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  Han Xiaoye stared at the water cup in front of him, suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it violently!

Snapped!

  The glass is torn apart!

   Part of the water splashed on Fu Zhiyan's trouser legs.

  Han Xiaoye blushed and said viciously, "I don't drink it! Do you know now?!"

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's thin lips pursed into a straight line, without the slightest smile. His temples throbbed wildly, his eagle eyes stared straight at the little woman's crimson eyes, and after a while, he was defeated. Silently squatted down, cleaned up the shards of glass on the ground, and said with restraint, "Have a good rest."

   Then he opened the door and went out.

   As soon as the door was closed, Han Xiaoye immediately threw himself on the quilt, suppressing his tears.

   She actually didn't know what she was crying, she just wanted to cry.

   She thinks she is sick!

real!

   is sick!

   I was so irritable all day long that I wanted to lose my temper with him and quarrel with him. No matter what he does, he looks like a mad dog and wants to take two bites. Just like before, she knew in her heart that she was making a fool of herself, but for some reason, she just couldn't control herself.

The moment the    water glass fell to the ground, her heart actually contracted.

Can……

   Mouth couldn't help roaring at him.

  Fu Zhiyan can't stand her anymore... what should I do?

  Han Xiaoye stuffed his head on the pillow, and his tears kept falling like beads with broken strings. She cried in the dark, and the man smoking outside the ward was equally uncomfortable.

   After taking care of Feng Yaqin, Mo Xiaxia came to see Han Xiaoye as usual. As soon as he walked into the corridor, he saw a man leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. There were cigarette butts all over the floor, and it could be seen that he smoked more than one.

   She frowned and walked over, "Stop talking, what happened? You and Ono quarreled?"

"no."

   Fu Zhiyan snuffed out the cigarette butt, stood up straight, glanced at Mo Xiaxia, and asked her to come with him. Mo Xiaxia guessed that he had something to say and followed behind him. All the way to the back garden of the hospital, the man in front stopped. Mo Xiaxia stopped, found a chair, and sat down.

"what happened?"

Fu Zhiyan couldn't help but took out a cigarette and touched Mo Xiaxia. He frowned and folded the cigarette in half. He described what had just happened to Mo Xiaxia in detail, especially the various details of Han Xiaoye. . At the end, he pursed his thin thin lips and stared into Mo Xixia's eyes, "Do you think she has an anxiety disorder?"

  Mo Xiaxia is an expert in criminal psychology, and criminal psychology is also a kind of psychology, so Mo Xiaxia's attainments in psychology are not generally high, even better than ordinary psychologists. She pondered for a moment, then raised her head with a serious expression, "Stop talking, I think Ono may not be an anxiety disorder, maybe more serious - depression."

"Psychologically, the clinical manifestation of anxiety disorders is that patients often have excessive worry, nervousness and fear that are inconsistent with the actual situation without obvious incentives. Such nervousness and fear often have no clear object and content. The patient feels that he has been in a An inner experience of nervousness, anxiety, fear, fear, worry. Ono is not. From what you told me, I think Ono's reaction is more like depression, depression and irritability, which are manifestations of depression."

"She should have realized it herself, so she deliberately concealed her abnormality when facing us. Only when facing you did she show her true emotional state. That's because she subconsciously regarded you as the most important person. The important thing is the person you trust the most. That's why she will show the real side to you."

   When Fu Zhiyan heard the depression, the top of his heart suddenly twitched, he rubbed his temples and tried to calm himself.

   After a deep conversation with Mo Xiaxia.

  He walked back to the VIP ward with heavy steps.

  The ward is quiet, the curtains are quietly fluttering in the wind, but the person who should be resting on the bed is gone!

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly changed his face!

   "Han Xiaoye."

   The huge ward did not respond in the slightest.

   He opened the bathroom door, wardrobe, living room...

no one!

no one!

   Still no one!

  Fu Zhiyan had never been so out of control before. It was as if his neck had been strangled, and it was difficult to even breathe.

   He slammed out almost without thinking, hurriedly found the guard room, and kicked the door—

"Who are you?"

   "Fuck, what's the situation?"

   "Hey! Family members are not allowed to come in, go out!"

  Fu Zhiyan lifted the security guard in front of him and grabbed the man in front of the monitor. The storm was about to come, "Check! Immediately help me check where the person in VIP Ward No. 3 went!"

   His aura is overwhelming!

   The ruthless aura seems to be killing people!

   More than a dozen security guards were frightened by him, especially the man who was grabbed by the collar, and involuntarily called up the surveillance video to investigate.

  The surveillance of the Military Region Hospital was spread all over the hospital. Soon, Fu Zhiyan found Han Xiaoye. She came out not long after he and Mo Xiaxia left, walked all the way through the corridor, and took the stairs on the left...

   "Where is this going?" Fu Zhiyan paused the video and pointed to the stairs.

  Security thought for a while, then slammed the hammer, "Ah, go to the top floor!"

  The elevator cannot go to the top floor, only the stairs can. What did the hooligan go to the top floor of the hospital to do?

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly remembered one of the biggest features of depression that Mo Xiaxia said, the whole person's face was extremely ugly, he threw off the mouse, and ran to the top floor——

The top floor of the hospital is on the 8th floor, and the VIP ward area is on the 3rd floor. Fu Zhiyan has never been so embarrassed, with messy hair and messy clothes. He ran all the way up the 5th flight of stairs, and opened the iron door. To the little woman standing on the edge of the balcony.

   is a hooligan!

   His phoenix eyes instantly shrank into needlepoint wheat awns!

   almost ran, grabbed the person from behind and hugged him fiercely. The moment he hugged, his heart that was about to suffocate finally calmed down, and at the same time, a monstrous anger surged up.

   "...Little uncle?" Han Xiaoye was just coming up to blow the wind, but he was suddenly pulled into his arms, and he didn't know what was going on.

  Fu Zhiyan had already pulled her away and scolded her condescendingly, "Are you going to kill yourself?! Okay! I'll play with you! Next time you want to play like this, play this first!"

   A Burger pistol was dropped at her feet.

  Han Xiaoye was dumbfounded in shock.

  Bright eyes stared at the angry man, her mind turned, she suddenly understood what was going on, her eyes were red, and tears were swirling in her eyes again. But she stubbornly did not cry.

"I asked you to agree to the operation. Even if I need to bear the consequences, I should bear the consequences. It's my decision, and it's my mother. What are you doing to yourself? It's my fault, from the beginning to the end. It has nothing to do with you!"