, placed it on his bedside, and whispered.
Qin Yihan nodded and stared at her without speaking.
Facing his burning gaze, Qiao Xixi walked to the sofa and got under the quilt.
The sofa was placed close to the bed, and Qiao Xixi faced the inside of the sofa to avoid any eye contact with Qin Yihan.
Staring at the European-style dark-patterned sofa, Qiao Xixi felt extremely depressed. She sighed softly, pulled the quilt back, and closed her heavy eyes.
Why did Qin Yihan lie?
The look on his face at that time clearly didn't mean anything like this.
Does he have something to hide?
Qin Yihan stared at her back, smelling the faint scent of incense, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
He turned off the bedside lamp and the room fell into darkness.
Qiao Xixi opened her eyes, feeling heavy and unable to sleep.
Qin Yihan lay on the bed, looking in the direction of Qiao Xixi through the moonlight outside the window, and stayed awake all night.
In the dark night, each other's emotions have nowhere to rest, and they can be released to their heart's content through the night...
…
The other side.
Inside Beishan Mental Hospital.
Qiao Yuxin was escorted to the dean's office by Qin Yihan, who told the dean to keep an eye on her.
The dean immediately agreed.
Qiao Yuxin looked indifferent.
Because she knows.
My mother had already settled a relationship with Zhao Tianxiong, and being sent to a mental hospital was nothing more than a boo!
It won't be long before she can go out!
After sending the people there, Qin Yihan's people left.
As soon as they left, Qiao Yuxin sat down on the sofa and said arrogantly to the dean, "Okay, hurry up and send me my clothes, I'm going back!"
This ugly striped hospital gown is so ugly!
And the material was so rough that it made her feel itchy all over!
The dean looked at her with a sullen face, picked up the pager from his waist, and said coldly, "Send patient No. 35 back to the room."
Qiao Yuxin was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, a nurse had already pushed the door open and entered.
Holding the medicine in her hand, she walked straight to Qiao Yuxin and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, it's time for you to take the medicine."
"Don't you understand human language? Let me out quickly!"
Qiao Yuxin frowned and yelled at the nurse dissatisfied. She even raised her hand to slap the medicine out of her hand and said angrily, "I'm not sick, why do I need to take medicine?"
Are these people crazy?
Still not letting her go?
The nurse smiled, picked up the pills she had dropped from the ground, and said patiently, "Ms. Qiao, you have mental illness and you need to take good medicine to recover!"
"I'm not sick! Those are all lies. Didn't my mother tell you?!" Qiao Yuxin suddenly panicked when she saw something was wrong.
"But your examination report has been determined by experts to indicate that you have a history of severe mental illness." The nurse looked at her and said with a smile.
Looking at the smile on her face, Qiao Yuxin didn't feel warm at all, but instead felt creepy.
She quickly explained, "That report is fake and forged! I'm not sick at all. If you don't believe me, take the test again!"
"Ms. Qiao, most mental patients don't think they are sick. We can understand this."
The nurse ignored her nonsense, handed over the pills again, and said with a smile, "You should take the medicine now."
Qiao Yuxin opened her eyes wide, looked at the medicine in her hand, shook her head in horror, and shouted, "I won't take it! I'm not sick at all!"
Seeing this, the nurse looked at the director helplessly.
The dean said with a cold expression, "Inject her with a sedative."
"yes."
The nurse nodded and took out the syringe and medicine bottle from her pocket.
When Qiao Yuxin saw the sharp needle, she ran towards the door like crazy, trying hard to escape from this ghost place!
"Don't run!"
Immediately at the door, a security guard grabbed her arm and sent her back again.
"Let me go!!!"
Qiao Yuxin yelled like crazy and struggled hard, with veins popping out on her forehead.
When the nurse saw this, she immediately found Qiao Yuxin's blood vessel and inserted a needle into it.
"I'm not sick! I'm not sick!!"
Qiao Yuxin's inner defense was about to collapse, and she shouted heartbreakingly.
The nurse injected the medicine into her arm with a cold face.
Slowly, Qiao Yuxin's struggle became less and less intense.
She felt that her eyelids were unusually heavy, and then she fainted.
When you wake up again.
Qiao Yuxin found that she had been locked in the ward.
It's more like a prison than a ward.
The incandescent lamp above her head was as bright as day. She was lying on a narrow wooden bed, surrounded by snow-white walls.
She suddenly sat up from the bed and looked around blankly.
How she wished this was a dream!
When she woke up from the dream, she had already returned to Xue Cuiyun!
But the pale room in front of her, the hospital gown on her body, and the drag marks on her wrists, everything was a stark reminder to her.
This is not a dream!
These are all true!
She was really put in a mental hospital!
Before she could recover, the nurse from before had already walked in from outside carrying medicine.
The nurse gave her a scary smile, then picked up the medicine on the plate, handed it to her and said, "Okay, Miss Qiao, it's time for you to take the medicine."
Seeing the smile on her face, Qiao Yuxin couldn't help but tremble when she remembered the scene where she was pressed to the ground and forced to get an injection, "I...I don't want to take medicine, I want to see my family! I want to see my mother!"
The nurse ignored her plea and said with a smile, "Ms. Qiao, you can't contact anyone until you recover. You'd better take the medicine!"
With that said, he walked over.
"No... don't..." Qiao Yuxin was trembling with fear, "I don't want to take medicine..."
The nurse chuckled lightly, "There will be punishment for not taking the medicine..."