Chapter 125: Love hurts

He Yu is really a bit drunk.

When he saw Xie Qingcheng , when he touched the real Xie Qingcheng, when he realized that Xie Qingcheng had really come to him, he could not say anything.

His green face and fangs seemed to have dissipated. He was nothing more than a tiny hatchling dragon that had wandered away from the caverns.

Xie Qingcheng half-help and half-frame him, smoothly took him out of the empty night club, to the downstairs checkout and pay the bill, the front desk waitress is actually the one before.

"Hello ......"

The waitress lady choked on her words.

She looked at the scene in front of her with shock - what? Mr. He actually hadn't broken up with this 1.68 million dollar dog man who had fucked Mr. He for one night and also committed domestic violence?

It's outrageous! Can you do whatever you want like that just because you are good looking?!

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what she was thinking with her wide eyes, and he didn't have time to care about her. He felt that He Yu was in such a bad state right now, and when the boy leaned on him, he could feel the man's body burning as hot as a furnace.

And the gauze on He Yu's wrist. If no one else knows what's going on, how can he not know?

He needs to get He Yu home right away.

Xie Qingcheng: "Check out."

The waitress came back to her senses, trying to restrain her urge to roll her eyes, "Hello sir, tonight's box consumption is 490,000 in total."

"......"

Corrupt capitalism can't consume amounts under $100,000 can it?

Fortunately, He Yu wasn't completely drunk, he was just a little confused, but he still had the sense to pay, and with a sudden movement at his words, he started to feel for his card in his coat.

"I'll pay." He Yu pulled out his card, then leaned breathlessly against Xie Qingcheng again, "I can pay, I have lots of money now. You know ...... I don't have to ask them for pocket money now, I have whatever you want ...... I've made lots and lots of money ......"

"I can give you more than my dad did, Xie Qingcheng ...... you can't look down on me anymore."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

The waitress was even more shocked: what kind of little mom literature is this? What did she hear? Did old Mr. He also adopt this man? What is this now? What is this now?

With a zip, the machine punched out the small ticket.

The waitress was professionally trained, and no matter how shocked she was, she wouldn't say anything unless-never mind, she couldn't help it.

She forced herself to hold back the shocking waves inside her heart and handed the slip to He Yu: "Mr. He, please sign."

He Yu took the pen, scribbled a few random ghostly strokes, and returned it to the other party.

The lady takes a look.

"...... He, Mr. He, you can't use this signature, I'll retype it and you can re-sign it again."

Xie Qingcheng : "How come it doesn't work?"

The waitress lady forced herself to hold back her disdain and handed the order to this handsome little white-food-eating mom.

Xie Qingcheng swept a glance, speechless and some indescribable feelings.

Because He Yu, in his muddleheadedness, actually signed it:

"Xie Qingcheng, Grant."

Xie Qingcheng drove He Yu back to the He family's villa.

It's hard to suppress your bloodthirsty nature when this psychosis kicks in.

Xie Qingcheng has been there himself, and he knows exactly how painful internal conflict can be.

So all the way he had to be distracted to observe He Yu's condition. He Yu at first only leaned on the passenger side with his face white and eyes closed without saying anything, his lips biting out a little rose blood color.

When the two of them drove to the suburbs, He Yu finally couldn't help himself, he suddenly opened his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt. Xie Qingcheng immediately pulled over and stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

He Yu mumbled, "It's hard."

"I'm having a hard time ......"

He was having a bit of a hard time saying those words.

"He Yu, hang in there." Because of the overdose of drugs, He Yu's drug resistance has become more and more serious, Xie Qingcheng knows that he must have swallowed the drugs before he went to the empty night club, but now the effect of the drugs has passed, but He Yu's morbidity has not yet passed, in this case the patient usually has only three choices:

First, self-harm.

Second, hurting others.

Third, self-destructive use of larger doses of drugs to hold out through subsequent episodes, but the next time the patient's tolerance to the drugs increases again.

