Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

"I was born with a congenital mental illness."

Xiao Qianchuan spoke in a flat tone, as if he was describing the affairs of an unrelated person.

"I was abandoned by my parents at the door of this hospital, and then Sister Yaoyao picked me up and took me back to the orphanage. A few years later, I became a frequent visitor here. As I got older, my schizophrenia became more serious. I often saw some terrible hallucinations, and in the end I couldn't even tell which was real."

"The medication destroyed my body. I spent most of the year in bed. Before I knew it, I was suffering from depression again. After changing medications, the side effects became more severe. Long-term insomnia caused me to become irritable and more neurotic. After many examinations, the hospital confirmed that I had bipolar disorder."

Lan Bo didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask. But he didn't expect Ling Rizhao to ask so directly.

“What is bipolar?”

Xiao Qianchuan thought for a moment, "Well, how should I put it! This disease is called bipolar disorder. It has both a depressive side and a manic side."

"When I'm depressed, I feel very depressed and I feel like a piece of shit that shouldn't exist in this world. I don't want to talk, eat, or even breathe. I just feel so tired and sleepy, and I just want to sleep forever and never wake up."

Lan Bo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this and he quickly spoke out to comfort her.

"I...I think you're actually pretty good. Smart, funny, and pretty."

Xiao Qianchuan was very grateful for such praise.

"I feel the same way when I am in a manic episode. At that time, I am always easily excited, my thoughts are very jumping, and I want to try everything. I feel that I can do anything, so I often impulsively and recklessly do stupid things."

Lanbo suddenly felt very regretful and wondered why he had asked that question.

Even though Xiao Qianchuan sounds so relaxed now, Lan Bo knows that no one would feel good when their scars are revealed.

Even if the scab has healed, it will still bleed and hurt if you tear it open.

He looked at Officer Ling for help, hoping that the other party could give him some advice.

Unexpectedly, Officer Ling, who was usually good at observing people's words and expressions, acted out of character and kept asking questions to get to the bottom of the matter.

“Is the hospital’s treatment effective?”

Xiao Qianchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled in a nonchalant manner.

"Well... at least I don't want to die so badly."

I just want others to die.

Ling Rizhao: “Okay.”

"what?"

Xiao Qianchuan tilted his head in confusion, "What's good?"

"Whatever you want to do this time, it's fine. I'll help you."

Xiao Qianchuan was stunned. He knew what he wanted to do!

How could a good man like Officer Ling indulge him?

Even if what he is about to do will touch the other party's moral bottom line.

Xiao Qianchuan couldn't find any reason why he was favored.

I am such a bad person, full of lies.

"you……"

An inexplicable emotion rushed up from the bottom of his heart, blocking Xiao Qianchuan's throat and making it tight. He could only utter one sentence for a long while.

"Thank you!"

Lan Bo looked back and forth at the two people playing guessing games in front of him, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle.

He began to reflect on whether he should not stay any longer.

"That...I..."

"This is for you. Go find out the identities of the other players first."

Before Lan Bo could finish his words, Officer Ling entrusted him with an important task.

He immediately stood up, clenched the pocket watch in his hand, and slapped it on his chest.

"Don't worry! I'll go right away."

Ling Rizhao nodded to Lanbo and half-pushed and half-led him out of the door.

"Well, let's meet at the restaurant tonight."

After going out, Lanbo fiddled with the gold-eye pocket watch on his hand and suddenly stopped.

"Huh? That's not right! In this instance, this kind of supernatural item can't be used at all?"

He turned around and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a faint gasp from inside.

It was a suppressed, gentle hum, soft and urgent, as if the person inside was suffering from something extremely unbearable.

Lanbo's brain, which went straight to his intestines, suddenly turned around.

No wonder Officer Ling used this broken watch to get him away.

It turns out these two have that kind of relationship!

Lanbo left quietly, like a thief, feeling deeply moved.

Could it be that Xiao Qianchuan is the reincarnation of a demon?

So powerful.

One is not enough, give me two.

