My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"You always ask about the patient's boyfriend. Didn't you fall in love with your patient?" He has known Chang Ming for many years, and he knows his personality clearly. This time, he actually asked about the situation of the patient's boyfriend on the sidelines.

Really weird.

Chang Ming simply explained: "Understand the situation and prescribe the right medicine."

Tang Yan didn't quite believe it: "Then you ask your patient, I don't have any materials for you." He looked at the other party meaningfully, but couldn't see anything, and said with a half-smile, "Brother, this is a foul by you. , psychologists have signed confidentiality agreements, and I am a professional doctor."

Chang Ming stopped asking.

"Doctor Chang," Chang Ming's assistant, came in and said, "Miss Jiang is here, waiting for you in the consulting room."

Chang Ming nodded: "Come right away."

Tang Yan couldn't help asking: "Which Miss Jiang? Shi Jin's girlfriend?"

Chang Ming didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you curious?"

Of course, Jiang Jiusheng was the cause of Shi Jin's paranoia. He had always wanted to meet this talented person who could make Shi Jin 'go crazy' and 'reform his mind'.

Tang Yan was serious: "No, why should I be curious?"

Chang Ming drank the tea on the table, got up, and left Tang Yan's office. Before the assistant had gone far, he ordered: "Go first, I'll make a call."

The assistant said yes.

Chang Ming walked to the stairs, dialed the number, and a woman's voice came from the phone: "Hello."

The sound is quiet and the timbre is nice.

Chang Ming took off his eyes, pinched the center of his brows, looked up, his pupils were green, and said, "Jiang Jiusheng is here."

The woman seemed to be thinking, and said slowly, "It's time for her to remember."

The tone of the woman's speech is round and round, with a less obvious broadcast accent.

Chang Ming answered, hung up the phone, put on the glasses again, the lenses covered them, and the green pupils turned back to black.

It's night, full moon, surrounded by stars.

The windows are not closed, the dark curtains are blown back and forth by the leaking wind, a white moonlight shines on the head of the bed, illuminating the deep sleeper, his brows are tightly frowned, and the pillow towel is wet with sweat.

Suspected, the old man fell into a dream.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

The man's voice came from a distance, gentle and pampering, startled the little girl who was doodling at the desk, she threw down the pen, jumped off the chair, the pigtails on the back of her head dangling happily.

"dad!"

The little girl was four or five years old, and she was born in pink and jade, with crooked eyes when she smiled, and she threw herself into the arms of the man happily.

The man was wearing a police uniform with a tall and straight figure. He put the police cap on the cabinet in the entrance, squatted down, and was as tall as the girl. He smiled and asked her, "What did my baby do at home today?"

The little girl smiled innocently: "Draw a picture."

"What did you draw?"

With a proud tone, she stood upright and said, "I drew my father in police uniform."

The man smiled heartily and scratched the little girl's nose: "My Shengsheng is awesome."

There was laughter in the living room.

At this time, a woman's voice came from the kitchen, gentle and gentle, like the gurgling water of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River: "It's time to eat." The woman smiled slightly, standing in the evening sun, "Shengsheng, go wash your hands."

A little girl of four or five years old, disobedient, loves to be coquettish, stays motionless on the sofa, shakes her two chubby hands, and softly says, "Daddy carry me."

"good."

At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was four years and nine months old, and her father, Jiang Minchang, was a policeman.

Before the setting sun set, the dream changed and suddenly turned into a cloudy and rainy day, heavy rain was about to fall, the air was humid, and the girl had grown taller than the desk.

There was no smile on the gentle mother's face: "Shengsheng, will you live with your mother from now on?"

At that time, the girl was seven years old. She shook her head and asked, "Where's Dad?"

Mother just said, "Dad is going somewhere else."

She didn't understand, so she asked: "Then when will he come back?"

The mother thought for a long time and told her: "Dad will have a new family in the future and will not come back."

The girl's eyes were red, and she lay on the desk and cried for a long time.

Later, her mother took her to move to a smaller house, a dilapidated small building with many neighbors upstairs and downstairs, except for her father who was not wearing a police uniform.

And my father moved into a big and beautiful house. There was a daughter named Wen Shihao in that family, who always wore beautiful pink dresses.

Later, his father got a new wife and gave birth to a beautiful boy, but his father still loved her and told her that she had a younger brother.

It was a clear spring day.

The girl meets her brother for the first time.

The pink and tender child, who was only three or four years old, was still walking unsteadily, so he stumbled to her.

The child looked up at her, his bright eyes were like the black grapes under the vine in the yard of the uncle's house downstairs: "My father said, I also have a sister, her name is Jiang Jiusheng." He held her hand timidly. , "Are you Jiang Jiusheng?"

