My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"I'll do it, you go out."

Nurse Liu felt that her back felt eerie, so she quickly put down her things, made room, left the ward, and closed the door.

In the trash can on the ground, there was a bandage that had just been thrown away. It was stained with blood. Shi Jin's eyes fell on it. After a long time, he moved his eyes to the incision on her lower abdomen. The head nurse only disinfected it and did not have time to bandage it. It was red and swollen, and the sutures were a little loose. It was really scary.

Jiang Jiusheng reached out and took Shi Jin's hand: "It's just a slight crack in part, nothing serious."

Shi Jin's eyes suddenly focused on her: "If this is not a big deal, then what is a big deal?" His tone was cold, even with a bit of uncontrollable evil spirit, "Shengsheng, can you cherish yourself a little bit?"

There was blame in his tone, and anger on the verge of breaking out. His pupils were reddish, full of violence.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned and stared into his eyes.

Shi Jin took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions: "Sorry, I was too emotional."

At that moment, Jiang Jiusheng had an illusion. The possessiveness in Shi Jin's eyes was so strong that it seemed destructive.

She tried to be calm and not irritate him, and explained calmly: "It's not that I don't cherish myself," her stubbornness was visible in her eyes, "I just cherish you too much and can't bear to hear a word of criticism from others."

With one word, the ferocious beast in his body that was about to break out of its cage suddenly died down, and all its anger was extinguished. What should I do with her, but nothing seems right. I want to let her go, but I don't dare to let her do whatever she wants.

Shi Jin squatted down, took tweezers, poured some disinfectant, wiped her wound, and said in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

She didn't even frown: "It doesn't hurt."

Shi Jin leaned over, blew gently on her incision, applied medicine, and bandaged it again. She had no expression on her face and didn't say a word, but he almost bit his lip and his hands were shaking. no.

Why shouldn't his woman be more squeamish? He hoped that she would be delicate and weak, that she would feel pain and fear, and that it would be best if she could be hidden under his wings. However, she was tougher than anyone else, and more wanton and bold than anyone else. He dares to love, hate, fight and break in more than anyone else.

Jiang Jiusheng saw that he kept frowning and changed the topic: "Does it smell like dog blood?"

Shi Jin put on her clothes: "Yes."

The woman who made the trouble was powerless after all. Even the woman's husband couldn't withstand her shoulder throw. Apart from the wound, she had nothing to do. She just had dog blood splattered all over her body. She had already changed her clothes and smelled bad. I still can’t get rid of it.

Jiang Jiusheng knew that Shi Jin had mysophobia and deliberately rolled on the hospital bed to stay away from him: "Can I wash it with water?"

"You'd better not touch the water now." Shi Jin leaned forward, very close to her, "I'll wipe it for you."

His breath was hot and sprayed on her neck. She shrank back and said, "I'll wipe it myself."

"I'm afraid you'll injure your wound again." Shi Jin picked her up a little, placed her back against the pillow, and unbuttoned her directly, "Shengsheng, don't be shy, I've seen it all."

Jiang Jiusheng's face instantly turned red: "..."

The next morning, Xu Qingbo came over, deliberately taking advantage of Shi Jin's absence in the ward.

His expression was a bit solemn, but as soon as he came, he got straight to the point: "Tell us about Shi Jin's condition?"

Jiang Jiusheng said seriously: "Okay."

Xu Qingbo pulled up a chair, rarely sitting upright: "The hospital wants to expose what happened yesterday." After all, the lady had just suffered the pain of losing her child, and the matter was serious, no matter whether it was right or wrong. It is not good for Shi Jin or the hospital at all. The best way to deal with it is to turn a major issue into a trivial one. Xu Qingbo pinched his brows and said, "However, Shi Jin disagreed. He asked people to go to the police station to file a case. No one can persuade her to send that woman to jail."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't seem surprised.

