Paranoid and sick, he said I was mentally ill

Chapter 225 It's Snowing (Updated)

After helping Shen Shujun to sit on the soft chair beside him, Zhao Zhilin looked at him with a pale and colorless face in a condescending attitude.

He's still shaking his head.

This kid is really persistent!
No one can persuade anyone who comes.

This is the final conclusion that Zhao Zhilin got from observing all of Shen Shujun's behaviors these days.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao—" After sitting down and resting for a while, Shen Shujun suddenly opened his mouth to thank him in the strange room that was so quiet that he could barely speak.

Zhao Zhilin nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, these are what I should do as a doctor."

"By the way, you can rest here for a while, and I'll get some information about the follow-up treatment plan and other things. If your body doesn't adapt or has any problems, just ring the bell, and I will rush here as soon as possible."

He explained it earnestly, and then reluctantly left the ward.

As soon as the man stepped out of the ward door, there was no other unnecessary sound in the entire ward.

Except only the sound of his shallow breathing.

Besides, nothing else.

After ten minutes, the door of the ward was slowly pushed open from the outside again.

The sound of pushing the door "creaking" suddenly sounded in the strangely quiet ward, and Shen Shujun reacted subconsciously.

He raised his head, his deep blue eyes followed the sound of the door being pushed open with a 'creak' sound.

When he raised his eyes, what caught his eyes was Wen Jin's familiar facial features.

Seeing the person coming, Shen Shujun's deep and narrow blue eyes quickly flashed a ray of doubt, his eyes fell on Wen Jin's handsome face, and he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come here on business, I just remembered that you come here every week, thinking, there may be a long time there, so I ran over to see you." Walking into the ward, I saw it at a glance Shen Shujun sat on a soft chair with his back straight, and he walked leisurely to the black leather soft chair beside him and sat down.

"Is the body still able to bear it?" Taking a closer look, Wen Jin realized that his face was terribly pale.

Looking at Shen Shujun, whose face was as pale as white paper, Wen Jin let out a shallow breath first, and then slowly said: "Actually, you don't have to work so hard, you can take your time, she Not the type to force you to do this."

"I just want to be able to go back to see her sooner." Shen Shujun replied with a soft voice, as thin as a mosquito.

Since he promised her, he will definitely do it!
Because Shen Shujun didn't want to lose the most basic integrity in front of his sister Yan.

As long as it can quickly make him let go of his morbid obsession with her, even if his body is covered in bruises, he is willing.

And without complaint!
Hearing this, Wen Jin shook his head straight.

If you fall into the vortex of love, you don't care about anything.

Wen Jin made up his mind at this moment, he must not be like his good brother Ah Jun!

But what he doesn't know is that in the near future, he will also become a young Erlang who is confused by love.

"You, alas!"

Wen Jin sighed heavily, then, after glancing at him, he stood up and left the ward.

Before leaving, he also left a sentence, "Take care of your own life, don't wait for the treatment to complete, and the person will die first."

Regarding this, Shen Shujun bent his lips and smiled.

He didn't care, and looked at the young man's thin and broad back with disapproval.

Of course he will.

He has to take good care of his body and life.

Because his sister Yan is still waiting for him to go back to Lishui County.

How could it be unbelievable.

For the next half a month or so, Shen Shujun's life was still the same as usual.

Every day is home, school, and hospital.

He found that his yearning for Yan Yan did not diminish, but became much more intense.

This is a very bad phenomenon.

In the end, he reluctantly packed up the photos and other items related to the girl, locked them in a box, and sealed them with dust.

I swear, before I give up on her again, I will never open this dust-sealed box again!
Compared with Shen Shujun's suffering in Haicheng, Yan Yan's small life in Lishui County is very leisurely and comfortable.

Live happily every day, and no longer worry about escaping from Shen Shujun, that crazy boy.

Can Yan Yan live a life like this very comfortably?
In a blink of an eye-

Soon it is getting closer and closer to the time of Chinese New Year.

Not to mention that the weather is getting colder and colder, after waking up that day, Yan Yan suddenly found that it was snowing outside.
Wherever the girl with a delicate face looked, there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.

The mountains are covered with white snow, wrapped in silver clothes, it is very beautiful.

Pure white and flawless, so white and clean that Yan Yan can't believe it,

In her previous life, both she and Shen Shu lived in the south, and Xue only met him once when she was in a relationship, before she really recognized his true face. Besides, she wanted to escape from his confinement and control with all her heart. , How can there be other thoughts to see, observe, and appreciate the snow-capped mountains.

The moment the transparent glass door that separated the room from the balcony was opened, a piercing, hair-raising chill from outside rushed towards her viciously!

Yan Yan was not in a hurry to dodge, he could only enjoy the stunning snow scene while feeling the chill from all directions!
The exhaled carbon dioxide is instantly transformed into white smoke visible to the naked eye.

This shows how cold the weather must be.

After looking at it for a while, Yan Yan couldn't stand the sub-zero temperature outside anymore. She rubbed her hands together, trying to keep warm by rubbing against each other, but she was shocked to find that it was futile. , quickly turned and walked into the house.

When the transparent glass door was closed, and the freezing cold outside could not break in, Yan Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he watched the snowy scenery outside through the transparent glass door.

From her sakura-like lips, she whispered slowly: "Beauty is pretty, but it's too cold."

Thinking about it this way, Yan Yan lowered his eyes and found that the backs of his hands were flushed with cold during the short time he was outside.

Walking into the bathroom, Yan Yan put his red hands, which had been exposed to the cold outside, under the faucet that sprayed out a steady stream of hot water.

When the warm hot water continuously drenched the skin on the red hands.

She felt warmer and more comfortable than ever.

(End of this chapter)