Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"Is your golf really a religion?" Feng Fu looked at her unexpectedly.

"Yes, I was not proficient before. He taught me by himself..." he nodded at the beginning of summer and explained with a smile: "I still remember the first time he taught me, also in this stadium, when there was Jessica..."

She said, stop, Jessica that person, this time is not suitable to mention again!

"It seems that you have a good understanding and a good handle!" Feng Fu praised with a smile, and then asked curiously, "who's that Jessica you're talking about? I don't think I've heard that before. Are you and Feng Xun's friends? "

"It's not a friend..." the seventh day of the summer is not good. Feng Xun never told anyone about the matter of looking for a counselor. I'm afraid Feng's father won't know.

If we mention it now, Feng Fu will only feel more remorse in his heart.

"It's strange that Feng Xun can let people who are not friends into the manor to play golf with you!" Feng's father shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't ask Jessica's origin. He just played a ball with a smile. Then he said to Xia's seventh day: "did you have any questions for me just now?"

At the beginning of the summer, Feng's father seemed to be quite patient. After a round of golf, Xu's anger was calmed down. Then he nodded and said with a smile: "actually, I do have a problem..."

"Say it Feng Fu opened his mouth with a smile.

"Did you sleep well last night? Did you have any nightmares? " The seventh day of the summer asked directly.

"I had a bad sleep last night. I didn't have a nightmare." Feng Fu thought for a moment, shook his head and replied, "I should have been sleeping until noon, and my head was still a little dizzy when I woke up!"

Summer seven clear nod, since Feng father did not have a nightmare, so last night his move may not be sleepwalking?

"It's your turn," Feng reminded with a smile. On the seventh day of the summer, he just came forward to swing. This time, he didn't play very well because of something on his mind.

"Is there anything else to ask?" Feng Fu asked patiently with a smile.

"No, Dad, if you are not used to living, you must tell the housekeeper!" The seventh day of the summer answered with a smile, thinking silently in my heart that since it's not sleepwalking, I can only observe it for a few more days to have a final conclusion!

That night, Feng Xun and the seventh day of the summer fell asleep uneasily. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he heard the sound of scratching the wall and knocking again

They woke up almost at the same time, looked at each other, quickly lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed, put on their robes, and hurriedly opened the door.

This time, because of the obstruction of bodyguards, Feng Fu did not struggle to open the door and ran around the manor, but was directly confined in his own bedroom.

"Feng Shao, young lady --" one of the bodyguards pointed to Feng Xun, who was still scratching the wall in the room, and explained in a low voice to Feng Xun and the seventh day of the summer: "after Feng Lao woke up, he was like this. He couldn't listen to our persuasion at all. We had no choice but to tie his feet temporarily to avoid him running out of the room. As a result, he sat on the bed scratching the wall!"

By the yellow light, Feng Xun has seen his father's fingernails, which began to split because he scratched the wall. It's clear that his fingernails have begun to bleed, but his father doesn't realize it and let the blood stain directly on the wall.

"Feng Xun, I don't think he can hurt himself, otherwise something will happen!" The seventh day of the summer also saw Feng's father's ceaseless action and whispered to Feng Xun, "why don't you continue to give him a tranquilizer?"

Feng Xun frowned tightly and kept silent for a moment. He told the two bodyguards in a deep voice: "you'd better give him a tranquilizer."

The two bodyguards nodded respectfully, helped Feng Fu to take a tranquilizer, and bandaged his injured nails. Seeing that Feng Fu lay down to sleep again, Feng Xun and Xia Chuqi shook their heads and left Feng Fu's room.

Until back to the bedroom, Feng Xun's face is still a little dignified.

On the seventh day of the summer, he poured a glass of water for him. Seeing that he had been frowning, he reached over his shoulder and said in a low voice: "don't worry, I asked your father during the day, and he has ruled out the possibility of sleepwalking. Then he suddenly broke out in the middle of the night, which is probably a mental problem..."

"If that's the case, then it's very likely that he still can't stay in the manor and must be sent for treatment!" Feng Xun took a few drinks from the water cup, rubbed his eyebrows and said with a bitter smile: "I have always insisted on not sending him to the hospital. I didn't expect that after so long, would I still take this step?"

"Maybe it's not as serious as we thought..." on the seventh day of the summer, he reached out and rubbed his temple for him. Suddenly, he thought of No. 1, and his eyes brightened. He said to Feng Xun, "yes, we can actually ask Dr. Brown!"

"Dr. Brown?" Feng Xun repeated slowly.

"Yes, although he is a doctor of psychology, he also has a deep research on nerves. Maybe he will know how your father is in such a state!" At the beginning of summer, he nodded at seven and said with a smile: "it's late now. We'll call him tomorrow morning to consult him!"

"All right!" Feng Xun nodded and sighed.

The next morning, in front of Xia's seventh day, Feng Xun called Dr. Brown and described his father's situation word for word.

At the other end of the line, Dr. Brown listened very carefully. After Feng Xun finished, he asked a few more questions. Finally, he asked, "so your father has a very serious problem, and every attack is at night?"

"Yes, he did everything as usual during the day, and he won't remember what happened last night..." Feng Xun nodded and replied in a low voice: "we thought he was sleepwalking before, but later tested, he didn't feel dreamy, so he ruled out the possibility of sleepwalking!"

"Your father is really not sleepwalking like this..." Dr. Brown answered in a low voice and explained in a deep voice: "if my guess is correct, he is likely to suffer from a disease called sunset syndrome!"

"Sunset syndrome? What's the symptom? " Feng Xun asked suspiciously. He was standing by the phone on the seventh day of the early summer. When he heard Feng Xun mention this term, he was also puzzled.

"It's also a kind of emotional disorder that the elderly are easy to suffer from. It's called acute mental disorder in medicine. Emotional excitement, anxiety and so on can all lead to it. Generally, people who get sick don't remember who they are, where they are, what they have done, what you said about scratching the wall or knocking, or even tearing up newspapers and so on, They all belong to a kind of behavior expression of anxiety.... "

With a low sigh, Dr. Brown continued, "and it usually happens after sunset, so your father is normal during the day and at night!"