Xie Qingcheng reminded He Yu a long time ago not to take too many medicines and not to be dependent on them, but He Yu was not able to follow through on Xie Qingcheng's words for various reasons.

At this moment, He Yu's forehead was already oozing layers of fine sweat, his body was as hot as a furnace, and even his vision was burnt.

He held back for a while, but couldn't hold back any longer, and started groping around the car, trying to feel for any sharp objects so he could scratch and stab at his body with staggered wounds. As long as the blood flowed out, he should feel better ......

"Where's the knife ......"

He asked Xie Qingcheng hoarsely, again as if asking himself, his eyes pulling blood from them.

"Where's the knife?"

Xie Qingcheng held him down, "There's no knife. You buckle up, we'll be home soon."

"No ...... I'm not going home. I want a knife." He Yu muttered, "I want a knife ...... Give me a knife ...... I can't stand it ......"

The more Xie Qingcheng looks at him, the more uneasy he feels.

Because Xie Qingcheng is the one who treated the Mental Ai Bola 3 case, he has seen the gradual aggravation of the symptoms of #3. Theoretically, without medication modification, each episode of Mental Ai Bola will be more difficult to control than the previous one, so the best thing to do is to stay extremely calm and reduce the number of episodes.

Xie Qingcheng used to say some very hurtful things to He Yu when he was with him, both because of his own cold and hard personality, and because he was actually trying to raise He Yu's threshold of emotional volatility.

He Yu's tolerance for cynicism has grown considerably over the years, but those aspects of Xie Qingcheng that couldn't widen the threshold for him, they still torment the teenager's feelings.

"He Yu, bear with me, can you hear me?"

"......" He Yu stared at him for a few seconds and jerked his head away.

"I want the knife."

But where's the knife in the car?

He groped around the car regardless, but couldn't find anything that could hurt himself. He tried to get out of the car, but Xie Qingcheng locked the door.

He Yu's eyes became redder and redder, as if they were dripping blood.

"Why is there no knife ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... Why is there no knife? I can't take it anymore!" He began to tear hard at the bandage he had previously wrapped around his wrist, his movements gradually tending from vigorous to frantic.

The bandages fell apart, and Xie Qingcheng's heart went cold, and he was appalled--

He Yu's arms are crisscrossed with new wounds stacked on top of old scars, there are so many sores!

Some of those wounds have not completely healed, and now He Yu moves, they have been torn twice, and the blood is pouring out uncontrollably ...... How many times did he have a seizure before?

"You're--"

Xie Qingcheng took hold of his wrist and stared at his ghastly white face, "He Yu ...... how long have you been like this?"

He rubs the wound on He Yu's wrist.

One way.

A cross.

Staggered and touching.

This boy self harmed too much ...... and he was by his side, but he never knew. Xie Qingcheng's voice had some trembling in it, "Why never say anything?"

"......"

"You haven't told anyone about your current situation?"

He Yu thought vaguely and sadly, "What's he going to say?

His current illness started because he couldn't beg. He realized that he liked Xie Qingcheng, but he also knew that he couldn't get close to Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng didn't like him, Xie Qingcheng's heart was even disgusted with him, so he didn't want to do that kind of thing without self-respect, and he didn't want others to know about his He doesn't want people to know his feelings and then laugh at him for being crazy.

He'd rather be really crazy like that.

Xie Qingcheng Every cold rejection, ruthless cold eyes, will stimulate his emotions, his past medicine became his current poison, he repeatedly committed the disease, repeatedly taking medicine, but when he could not control, had to use blood to sacrifice, to suppress the empty hole in his heart.

Who can he talk to?

Even now, as he faces Xie Qingcheng himself, he is unable to speak, and can only mobilize his gradually weakening self-consciousness to harden his voice and mime to Xie Qingcheng, "...... None of your business."

"......"

"It's none of your business, Xie Qingcheng."

He replied in such a raw manner while painfully suppressing himself.

He really can t stand it ...... He wants to sniff blood.

Want to vent.