She nodded and smiled: "Well, I am."

The little boy was very happy when he heard that, and gave the girl his beloved kite. He grinned, and his left side was missing a small baby tooth: "Sister, I am a little goldfish. This is the kite I drew, and I give it to you."

A golden sunflower was drawn on the kite, crooked and ugly, but very bright. The girl was running on the lawn with a child who had grown to her waist. The wind was strong, and the girl’s hair was blown into a mess. However, the kite never flew.

The two children grew taller as they ran.

The girl has grown into a slim girl, and the tender doll has grown into a little boy carved with jade.

Long time no see, the boy was unhappy and angry: "Sister, why haven't you come to see me for so long?" After a few seconds of anger, he calmed down, stretched out his hand to grab the skirt of the girl's school uniform, and said softly Say, "I miss you so much."

The girl bent down and patted the boy's head: "My sister is moving, and she is far away, so I can't visit you often."

The boy was unhappy for a moment, pouted his mouth and turned his head for a while sullenly, then turned around and said awkwardly, "Then I'll go find you."

The girl smiled and poked his baby's fat little face: "Goldfish, you are still young, you have to grow up a little before you can find your sister."

He was very disappointed, and after hanging his head down for a while, he said, "Then I'll eat more and grow taller."

Don't pat him on the head: "It's so cute."

Six or seven-year-old children are very easy to coax, and immediately become very well-behaved. They bring out their favorite toys like offering treasures, and insist on giving them to girls.

While frolicking, a girl in a pink dress came down from the second floor, her hair was shawl, and a sparkling hairpin was pinned between her hair.

It's the little princess of the Wen family.

She had a good posture, stood upright, and raised her chin: "Are you Jin Yu's sister?" Without waiting for an answer, she said, "I am also Jin Yu's sister, and my name is Wen Shihao."

"Hi, I'm Jiang Jiusheng."

Without saying anything, the little princess of the Wen family proudly kept her eyes fixed, brushed her skirt, turned and went upstairs.

"Sister, I don't like that sister." The little boy covered his mouth and said in a low voice, he was too young to hide his emotions, whether he liked it or not was all on his face.

The girl asked him, "Why?"

"She said I was a little bastard." The little boy snorted and pouted angrily, "I hate her and don't want to play with her."

The dream was chaotic, and the figures of the girl and the boy were blurred, gradually being blown away by the wind.

In the distance, the wind chimes of someone's house were jingling by the hot summer wind. The phantoms in the dream gradually became clear, and dilapidated small buildings were row upon row.

Outside the old building, there is a big camphor tree. In the alley in the distance, dogs bark endlessly, like cicadas in summer, noisy.

The girl stood under the tree, against the light, her beautiful peach eyes smiled: "Are you Shi Jin?"

The boy on the opposite side came from the setting sun, went to the shade of the tree, and nodded.

Very pretty boy.

"My name is Jiang Jiusheng." The girl smiled brightly, like ripples on a quiet lake in spring, she said, "I'm here to pick you up."

The young man didn't seem to like to talk or laugh, he just curled his lips and said, "Lead the way."

"good."

The sun goes down, the stars come out, and the moon is half round.

Then the sun rose again, slowly, and then fell below the horizon. For countless days and nights, the flowers of the camphor tree bloomed and fell.

The dream changed, and it was autumn.

Under the camphor tree, an unknown family discarded a wooden bed, which was placed in the shade of the tree, which was convenient for the lazy girl. The textbooks were put aside, and she slept soundly.

The young man came out of the small building, looking for the girl to go home, and seeing her lying on the wooden bed in the shade, he suddenly laughed, walked over, and squatted beside the bed: "Shengsheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Huh?" The girl woke up, turned over, rubbed her eyes and opened them, looking at him in a daze.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the boy's face. His skin was fair, and his long eyelashes cast shadows. He said, "Don't sleep here."

She blinked her eyes, her eyes were sleepy, and then she squinted them again, murmuring dreamily: "Shi Jin, I'm sleepy."

The boy asked: "Then I will carry you up to sleep, okay?"

"No, I want to sleep under the tree." She turned over again, resting on her arm, and continued to sleep.

Just in autumn, there are still cicadas on the camphor tree, singing non-stop, the setting sun goes down from east to west, little by little, and the last smear of light leaks through the gaps in the trees, and falls golden mottled on the girl's face. Dazzling, she frowned.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, blocking the setting sun.

She slept soundly, and he watched her quietly, from the setting sun to the moon and stars.

The girl moved in her sleep and muttered, "Shi Jin, a mosquito bit me."

