The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

After listening to everything, He Jiayi's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't speak for a while.

He slowly turned his eyes and looked at Xia Beiqing, who was thin and embarrassed on the bed. He knew what happened to Xia Beiqing and Shen Zhiyu, and he also knew that Xia Beiqing was still pestering Shen Zhiyu, but he never thought that he Can do this for Shen Zhiyu.

Even, let myself scrap my legs and become dumb.

He Jiayi first inspected Xia Beiqin's throat, and then found that his vocal cords were extremely damaged. He didn't know what he had endured before it was so severe.

Shen Zhiyu asked anxiously: "What happened to him just now, he kept covering his throat, did he have a sore throat?"

He Jiayi shook his head: "He is recovering well. It stands to reason that there should be no more pain. It should be a phantom pain."

Phantom pain.

It's this word again, I heard it mentioned by the private doctor of Jun's family.

"What happened just now, did he suddenly become like this?" He Jiayi asked.

"He took a sip of porridge and suddenly something went wrong."

He Jiayi thought for a while, then asked: "Do you know why his voice is bad?"

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands and replied with some difficulty, "I was filled with hot oil by Mu Chenbi."

"What?! Oil?!" He Jiayi was shocked, feeling incredible.

It was too cruel to pour hot oil into his mouth. Xia Beiqing was also very fateful, and if he was careless, he would be scalded alive. How did he survive this pain?

After listening to Shen Zhiyu's words, He Jiayi probably understood: "It may be that the bowl of porridge was a little hot, which suddenly aroused the memory of when he was filled with oil, and his body was not under his control."

Only then did Shen Zhiyu remember that something similar had happened before. For example, the food was a little hotter, or it was steaming hot. Xia Beiqin was very resistant and refused to taste a bite. He would only taste it carefully before letting it cool. One bite, make sure there is nothing wrong, and then continue to eat.

This time, Shen Zhiyu forgot to let the porridge cool down. Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to slap himself twice, looking at Xia Beiqing's pale face, Shen Zhiyu was very guilty.

"You should pay attention to this situation. This situation is not occasional, and it will not happen once or twice and it will disappear. It may appear from time to time in the future." He Jiayi reminded.

Shen Zhiyu asked in a dumb voice, "This is a psychological problem, right?"

He Jiayi nodded: "Unless he helps him out of the shadows, otherwise his situation will never get better, and it may get worse."

"What should I do?" 

"Help him find a psychiatrist."

Shen Zhiyu was startled.

Psychologist?

When he had already lost his leg and lost his throat, he had to bring a psychiatrist to him and tell him that there was also a psychological problem.

This was too cruel, Shen Zhiyu couldn't do it, he couldn't bear to see his wounded and scared expression.

He Jiayi patted Shen Zhiyu on the shoulder: "It's not a weird way to drag it down, you can think about it, you can contact me after you think about it, and I will recommend a few psychologists for you."

Shen Zhiyu's voice trembled: "Thank you..."

He Jiayi carried the medical kit and left silently, leaving only Shen Zhiyu.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shen Zhiyu held Xia Beiqin's hand against his face. He buried his head deeply, tears falling down, and choked up, "Beiqin...what should I do?"

How can he be cured?