The other one is the evil god! Dare to cheat on him, you are really asking for your life.

Lanbo didn't understand, but out of respect, he had to stay away quietly.

In the ward.

As soon as Lan Bo left, Ling Rizhao sat down beside the bed.

"take it out."

The tone of voice carried an irresistible force, and the other party's look was so serious that Xiao Qianchuan's hands hidden in the quilt trembled.

"I...didn't...take anything!"

"Xiao Chuan!"

Ling Rizhao's tone became soft, with a sense of helplessness and powerlessness.

"Trust me, okay?"

Xiao Qianchuan's heart suddenly ached.

He didn't want the person in front of him to share his pain, but he didn't want to make the other person feel sad for him even more.

Xiao Qianchuan let go of the quilt and stretched out his right hand.

He held a pen in his palm, the tip of the black gel pen was stained red. Even the place where he held the pen became slippery, and as soon as Xiao Qianchuan let go, the pen rolled out of his palm.

The palm of Xiao Qianchuan's right hand was full of blood.

But Ling Rizhao knew that he would not let himself get hurt in such an obvious place.

He took out the alcohol cotton and gauze that he had just put back, without asking Xiao Qianchuan why he was so disobedient?

What on earth is the purpose of hurting yourself?

Ling Rizhao just asked with concern: "Where is the injury?"

Xiao Qianchuan lowered his head, like a cat that knocked over a bowl of milk because of playing. Facing his owner's questioning, he drooped his wet ears and meowed hesitantly.

"Legs...thighs."

The next second, the quilt was thrown back.

Xiao Qianchuan quickly reached out to pull it, but was sternly warned by the man.

"Don't move."

Being forced to lie back down, Xiao Qianchuan wanted to die.

He covered his head with the pillow and regretted why he used the pen to scratch his thigh.

Palms, arms, calves, where is the problem?

Why there? Just because it was convenient?

Xiao Qianchuan's mind was filled with despairing thoughts, but they froze instantly when Officer Ling tore open his pants.

When he changed his clothes earlier, he could pretend to be asleep to avoid embarrassment.

But what to do now?

Is it okay to pretend to be dead?

"Well……"

Playing dead obviously wouldn't work, the cold touch of the alcohol cotton against the skin was too irritating.

Xiao Qianchuan's right leg couldn't help but bounce, but was immediately pressed down gently by a big hand.

The other person's palm was warm and dry, and he said with soothing force, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Qianchuan buried himself under the pillow and shook his head.

He has always been able to tolerate pain, but he can't stand itching.

Officer Ling's movements in treating the wound were so gentle that it felt like a feather was scratching his thigh, and the itch went right to Xiao Qianchuan's bones.

Perhaps because Xiao Qianchuan's head was buried under the pillow, Ling Rizhao did not see him shaking his head and just thought that he was in unbearable pain.

So Ling Rizhao learned the method his grandmother used to relieve pain when he was a child. He lowered his head, moved close to the wound, and blew gently.

Terrible!

As soon as the cold alcohol cotton pad left, another heat source suddenly approached Xiao Qianchuan's thigh.

As the warm current blew through the wound, Xiao Qianchuan couldn't stop trembling all over, and goose bumps instantly appeared on the inside of his thighs.

“Um…you…you…”

Xiao Qianchuan threw the pillow away and tried to turn over and sit up, but his waist was sore and weak from the breath just now.

He had no choice but to look up and stare at the mischief maker.

With just one glance, he immediately fell back.

What did Xiao Qianchuan see just now?

Officer Ling, who looked serious and somewhat old-fashioned, lowered his head and stood between his legs.

This picture is too fascinating.

Xiao Qianchuan's face, which was flushed from being suffocated by the pillow, became even hotter and hotter, and he was so embarrassed and angry that he couldn't speak.

"All right."

The quilt was finally covered, and Xiao Qianchuan completely lost the interest in explaining the reasons for his self-harming behavior.

But the other party refused to let go.

"Explain why you want to hurt yourself?"