Sleeper

Case 29: Ji Ke

Age: 28

Occupation: Physician Assistant

Sleep Difficulty: Three Stars

Background music: WinterSonata (Winter Sonata) by Richard Clayderman (Richard Clayderman)

It was one o'clock in the night, and Bai Yan's legs were like lead, and he walked with difficulty to the VIP room where Ji Ke lived.

The moment the door was opened, he fell dizzily on the cold ground.

It has been three days since Bai Zhe woke up, just at night, there was a breeze blowing outside the window.

"Wake up, do you still remember who I am?" Ji Ke said gently.

"Mr. Ji," Bai Yan covered his chest, looked around, and wanted to prop himself up and sit up, "Where is this?"

Ji Ke stretched out his hand and gently pushed him to lie down, and replied: "My family sent it back last night."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji," Bai Yan's tone was still weak.

"Coax me to sleep, as a thank you gift?" Ji Ke half-jokingly said that he really didn't sleep well after a few days.

Bai Yan thought it was a good idea: "My box..."

"Here it is," Ji Ke pointed to his feet, and continued, "I know you treasure your box, don't worry, it's intact."

Bai Yan smiled and glanced to the side: "I don't have any skills other than this. Mr. Ji pour me a glass of water, and I'll play music for you?"

"Okay," Ji Ke replied readily.

Suddenly, the piano piece "Winter Sonata" played by Richard Clayderman sounded in the room, and the poignant and moving melody vaguely infected the emotions of the two.

Ji Ke lay down next to Bai Yan silently, neither spoke nor fell asleep for a long time.

"Mr. Ji," Bai Yan's voice seemed to come from far away, "You are so gentle tonight."

Ji Ke smiled lightly: "You are my patient, and I have always been gentle with patients."

Bai Yan continued carefully: "I found out that Mr. Ji no longer uses his left hand tonight. Is that because his right hand has healed?"

no respond.

"If," Bai Zhan paused, "Bai Zan also answered one of your questions..."

"Okay." Unexpectedly, the other party agreed to such a suggestion, "If you have something to ask, just ask."

Bai Yan then boldly asked: "Who... pushed you down the stairs?"

silence.

sigh.

Then, "It's my love. It's my turn to ask, who hurt you?"

Bai Yan also sighed softly, and replied: "It's a sleep-sleeper."

"Your lover, why would you have the heart to hurt you?"

"Because he thinks I don't love him anymore."

"Why did the sleeper you mentioned hurt you again?"

"Because... I fell in love with the same person as him."

When Ji Ke slowly fell asleep, Bai Yan picked up the suitcase and walked outside the house.

"Stepfather, it's me. Sorry, I missed the appointment."

The other end of the phone was furious: "Are you trying to destroy the reputation I have worked so hard to build for you overnight?"

"I did not do it on purpose……"

"You don't need to explain. I don't want to hear your shitty things. I didn't tell you not to get into trouble, but why didn't you listen?"

Bai Yan didn't dare to say any more.

The stepfather's tone softened slightly: "How many cases have you received now?"

Bai Yan thought about it seriously: "The thousandth and 180th one, the 320th one this year."

"Well, I'll give you an address now, you go there immediately, and I'll make other arrangements for other places that didn't make it."

"Understood, I'll go right away."

In this way, the lonely figure shuttled through the night non-stop.

The sound of footsteps is sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes looking behind his neck, sometimes beyond the reach of the dust.