The boy took the textbook she had put on the wooden bed, squatted beside the bed, fanned the wind with the book, and drove away the mosquitoes for her.

Under the moon, the wind blows gently, and the young man slowly leans over...

"Sheng Sheng."

"Shi Jin."

Mother shouted from upstairs: "It's time to eat."

The girl woke up, sat up reluctantly, stared blankly for a while, a little dazed, and stared at the boy sitting next to her: "Why is your face so red?"

He bowed his head: "Hot."

Not only his face was red, but his neck was also red, and the roots of his ears were also red.

The girl was puzzled: "It's cool under the tree, it's not hot at all."

The boy didn't speak, and packed up the textbooks for her.

She said, "Shi Jin, I want to eat yellow peach flavored ice cream."

He put her schoolbag in her arms: "wait for me here, I'll go buy it."

Before the boy came back, the dream changed suddenly. In the heavy rain, he was carrying her on the path outside the campus, and the water accumulated on the ground. She hugged the umbrella and lay on his back.

"Let's go to the movies tomorrow night." The boy unconsciously slowed down.

Under the big black umbrella, the girl tilted her head: "Why do you want to watch a movie all of a sudden?"

"I have something to tell you."

She nodded: "OK."

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly: "After dusk, I will wait for you under the camphor tree downstairs in your house."

"Okay." She moved the umbrella a little towards him.

But the next day, she missed the appointment, and her mother took her to Wen's house.

The little goldfish took her to play on the lawn of the garden. He was naughty and climbed up the tree to pick up the kite. He sat on a thin branch and waved to her: "Sister, catch it, I'll throw the kite to you."

The little goldfish let go, the wind was strong, the kite was blown up and down, and it didn't land for a long time, but he fell from the tree.

"Little goldfish!" The girl was very anxious, and asked him if it hurts.

He froze for a moment, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the greenhouse not far away: "Sister, there is... a lot of blood in the greenhouse."

In the greenhouse, there are her parents.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran to the greenhouse. Behind her, the little goldfish cried and called her.

"elder sister."

"elder sister."

"elder sister……"

The girl stumbled into the greenhouse and knocked down a pot of small hibiscus at the door, startling the people in the greenhouse. It was her father, Jiang Minchang, who was kneeling on the ground with a knife in both hands.

And his mother was lying next to him, her stomach was full of blood, dripping all over the floor.

She was stunned, her body swayed, and she fell to the ground: "You, you kill, kill..." She was trembling, unable to speak at all,

Her father stood up and waved at her with the hand holding the knife, as if coaxing: "Shengsheng, come here."

In his eyes, there was a ruthless determination that was unfamiliar to her.

She sat on the ground and subconsciously stepped back.

But his father walked over and approached her, step by step, getting closer and closer: "I killed her." He looked at the panicked girl on the ground, but seemed to be talking to himself, "What should we do now? You saw it."

He suddenly laughed and tightened the knife in his hand.

"Don't, don't come here." She kept backing away until she reached the corner.

But he didn't give up, and pressed forward step by step, the knife in his hand dripped blood all over the ground.

The moment he raised his hand, without knowing where the strength came from, she suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his bloody hand.

The knife fell to the ground unexpectedly.

She froze for a moment, and immediately picked up the knife.

His father said with red eyes, "give me the knife."

The girl looked at her mother in the pool of blood, and rushed forward: "Go to hell."

She stabbed the bloody knife into her father's abdomen, and he fell down, pointing at her with bloody fingers: "You—"

She pulled out the knife abruptly, backed up, and fell heavily to the ground, lowering her head in a daze, looking at the knife in her hand and the blood on her hands.

she killed...

Jiang Minchang fell down and closed his eyes. Blood flowed from his body to the ground, meandering all over the ground.

She killed her father...

She broke down and yelled and cried, but she didn't dare to make a sound, shivering in the corner, hugging her knees, buried her head, and kept wiping the blood from her hands on the skirt of her school uniform.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She heard someone calling him, the familiar voice was Qingyue's youthful voice.

It's Shi Jin, it's Shi Jin.

She raised her head eagerly, and saw a hand, white and slender, a very beautiful hand, reaching out to her: "Come here, come to me."

She stared at him blankly, as if she had been bewitched, she stretched out her hand out of nowhere, and took that beautiful hand.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'll wipe your skirt clean for you."

He squatted in front of her, wiped the blood on her skirt with his sleeve, and then stained the blood on his sleeve.

"Shengsheng is good." The young man said softly, "Give me the knife."

She handed him the knife in a daze, and then, he supported her shoulder and turned around.

"Don't turn your head."

"Don't look."

She turned her back and squatted on the ground, trembling all over.