After the words were said, Xu Qingbo no longer cared about it. He couldn't hide it, let alone conceal it. He knew everything and said: "Shi Jin usually doesn't act so decisively. Regardless of whether he is pretending or not, at least on the surface, he never talks to others. Enmity. In the doctor's profession, situations like this often happen. In the past, he basically ignored it, but this time he made an exception because of you." He looked at Jiang Jiusheng, she was calm, but Xu Qingbo was not so calm anymore, " As soon as he comes across something like yours, he becomes like a different person, and his behavior is very extreme. Moreover, he has experienced anxiety, mania, and violent tendencies."

For example, in the incident with the Wen family, Shi Jin not only lost control, he could no longer control himself and would break things, or even hurt himself or others.

After Jiang Jiusheng listened, he was silent for a moment: "Where is the treatment plan?"

"This is also the key point I want to tell you." Xu Qingbo said it all in one breath, "Shi Jin is not treating you at all. He asked me to lie to you. It's not just a trick, he really refuses to cooperate."

Although they are plastic flowers, they are still classmates after all. Xu Qingbo still has a conscience and can no longer help others. Shi Jin's situation is indeed a bit of playing with fire, and Shi Jin's disease is not a conventional paranoid disorder. It is very complicated. Afraid of accidentally stepping on a thunder and then exploding! Then - self-immolation!

Jiang Jiusheng was obviously surprised: "Why?" She never expected that Shi Jin would risk her illness.

Xu Qingbo was afraid that Jiang Jiusheng wouldn't understand what he said was too theoretical, so he summarized it briefly and comprehensively: "To put it simply, Shi Jin doesn't think he is sick."

Jiang Jiusheng still didn't quite understand Xu Qingbo's words.

Also, Xu Qingbo minored in personality disorder psychology for several years but still couldn't figure out Shi Jin's temperament.

He made it as detailed and simple as possible: "Based on Shi Jin's ideology, it probably means that if he loves you, then it is normal for him to kill, set fire and commit crimes for you, and there is nothing extreme about it. In my conscious mind, this is all a matter of course, and he is not sick at all."

Jiang Jiusheng was incredible.

"Don't be too surprised, Shi Jin's current understanding is like this." Xu Qingbo leaned back on his chair, shrugged, spread his hands, and said with an attitude of giving up, "I can't do anything with him, it's up to you. Yes." He also added, intentionally or unintentionally, "After all, I am just a psychiatrist who has become a monk."

Jiang Jiusheng was calm, but his brows were full of sadness. He thought about it for a long time: "Is there a suitable psychiatrist you can recommend?"

Just wait for this sentence!

Xu Qingbo's purpose in going around in such a big circle was to let Jiang Jiusheng take care of that guy Shi Jin. He handed over the business card he had prepared long ago: "You know Chang Ming? He is the Chang Ming who provides you with psychological counseling. This is his fellow junior, they are majoring in different directions, this one happens to specialize in personality disorders, and is considered an authority in the country in this regard."

Chang Ming majored in emotional mental disorders. Jiang Jiusheng knew that he had a great teacher, but he didn't know that he also had a great junior brother.

She took the business card: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xu Qingbo smiled, "It's just a plastic flower with bunk beds. How can I bear to watch it wither?"

"..."

Not long after Xu Qingbo left, Shi Jin returned to Jiang Jiusheng's ward. The water in the water glass on the table had not completely cooled down, so Shi Jin took a look.

"Who has been here?"

Jiang Jiusheng did not hide anything: "Doctor Xu."

Shi Jin's eyes calmed down slightly and he walked to the bedside: "What did he say to you?"

Jiang Jiusheng sat on the bed, raising her head slightly to look at him. His jawline was tight and his emotions were restrained. She didn't look away: "You said you lied to me."

The bright black light in Shi Jin's eyes suddenly dimmed and he fell silent.

With his long eyelashes rolled back, he hid all his emotions. Jiang Jiusheng reached out to hold his hand, making him bend down to look at her level. Their eyes met hers impartially: "Why don't you explain?"

"I have nothing to say."

So, he admitted it.

Jiang Jiusheng said nothing, waiting for his next words.

