The hostess died when she came up

Sunday.Lin Ang, who had a low fever for several days, rested at home.At exactly eleven o'clock in the evening, the phone rang.Luo Yidie.Her voice was a little hoarse, but Lin Ang could tell it was her, and there was an unclear conversation on the phone.

"Doctor Lin, may I invite you to come? Chen Rui's condition is very bad."

"What's the matter, is Editor Wang here?"

Luo Yidie didn't reply.Suddenly there was a loud bang from the phone, followed by the sound of something breaking, and after a while there was another thumping sound.Lin Ang fed the phone a few times, but there was no answer.After a few seconds, the other party disconnected.

Lin Ang went out quickly.The distance between the two places is not far, and the road is very congested on weekdays, and it is even more congested today.Lin Ang tried his best to rush left and right in the traffic flow, was dropped countless times, and finally arrived four or ten minutes later.

Along the way, Lin Ang only thought about what might happen to Chen Yiqiu's family. It must not be a pleasant thing. Chen Yiqiu suffers from bipolar disorder and has a history of domestic violence. Editor Wang doesn't know if he is here or not...why? Call me?

When Lin Ang was still thinking about how to enter the gate of the villa area, he found Luo Yidie standing at the gate.Wearing loose trousers and a pink jumper, she looked at the road calmly, and when she saw Lin Ang's car, she seemed excited and waved her hands.

Lin Ang drove her into the car, and the gate of the community opened slowly.They drove towards Luo Yidie's house along the driveway around the lake. "What happened?" Lin Ang asked.

"He fell down." Luo Yidie looked ahead indifferently, motioning Lin Ang to drive the car into the garage of her villa.Then, she pointed to the woods next to the courtyard wall: "Over there, fell into a certain tree or bush."

Lin Ang parked the car, and then looked in the direction of Luo Yidie's finger. There was a large area of ​​shrubs planted on the lawn there. A few tall ginkgo trees grew in the middle of the bushes, and behind them was the courtyard wall of the villa. The wooden fence casts thick black shadows on the lawn.

"I can't take it anymore. I dare not go." Luo Yidie opened the door and got off the car, and walked into the room - the door was left open.

Through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Ang saw her suddenly fall at the entrance.There she lay, what seemed to be wet marks on the reddish-brown Persian rug.

Lin Ang hurried over to help her, but her legs were limp and she couldn't stand up.Lin Ang had no choice but to hug her sideways and put her on a big sofa by the window in the living room.Lin Ang felt her pulse, there was no sign of instability, and it was not too weak, but her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were trembling.

"Take a break, I'll go out and have a look." Lin Ang walked outside the house.

As expected, Chen Yiqi was there.In the shadow of the bushes, the master of web writing was lying on his face with his face down, motionless.Lin Ang checked his pulse first. Fortunately, he was alive and his heart rate was very fast.

Lin Ang turned him over, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was short of breath.Lin Ang found a large sticky red patch on his forehead, but the injury was not serious and the bleeding had stopped, it looked like he had bumped it when he fell down.An injury of this magnitude would not cause him to be unconscious.

Lin Ang opened Chen Yiqi's eyelids, his pupils dilated slightly.The central monoamine neurotransmitters are excessively elevated, Lin Ang thought.She shook Chen's leg lightly, and the other party just grunted, stretched out his right hand and pawed feebly a few times.Lin Ang found a transdermal patch on his arm—it was a nicotine patch.

The forehead injury, the manic state, the nicotine patch, none of these three could have caused his current situation.He must have taken other medicines.Maybe it's lithium, maybe it's...

Lin Ang helped Chen Yi leg up, trying to get him into the house.unsuccessful.She had to drag him across the lawn to the open door.Lin Ang, who had been suffering from a low-grade fever since returning home that day, had limited physical strength, and the journey was even farther than from the capital to Yunnan.

Finally dragged him into the living room, Luo Yidie was no longer there, and there were residual water marks beside the main sofa.Lin Ang was so tired that she sat down on the sofa and looked at Chen's legs on the ground.His forehead injury was not a serious problem as judged just now, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Luo Yidie returned to the living room and handed Lin Ang a cup of coffee. "I'm sorry I was too scared just now." She said to Lin Ang, without looking at Chen's legs on the ground.

"Call an ambulance?" Lin Ang took the coffee, it was very hot.

"I called Editor Wang, he will come right away." Luo Yidie said.

"Where's the nanny?"

"I'm on vacation. I'm on Sunday and Monday morning...can you put him on the bed in the study? The study is the first room on the second floor."

"Not now, I've got to rest. Better cover him with something first, he's prone to pneumonia."

Luo Yidie went to get the blanket.Lin Ang looked at her back, thinking that she should be a gentle and sensible girl.But maybe it was the low-grade fever that made Lin Ang feel that everything was very unreal, and the vague sense of disobedience always troubled her.

10 minutes later, Editor Wang arrived.His expression resembled that of a dog owner being asked to clean up his feces.

"How is it? Are you okay? Have you smashed your head?" Editor Wang asked Lin Ang.

"Superficial injury." Lin Ang said, "It's best to go to the hospital for an examination to rule out concussion."

"What hospital are you going to? Aren't you a doctor?" Editor Wang licked his hair, took out his phone and sent a few messages, "We can rest assured that you are here. As long as you are fine, I have to leave quickly. There is a new The author is really f*cking worried, he has to drink and have to stop changing—how did I have to be such a nanny!"

"..." Lin Ang stopped Editor Wang who was about to leave, "Carry him to the study first, and tidy him up."

"It's okay to lie here. I'm at home, not outside. After a while, he will be able to move by himself. I'm in a hurry to leave." Editor Wang said in a jerk.

"You took the initiative to take him to those clinics, right?" Lin Ang said coldly.

Editor Wang's forehead was sweating, and slowly, he turned his head and smiled at Luo Yidie, then grinned at Lin Ang, "Okay, with me as an editor, it's enough money, come on, where do you want to get it? "

After lifting Chen Yileg to the bed in the study, Editor Wang left in a hurry and closed the door behind him.The moment the door was closed, Editor Wang glanced inside, mixed with mixed emotions.Even Lin Ang couldn't judge whether this emotion was fear, disgust, impatience, or something else.

Luo Yidie looked at the wall clock, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning. "Editor Wang was in this situation before, but... Dr. Lin, can you please stay in my house for a while? The rooms next to me have been tidied up... is that okay?"

Lin Ang looked at her, the sweet girl seemed to be frowning in fear.Lin Ang didn't speak, just nodded.

In the study, Lin Ang checked the situation of Chen Yileg again, and made sure that he had fallen asleep.Luo Yidie thanked Lin Ang again, and went back to the master bedroom.She was very sleepy, Lin Ang waited quietly at the door for a while, and soon heard even and soft breathing.

Lin Ang returned to the first floor, she turned off all the lights, leaving only a small spotlight in the corner, and then walked to the kitchen island.Sure enough, the broken water glass was packed in the kitchen trash can.

Lin Ang went to the living room again.There is a mahogany side table next to the main sofa, and a stack of books is placed on the side table, and the remaining water marks are just under the small table.Lin Ang took out a wet tissue and wiped the wood, but there was no blood.

where?Lin Ang stood up and looked around the dark corners.Chen Yiqi's forehead injury did not fall in the yard. Although weeds were stained on the sticky blood, the wound was neat and the inside of the wound was clean.It must have been touched in the room, where is it?

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