Quick Transmigration: After the scum and blackened the male lead, I died and escaped

Chapter 770
It would be great if the person Qinghe likes is him.

If only he hadn't exchanged lives with Duan Jiayu.

If he was born in Duan's family smoothly, sister Qing He would definitely like him very much.

They will grow up together, they will be each other's sweethearts, they will get married together...

When he thought of these countless possibilities, he couldn't let go, he couldn't get out at all...

It was Duan Jiayu and his mother who ruined his originally happy life!
So, the man broke down again under emotional circumstances, and he committed self-mutilation again.

Seeing the monitoring screen, the doctor quickly asked the nurses to sedate the patient, and the nurses skillfully treated the man's wound.

Qing He watched the other party torture himself, and couldn't help frowning. She didn't expect Duan Yanxi to be so seriously ill.

However, this self-harm is his reason, so why let her come?Do you have to respond to each other if you are loved?
She doesn't owe him anything.

Duan's mother had been watching her son in pain in the monitoring room, shedding tears silently. She looked at Qing He's unmoved appearance even after seeing the monitoring screen, and couldn't help feeling that her son was not worth it.

However, as a mother, she couldn't just watch her son fall into pain, but she couldn't do anything about it.

She took out the photo she had prepared a long time ago from her bag.

Then he said cautiously: "I know our request is a bit excessive and unreasonable, but Qing He, please understand me. As a mother, I have already lost one son, and I cannot lose another son."

"Ayu, after all, I raised the child with my own hands, so how could I have no affection for him at all?"

"When Ah Yu left, I almost lost my life. If something happened to Xiaoxi now, how would I survive?"

"I know you still blame me in your heart and feel that our family is sorry for Ayu, but you have to think from my perspective!"

"The child I raised with my own hands was born by someone else, but my own child is still suffering! Auntie, please..."

Qing He quickly reached out to stop Aunt Lan, opened her lips and said, "Aunt Lan, you know, I'm only willing to come to see Duan Yanxi because of Ming Shu's plea, but he has severe split personality disorder, I hope that even if his illness improves, Don't let him out easily."

Mother Duan nodded quickly in agreement.

As for the photos that Mother Duan took out, Qing He just glanced at them lightly.

It is nothing more than recording the large and small scars on the man's body, some have not yet scabbed, some have scabbed, and some are still bleeding.

Qing He and Duan Yanxi had a married life, although only once before marriage.

But at that time, his body was healthy and his skin was smooth, instead of the criss-crossed scars like now, which were ugly like aged bark.

Duan's mother saw that Qinghe was showing signs of softening, so she added another sentence.

"Xiaoxi, I don't know what's wrong with this child. Now he's always crying, and he doesn't want to tell others what's on his mind. After crying, he hurts himself. No matter how I try to persuade him, it doesn't work... He can live on sedatives."

After hearing this kind of talk a lot, Qing He inevitably got a little impatient, "Aunt Lan, I don't want to hear about him, I will do what you say, and you don't have to try to impress me with these things..."

Such an obvious moral kidnapping is really unworthy of the stage, and it would be boring if there were more.

(End of this chapter)