Shi Jin sat down, still a little taller than her, and lowered his head: "Shengsheng, this is the kind of person I am. Even if I control my temper, even if I deliberately try to be kind to others, even if I become the gentleman you like, it can't change my inner feelings. Violent, arrogant and unscrupulous."

His eyes were burning, like flames rising from a pile of thorns, and her shadow in his eyes was also hot and passionate.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he said: "Shengsheng, my manners and manners are all just for show. I have never been a good person. I am even very cunning and insidious."

She knows.

She didn't need his self-report. She had never used her ears to understand Shi Jin. She could see his eyes, hear his heartbeat, and feel the possessiveness and paranoia in him that were so strong that they were about to swallow her up.

But, what does it matter?

She was still fascinated by him, like she was addicted.

Shi Jin leaned close to her, unbuttoned the top button of her collar, and asked her, "Do you blame me? I lied to you."

From the moment he saw her after eight years, he began to pretend, doing anything to make her love him.

After Jiang Jiusheng listened, he thought carefully before replying: "I should be angry with you obviously, but I don't know what's going on and I can't get angry."

Shi Jin smiled softly, and the gloom between his eyebrows was replaced by joy.

Fortunately, he was successful and deceived her.

"Dr. Xu, do you still suggest that you find a psychiatrist for me?" Shi Jin unhurriedly unbuttoned another button.

Jiang Jiusheng suspected that he did it on purpose. After the bitter flesh trick was used up, he started to use the beauty trick.

Her eyes unconsciously fell on Shi Jin's exposed collarbone. There was a small red mark there. Shi Jin insisted on sucking it out last night. She was originally discussing such a serious topic. He was distracted and nodded blankly.

Shi Jin looked good-tempered and very obedient: "If you are worried, I can follow your arrangement."

Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "So obedient?" Doctor Xu Qingbo said that Shi Jin insisted that she was not sick and did not cooperate with psychological treatment at all.

Shi Jin's reason was simple: "I'm afraid of you."

Only then did Jiang Jiusheng smile, and his sadness dissipated.

He suddenly came up to her: "Shengsheng, kiss me."

"..."

Why did the topic suddenly change?

Shi Jin pulled the collar down a little, revealing the distinct collarbone line. He said, "The hickey here has disappeared and is not obvious. Give me another kiss."

How could you say such unorthodox things in such a serious manner.

Then, Jiang Jiusheng solemnly sucked out a strawberry from Shi Jin's neck, and then helped him button up his shirt without missing a single button.

After confessing his illness, Shi Jin didn't come to Xu Qingbo to settle accounts for a whole day. This was not like Shi Jin's style. He was so calm and calm. Xu Qingbo became even more panicked and boldly called.

Shi Jin: "Hello."

So polite?

Xu Qingbo became even more worried and asked, "Are you okay?"

Shi Jin's voice was like spring breeze and drizzle: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Thank you for your concern?

So friendly and polite, so scary! It's better to beat him up. Xu Qingbo felt that he might have a weak constitution and couldn't stand Shi Jin being so clear. He came straight: "You and Jiang Jiusheng didn't quarrel, did you? Isn't she angry with you? You didn't argue. ?”

Asking for trouble three times in a row.

There was no way, it was too abnormal. It was so calm, but Xu Qingbo was even more frightened.

Shi Jin responded with a gentle voice: "No, we are fine."

Damn it, this is weird! Was Jiang Jiusheng tamed? Or was Shi Jin obedient? It shouldn't be, Jiang Jiusheng is not such an unprincipled person, and Shi Jin is not a good person.

Shi Jin asked again, very patiently: "Is there anything else?"

Xu Qingbo swallowed back his heart that jumped into his throat: "Oh, no, no, I wish you a happy marriage and a son soon."

Shi Jin hung up the phone.

Xu Qingbo pondered for three minutes, but to no avail.

That pervert Shi Jin can't figure it out.

At this time, his medical assistant Xiao Wei came in: "Doctor Xu, the list of medical teams to rescue Africa is here."

