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Chapter 129

Song Bai showed serious resistance to the chains on his neck, so that when the doctor arrived, he had to do a little extra work - apply medicine for the strangle marks on Song Bai's neck.

That doctor is the one that Ji Suiyun used often before. He went back to his hometown to relocate his children some time ago, and he just came back not long ago. After receiving a call from Ji Suiyun's assistant, he hurried over by car.

"Mr. Ji." The doctor greeted Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun nodded and led him all the way up to the second floor. After opening the bedroom door for him, he stopped moving. The doctor turned his head to see Ji Suiyun's face: "This..."

"You go in first, he will make a fuss when he sees me now." Ji Suiyun rubbed Shan Gen: "Give him a tranquilizer and let him have a good rest."

The doctor was a little surprised when he saw Song Bai. He seemed to have seen this person a few months ago. When he arrived that time, Ji Suiyun had already left. He was impressed with Song Bai because it was the first time he saw Ji Suiyun on the bed. There is such a reluctant person, he is a doctor, and he can always see that Song Bai's injury was caused by his lack of cooperation, and his fever and coma were all caused by depression.At that time, the doctor only thought that Ji Suiyun had learned the vulgar character of some rich people and spoiled a clean boy for fun, but he didn't expect to see this boy again after more than half a year.

The doctor closed the bedroom door, sat down by the bed, and put the heavy medical kit on the bedside table.

Song Bai turned sideways, tightly covering his neck with his hands.

The doctor cleared his throat, and before he was about to call him, he found a long chain dragged out from under the thin quilt, and tied it to the foot of the bed.And he finally saw clearly that the first end of the chain was tied around the boy's neck.

"...Let me help you treat the wound."

Song Bai opened his eyes to look at him, then looked at the closed door, and said softly, "You can call the police for me."

The doctor changed the subject: "I'll put a layer of gauze on your neck later, so it won't hurt too much."

Song Bai closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling violently, looking extremely disturbed.

The doctor sighed softly, opened the medical kit to find a tranquilizer, the child was too tense and sensitive, no wonder Ji Suiyun asked to give him an injection before treating the wound.

"I'm sweating a lot, can you go to the bathroom and wash a towel for me?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, nodded, put down the needle first, turned around and went to the matching bathroom in the room to wash towels.

He came back three or four minutes later, Song Bai took the towel and wiped his face and neck carefully, and said thank you softly.

The doctor actually felt a little guilty, and his hands trembled a little when he took the needle.

After the sedative was given off, Song Bai fell asleep quickly, and the doctor went out to call Ji Suiyun.

Ji Suiyun didn't want him to touch Song Bai, and asked him to order the doctor to treat Song Bai's neck after he took care of the wounds on Song Bai himself.

"Mr. Ji, he is young after all. As long as he doesn't get seriously ill, his body will be fine..." After finishing everything, the doctor tidied up the medical kit and said after deliberation: "But... I think he is mentally ill. Isn't something wrong?"

Ji Suiyun glanced at him lukewarmly: "I know what's wrong with him, so you don't need to worry about it."

The doctor was choked, so he dared not say anything more.It's just that I'm always in a daze after returning to the clinic.

The little apprentice who was tidying up the medical box was talking about the medicines that were missing in it while replenishing them.

"Wait, cephalosporin?"

"Yes, Master, I checked and it is indeed gone. Did you give it to someone else?"

"Oh, maybe your mistress took it away."

……

When Song Bai woke up, it was already dark, and there was a small bright yellow lamp on the bay window of the bedroom. Ji Suiyun was sitting on a chair, with a drawing board in front of him, and he was laying colors on the painting with water-based oil paint.

Ji Suiyun's back is also good-looking, he always sits upright and straight, his spine is straight and hard like cast iron, when he holds a brush and concentrates on painting, he is simply a gentleman who is focused and gentle.

Song Bai wasn't looking at him, his eyes were empty.

I don't know how long it took, but when Ji Suiyun turned around after finishing the painting, he found that Song Bai had woken up.

"When did you wake up? You didn't make a sound." Ji Suiyun poured out a cup of water from the thermos and brought it to Song Bai: "Drink some warm water to moisten your throat, and I'll bring you something to eat."

Song Bai pursed his dry and flaky lips, and turned his face away, as if Ji Suiyun was air.

"Hey, what do you have to do with me? Are you so angry that you would rather die than talk to me?" Ji Suiyun smiled: "I'm not afraid of you, Ah Bai, you worry too much."

"I always have a way to make you eat, nasal feeding, or gavage, but it's too painful, and I can't bear it." Ji Suiyun touched Song Bai's lips: "You are hungry, let your whole family be hungry together."

Song Bai looked at Ji Suiyun angrily, his eyes were red.

Ji Suiyun handed the cup to Song Bai indifferently, and saw that he drank more than half of the cup before turning around to serve the meal.

"Hey, eat more." Ji Suiyun lifted Song Bai up and hugged him in his arms, and fed Song Bai porridge with his own hands without taking the trouble at all.He didn't know that he was already like a psychopath, or a pervert, he was acting a one-man show the whole time, and Song Bai was just playing dead things with him.

"Sleep well at night, build up your strength, and I'll give you a gift tomorrow." Ji Suiyun put the empty bowl on the bedside table, pressed Song Bai under him, and gently kissed the chains on his neck that were warmed by his body: "Ah Bai, would you like to take a look at my paintings?"

Song Bai closed his eyes, he said silently that he was not interested.

Ji Suiyun didn't expect any reaction from him that he would like to see, but he was still very interested in getting out of bed to get the painting on the easel in front of the bay window.

The water-based oil paint is not completely dry, and the painting has a unique smell of oil paint.

"I haven't drawn for many years." Ji Suiyun's tone seemed to be sighing: "I still drew the hand-painted tattoo on my back."

"Baby, take a look." Ji Suiyun pushed Song Bai, and said in a joking tone: "If you don't open your eyes, I will open your eyelids."

Song Bai knew that he was crazy, and the threat of a madman was all achievable.

Song Bai opened his eyelids tiredly, and what he saw was a coquettish and weird painting style, a small pink rose stained with blood was wrapped by countless thorns, the gap between the thorns and the flowers was smudged with rust color and dead gray The sky is misty, like clouds, like dreams.

This little rose is the devil's treasure.

Ji Suiyun put the painting back in front of him, and touched Xiao Qiangwei's flower buds with his fingers: "Do you think it looks good?"

"I don't know how to draw."

"It's okay, it's enough for me to understand." Ji Suiyun gently touched Song Bai's shoulder blades and chest: "I'm looking forward to it."