He hated to take apart Xie Qingcheng's skin and flesh, incorporating Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood into his own body bit by bit, and he had such a strong desire in his heart, as if this would not be the case his body would not hurt, and his heart would not be empty anymore.

Want blood.

To love ......

To ...... Xie Qingcheng.

His hands were all shaking uncontrollably from the extreme effort he was making to restrain this desire, and he clutched the edge of the car window, his knuckles shrugging like the battlements of the last defense ......

"BANG!!!"

In the end, he could not restrain the crazy surge of hostility in his body, backhanded violently struck the car window, Xie Qingcheng's car is not a good car, the window glass does not stand up to the impact, in such a heavy impact, suddenly cracked open the spiderweb crisscrossing traces.

He Yu was covered in sweat, and he looked at Xie Qingcheng almost hatefully, his eyes barely conscious.

He hissed at him again with great hatred and sorrow, "Why do you torture me so? Why don't you give me the knife nor the medicine!!!"

"I really want to kill you ...... I really want to kill you and then myself ...... I'm so hard Xie Qingcheng ...... I'm so hard that I'm going to die! I can't stand it ......"

He took his hand and tugged at the wounds on his arm, those wounds hadn't healed in the first place, and with this kind of mess, it was even more gruesome as the skin and flesh flared out.

"I can't take it anymore!!!" He howled angrily, but tears dripped from his eyes.

If he was in a mental institution, He Yu would have had to use the restraints, his self-harming disorder was so severe that he couldn't control himself.

But there was nothing here, Xie Qingcheng could only hold him down, trying his best to prevent He Yu from doing anything more extreme.

"He Yu, you have to hang in there ...... It's almost over...you've held out long enough on medication before, hang in there for a little while longer and this attack will pass ...... "

"You're lying to me ......" He Yu gritted his teeth, his consciousness getting more and more confused, "You're lying to me ......! I can't get better ...... I can't take it anymore! None of your words are true ...... Everyone is lying to me! All are lying to me!!!"

His condition is so bad that Xie Qingcheng can only reassure him over and over again. Waiting for his symptoms to subside is Xie Qingcheng's only hope now. Until then, he had to keep He Yu under firm control, lest he hurt someone or continue to hurt himself.

The car can't be driven, but fortunately it's a remote suburb and there aren't a lot of passing cars to affect anyone.

Xie Qingcheng just kept pressing him hard, with the professional doctor's quality to calm him down, this process is too long, He Yu's strength is very big, not the same as the previous child who could be rolled round and pinched by Xie Qingcheng, and Xie Qingcheng's shoulder is also injured, gradually began to lose strength. ......

Suddenly-!

He Yu burst out and violently broke Xie Qingcheng's grip, pushing him into the driver's seat instead!

He glared at the man with bloodshot eyes.

He Yu's emotions finally went completely out of control.

The reflection of Xie Qingcheng was completely gone from his eyes, and his entire pair of eyes were like they were shrouded in blood mist, everything was chaotic.

The teenager even reached out and brutally choked Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"Liars ...... are liars ...... you all hate me ...... you all fear me... ...I'm going to kill you all ...... I'm going to kill you!!!"

"He Yu ......!"

If it was the Xie Qingcheng of the past, there was no way he would have allowed He Yu to get close enough to suppress him to this point, he could have ensured that his life would not be in danger, but he did not expect that his arms would be completely exhausted at this point. He struggled under He Yu's hands, fiercely, but was unable to completely break away from He Yu's grip.

Gradually, his face reddened, and he couldn't breathe.

In this life and death moment, he was forced to suddenly burst out a fierce power, actually relying on the remaining good arm, and extremely strong fighting skills, violently He Yu backhand pressure, and took the opportunity to get out of the other party's palm, and then reflexively slapped on the face of He Yu.

"There was a crisp snap.

That slap was completely in the self-defense instinct, the slap was heavy and accurate, He Yu was hit by a moment of buzzing in the ears, eyes also dizzy, braced himself and frowned not to say anything.