Xu Qingbo was still immersed in the fear of what Shi Jin would do to him, and he replied absently: "What does this have to do with me?"

Medical assistant Xiaowei said: "You are inside."

Xu Qingbo's eyes widened immediately: "Why is there me?"

He couldn't believe it. What was the use of a neurosurgeon going to a war-torn area in Africa? Showing people their brains?

Xiaowei is a girl in her twenties, rational, and behaves like an old cadre. She explained expressionlessly: "The doctor recommended you, and the dean has already approved it. He feels that the neurological problems of the people in the battlefield cannot be ignored."

"..."

There are thousands of words, but only one word for anger. Xu Qingbo gritted his teeth: "Fuck!"

The emergency medical team was formed and Xu Qingbo was caught off guard. He had no time to escape and was packed away to Africa.

On the third day, Xu Qingbo heard that Shi Jin had withdrawn the lawsuit and let the scoundrel woman go. No need to think about Jiang Jiusheng's contribution.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Xu Qingbo arrived in Africa. As soon as he got off the plane, he received a call from Tang Yan. Tang Yan was the psychiatrist specializing in personality disorders that he recommended to Jiang Jiusheng and Chang Ming's junior brother.

Tang Yan is the uncle of Xu Qingbo, who is a minor in psychology. In short, the relationship is very complicated when it comes to academic sects and seniority. In short, it is the kind of relationship where we can flirt with girls together in a bar.

Tang Yan is in his thirties, but his voice is still babyish: "Where are you? I've been calling all morning and can't get through."

"Africa."

It could be heard that Xu Qingbo was in a very irritable and crazy mood.

Tang Yan was surprised: "Why did you go to Africa?"

Xu Qingbo pulled the box, raised his head and squinted at the scorching sun, and said angrily: "Can't you bask in the sun? If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Damn it!

Almost dying from the sun!

Tang Yan's baby voice said calmly, "The patient you mentioned came to the consultation room today."

Xu Qingbo paused while dragging the trolley box: "How is the situation?"

The other party thought about the wording for a moment: "It's very subtle."

Xu Qingbo said grimly: "Speak in human terms."

Tang Yan spoke like a human being: "The process is right, the details are right, everything that needs to be tested is tested, and everything that needs to be understood is understood. It's just... Tsk," he didn't know how to describe it well. Any psychiatrist can do it. Neng Kan, he was actually at a loss for words, "It's just weird."

Xu Qingbo was exhausted by his ambiguous words: "What's so strange? Can you speak more openly?"

Ashamed to say it, Tang Yan said: "He obviously followed my steps, but I felt like he was leading me from beginning to end."

It's over, Shi Jin has become a spirit!

Xu Qingbo more or less expected it, but he didn't expect that even Tang Yan couldn't restrain him: "That patient understands psychology."

What I fear most is that if you encounter someone who knows medicine but is unwilling to treat you, he will make the doctor sick.

Tang Yan dragged his voice: "Then this will be difficult to handle."

There are even more difficult things to do.

Xu Qingbo mercilessly attacked his mentor's uncle: "You should have heard his name when you were attending Yale Medical School, Doctor. That's him."

"..."

Damn it, smash his sign!

Of course Tang Yan had heard of this name. It was the golden name of Yale Medical School. His mentor had praised him so many times, saying that he was a medical genius with an extremely strong psychology and abnormally strong spiritual consciousness. He was particularly suitable to be a psychiatrist. , and even regretted not being able to dig this person out from the extrapsychic realm to the psychological and spiritual realm.

If such a person has a mental illness, it would be... terrifying to think about.

Tang Yan wanted to quit the business.

Xu Qingbo came up with a trick: "When you encounter difficult problems, just go to the patient's family. She can control the patient."

The African sky is scorching with scorching sun.

In Jiangbei, early spring is refreshing, even the wind in the hall is cool and cool, everything is revived, and the weather is so good that it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Warner Films covers an area of ​​500 square meters and is a 19-story building located on the busiest street.

In the CEO's office on the top floor, the secretary pushed open the door and entered.

