The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The light dispelled the darkness, Shen Zhiyu looked into his arms, and saw that Xia Beiqing was still closing his eyes, but desperately twisting his body, his face was sullen, cold sweat bursting from his forehead, and veins violent. , Raised her neck and opened her mouth wide, wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, as if she was experiencing intense pain.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly caressed Xia Beiqin, and shouted at him: "Northern! Beiqin! What happened to you? Where is it?!"

Xia Beiqing opened his eyes suddenly, finally struggling out of the nightmare, gasping for breath, a face as white as paper, and then started crying, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and soon wet the pillow.

Shen Zhiyu was frightened, and asked in a panic: "What's wrong with the Northward, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Xia Beiqing cried and pointed to his leg.

Shen Zhiyu didn't understand.

"Legs? What happened to the legs?"

Xia Beiqing opened his mouth to Shen Zhiyu, unable to make a sound, and could only speak with his mouth. Shen Zhiyu couldn't understand, so he hurriedly took the paper and pen on the bedside and handed it to Xia Beiqing.

"Don't cry or cry, write it down and tell me."

Xia Beiqing took the pen tremblingly, and wrote crookedly on the paper—it hurts.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

Xia Beiqing went on to write.

--leg.

Shen Zhiyu was startled, and he held Xia Beiqin's legs with his hands: "The legs hurt? How come the legs hurt? Is it conscious?"

Xia Beiqin couldn't answer, and tears fell down with big tears, smashed on the paper, and fainted.

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me." Shen Zhiyu got out of bed and hurried out of the room.

In the middle of the night, the private doctor rushed to Jun's house. Everyone gathered around Xia Beiqing's room, staring at his legs on the bed.

The doctor squeezed Xia Beiqin's leg and tapped his knee twice with his hands. Seeing that Xia Beiqin had no response, he stood up and walked out of the room.

Before Jun Xianrong spoke, he heard Shen Zhiyu's impatient question: "Is his leg regaining consciousness?"

The doctor shook his head: "No, with the condition of his legs, there is no possibility of improvement at all."

Shen Zhiyu's eyes dimmed: "But why does his leg hurt?"

The doctor replied: "It shouldn't be the leg pain, or he thought his leg hurts."

Jun Xianrong raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean."

"It can be said that it is a kind of phantom pain in the limbs. When his legs were injured, it was too deep, and it had been carved into his mind, leaving an indelible shadow on him, so he would have the illusion of pain."

Shen Zhiyu's face faded instantly.

So, his leg is already dead, but he still suffers from pain, why is it... why is it so cruel!

Jun Xianrong asked with a choked voice, "Then how should I treat it?"

The doctor's expression was solemn: "This is his psychological problem. There is no way to treat it. Try to keep him happy, maybe it will get better."

When he returned to the room, Xia Beiqing had fallen asleep deeply, and Shen Zhiyuyun was by the bed, reaching out and stroking Xia Beiqing's tear-stained face.

He couldn't believe how painful his leg was when he was abruptly interrupted, and he would still have such hallucinations even to this day. 

The next day, Xia Beiqin woke up, and Shen Zhiyu just walked into the room, remembering the doctor's words, so he smiled at Xia Beiqin.

"Wake up? The sun is good today. I will take you out to get some breath?"

Xia Beiqing shrank his neck, as if a little scared, shook his head and refused.