With her behind his back, he wiped the fingerprints on the handle of the knife and repeated it many times: "Shengsheng, don't look."

"Shi Jin, is he dead?"

He didn't answer her, and she cried softly.

"Shi Jin."

"Shi Jin, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid anymore." Her hand was held by another hand, it was slightly cold, and she was wiping the blood on her hand. Behind her was the voice of the young man Qingyue, "Don't admit it, you didn't kill it."

No, she killed it.

She squatted on the ground, crying and calling his name.

"I'm here."

"Don't be afraid."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away, okay?"

He took her hand, led her out of the greenhouse, looked up, and saw a man outside the greenhouse. The man had dyed yellow hair and many tattoos on his neck. He was staring at them blankly. After watching, he turned and ran.

That man is Chen Jie, her scapegoat...

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes suddenly and sat up suddenly.

Shi Jin beside the pillow also woke up almost at the same time: "Shengsheng."

She stared blankly and didn't respond at all.

"Shengsheng," Shi Jin turned on the bedside lamp, hugged her into his arms, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, "Did you dream?"

She was stunned for a long time, then raised her head: "Shi Jin, I remember everything, I remember everything."

Shi Jin's eyes fixed on him.

She looked into his eyes and murmured to herself: "I smoked your leftover cigarette, drank the brandy in your glass, and you bought my favorite yellow peach for me. The knife in your hand, I handed it to you."

It turned out that she learned from him to smoke, and also to drink. She didn't like yellow peaches, but the boy who liked to buy her yellow peach ice cream.

She doesn't control it by hand, she just likes his hands, the hands that lead her out of the nightmare.

She smiled, looked at Shi Jin with fascinated eyes: "So, I liked you so much before."

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, so you like me very much."

She nestled in his arms, her eyes were quiet, as if she was talking to herself: "And my mother, she is very beautiful, and she speaks softly."

When mentioning her mother, she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth.

Then, her smile faded: "Jiang Minchang used to love me very much, I don't know when it started to change." She lowered her head, staring at her hands, "I killed him with my own hands."

Shi Jin hugged her and tightened his grip.

She was silent for a long time, then raised her head: "But," she murmured, "Shi Jin, he also wants to kill me..."

It was unmistakable, those eyes, her father's eyes when he was holding a knife, looked at her with cruelty and murderous aura.

But want to silence?

As she thought about it carefully, recalling all the details of that scene, her breathing became more and more rapid.

Shi Jin whispered in her ear, "Jiang Minchang deserved his death, Shengsheng, I don't blame you, it's not your fault, it's all his fault."

She seemed not to hear, she lowered her head, her eyelashes were trembling, and she was in a daze for a long time. Then, she put her hand on the quilt, wiped it subconsciously, and looked at her palm again: "It can't be wiped off, there is a lot of blood."

In front of my eyes, it was full of shocking red. I don't know if it was a dream or waking up, whether it was true or not.

Shi Jin held her shoulder: "Shengsheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She didn't respond at all, just stared at her hand, lost in thought.

Shi Jin held her hand and wiped it for her: "No blood, no more, I'll wipe it off for you."

"It's all wiped away."

"There's no more blood."

She started hallucinating.

In mid-July, Jiang Jiusheng was diagnosed with mild depression. She couldn't sleep, was in a trance, and had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. Except for the filming of "Project No. 3", she suspended all other activities. There was not much work left for the filming, so she coordinated with the crew and finished the filming within a week.

Shi Jin pushed back all the work and guarded her every step of the way.

When there is no filming, she doesn't go anywhere, stays at home, if Shi Jin doesn't come to talk to her, she won't say a word all day, no matter how Jiang Bomei flirts and acts cute, she just pats his head , instead of talking about it and training it like before.

Shi Jin hadn't been to the hospital for five days, Xiao Yi called many times, Shi Jin would dismiss him at first, but then hung up directly.

Jiang Jiusheng received a call once, saying that there was an urgent patient, but before Xiao Yi could finish speaking, Shi Jin hung up the phone.

"Doctor Shi," she said, with a serious tone, "Go to the hospital, I'm fine, I don't need to accompany you."

Shi Jin shook his head, his attitude did not relax at all, she was sitting in the hanging basket chair, Shi Jin held her two hands, squatted down, kissed the back of her hand, and said to her: "Even if there is no me in the hospital, there are many others. I am a doctor, but you are different," he raised his head, stretched out his hand to brush her side face, "you only have me."

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Chang Ming, well, it's not easy, you'll know later.

The matter of Wen's greenhouse and Shengsheng's identity will soon be revealed.

Close your eyes and pray: President Gu will add 100,000 in one breath!