A male secretary, in a suit and leather shoes, in his thirties, with a very elegant appearance, stepped forward and said: "Mr. Wen."

"Um."

Wen Shuning did not raise his head, wearing rimless glasses, lowering his head while processing documents.

The secretary put the information on the desk: "This is the information transferred from the hospital." He pulled out an A4 piece of paper and said, "This is Tianyu's agent's schedule."

The pen tip in Wen Shuning's hand stopped, he took off his glasses and raised his eyes: "You can go out first."

The secretary nodded and left the president's office.

Wen Shuning opened the documents on his desk, his eyes moved slowly, and the charm in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a bright black light.

After reading the hospital's information, she picked up the schedule. After reading it, she dialed the internal line of the president's office: "Let me know, tomorrow's closing banquet will be rescheduled at Fanghe Club, at two o'clock in the afternoon."

In the evening, as soon as Mo Bing returned to his apartment, he received a call from Lin Anzhi. His movie promotion event was over and he was going back to Jiangbei. He had a flight tomorrow.

Mo Bing kicked off his flat shoes and asked him, "What time will you arrive tomorrow?"

Lin Anzhi also just finished the announcement, his voice sounded very tired: "The flight is at 1:30 in the afternoon."

Mo Bing sat slumped on the sofa, his hand subconsciously placed on his abdomen, gently brushing it: "I have work at that point, so I can't pick you up."

Lin Anzhi comforted in a low voice: "Don't come to pick me up, I'll wait for you at home."

Mo Bing said yes, squinted his eyes, and was in a good mood: "I will come back for dinner in the evening. Cook for me. It should be rich, but it is best to be light." After that, he added, "No wine."

Lin Anzhi smiled: "Okay, I'll do it for you."

The next day, the sky was clear and the spring breeze was gentle.

Ming Yao's new drama was launched, and Mo Bing took her to a banquet at Fanghe Club for her colleagues from the crew. The investors and producers also went together. They booked the largest private room and set up four or five tables. It was really lively.

Mr. Zhou from the production company was a drunkard. Before he had even eaten a few mouthfuls of food, he arrested someone and poured alcohol on him. The first one he targeted was Mo Bing, the best drinker: "Mo Bing, why don't you drink a glass today?" It’s too disrespectful to me.”

Mo Bing frowned imperceptibly and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I really can't drink. I have a stomach problem. If I drink this glass of wine, I will have to go directly to the hospital."

Mr. Zhou is an old cunning guy who will never let her go: "In that case, I won't embarrass you, just one cup, and you'll be done with it."

Several bosses nearby also started cheering.

Mo Bing glanced at the Wuliangye in the cup and looked embarrassed.

Mingyao, who was beside her, immediately saw something was wrong, and quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "Sister Bing really can't drink, her stomach problem is not cured yet. Mr. Zhou, please spare Sister Bing just once, and I'll toast you with a drink on her behalf."

Mo Bing is usually capable and cheerful. She is a well-known hard-working escort in the circle. She has a good drinking capacity and good skills. She is not bad at all for this group of grown men. She finally caught the opportunity to drink him. These people at the wine table How could Jing give up?

Mr. Zhou said half-jokingly: "That won't work. If you have to hold back Mo Bing's drink, you'll need three drinks anyway. And with so many people, you can't afford it in one round."

China’s wine table culture is so great!

Mo Bing pulled Mingyao beside him: "Sit down." Then he picked up the wine glass and stood up, "I'm not feeling well today. I can only have one drink. If I drink more, I won't accompany you. I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

A glass of wine, drank in one gulp.

The Iron Lady is the Iron Lady, resolute and full of aura.

It’s hard for all of you here to say anything else, so you can only give up.

Over there, Mo Bing drank a glass of wine, and her stomach immediately turned upside down. She couldn't suppress the nausea in her throat after taking a few mouthfuls of soup, so she covered her mouth and ran out in a hurry.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Sheng Sheng and Shi Jin have been too sweet recently, so I decided to deal with Sheng Sheng after Mo Bing's matter is over!

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