Xie Qingcheng finally drew in oxygen at this point, his chest rising and falling violently as he breathed heavily, his neck already bearing the temporarily indelible finger marks from the time He Yu had nearly crushed him to death during his attack.

He slowed down for a while, got his strength back, and when he saw He Yu still frozen there in that dangerous silence, Xie Qingcheng's first impulse was to pin him down again.

No matter how pathetic He Yu's current situation is, it is irresponsible for anyone to let him go free in this situation.

So Xie Qingcheng gasps for air and raises what's left of his healthy arm and presses down heavily on He Yu once more, trying to control him.

And just then, He Yu suddenly raised his eyes and tilted his head to look straight at him.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it was because of the slap he received, but He Yu's eyes were less bloodshot, and he seemed to be more awake, or at least able to recognize who the person in front of him was. He was as weak as he had been in the Empty Night Club, but at least he wasn't as aggressive as he had been in the past, just like a normal person in a depressed mood.

"He Yu, you ......"

"...... Xie Qingcheng." He Yu finally slowly came back to his senses, shivering and whimpering a bit, as if a dying young dragon was whimpering, "Xie Qingcheng ......"

He raised his hand.

Xie Qingcheng instinctively tries to restrain him.

But this time, He Yu's hands didn't do anything to hurt him.

He Yu just used those trembling hands that signaled his emotional collapse to encircle Xie Qingcheng's waist - tightly, tightly hugging him.

Extremely sleepy.

Extremely sad.

It could almost be described as helpless.

He hugged him.

"I'm awake ......"

"I'm awake ...... I, I just ......" he shivered, "...... Did I just go completely insane ......?"

Because it was inside the car, despite the two of them were struggling earlier, there wasn't much room to stretch out inside the car, although Xie Qingcheng was leaning over and suppressing He Yu, he wasn't as high as he was when he was fully standing. He Yu was now hugging him, his head resting on Xie Qingcheng's chest near his heart.

He Yu listened to the sound of the heartbeat, and his mind, which had regained some clarity, began to feel extreme terror.

Did he come close to killing him?

Was he so close to not being able to hear a heart beating inside this man's chest?

He hugged him, desperately, for a long time.

Long time ......

Then Xie Qingcheng heard him murmur and wail, "Brother, give me a knife, I don't want to hurt you, but I really can't take it anymore ......"

"I can't take it anymore ...... Will you let me do it myself?"

"Will you let me do it myself ......"

Xie Qingcheng That moment was very, very unfavorable.

He doesn't know how He Yu became like this.

Obviously, the year he left the He family, he did confirm that He Yu should be able to control his emotions. And during the four years he was away, He Yu didn't have any accidents.

It was from the moment he came back that everything suddenly got more and more chaotic, plummeting down towards the abyss of loss of control.

Did he do something wrong when he came back?

Or was his decision to leave in the first place just wrong.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know, he couldn't even tell what kind of internal changes this teenager had recently undergone, why his moods had become more and more volatile, He Yu used to be at least honest with him, but now he seemed to have built up a mind barrier against him that was higher than anyone else's. He Yu's mind had become more and more volatile, and he had become more and more volatile, but now he was more and more volatile.

What the hell is wrong with He Yu ......

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng snapped back to his senses as the teenager called out to him in yet another mournful voice, knowing that this onset of He Yu's illness was slowly passing him by. He coughed softly, and then in this moment, Xie Qingcheng chose to act as a companionable doctor, as he had done before, to calm the boy who seemed as if even his soul had been fractured.

"It's okay."

He patted him on the back, "It's okay. Don't worry about it, I'm fine."

"You'll be fine soon, too."

"Don't use a knife to solve problems, He Yu."

"The worst of the pain is over, you can hold it through."

"It's okay ......"

He kept patting He Yu's back to comfort the extremely helpless boy at the moment.

This is him as a doctor, as a first emperor ......

Even at this moment, he felt that this was what he, as Xie Qingcheng, should do.

"He Yu, don't give up."

There's still hope.

As long as one is still alive, as long as one never gives in, there is still hope for you and me, for all of us .......