The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

why? Why did he record?

Xia Beiqing had a bad premonition in his heart. He noticed that the notebook on the table was taken out by Yang Shao every time he chatted.

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand, picked up the notebook, and saw the opened page, which recorded densely packed words.

The patient is suspicious, sensitive, has three phantom pains within a week, psychological shadows, frequent nightmares, and the condition has improved slightly.

These words all broke into Xia Beiqing's sight, and Xia Beiqing's face instantly faded all the blood.

What does it mean?

What patient? What phantom pain? What psychological shadow?

Does the patient mean him?

So who is Yang Shao? Isn't he a friend of Teacher Shen's?

A large group of questions ran across Xia Beiqing's head.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Xia Beiqing immediately put the phone and notebook back in place, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

Yang Shao put a plate of fruit in front of Xia Beiqing: "Eat some."

Xia Beiqin didn't move, his hands on his knees clenched very tightly.

Continue to chat, but Xia Beiqing thought about what had happened just now, a little absent-minded, turning his head to look at the door from time to time, did not see Shen Zhiyu walking in.

Xia Beiqing only discovered now that it seems that every time she chats with Yang Shao, Teacher Shen never appears to disturb him. He obviously has nothing to do except washing the dishes. He will not walk in until the chat is over.

This time it is still the same.

After the chat, Xia Beiqing was lethargic, and Shen Zhiyu helped him to lie down on the bed, pulled the quilt, and watched him fall asleep before leaving the room with Yang Shao.

When the door was snapped shut, Xia Beiqing on the bed opened his eyes. He sat up with his arms supported and moved himself to the wheelchair a little bit. After so many contacts, he didn't have to bother to do these things at all. .

Pushing the wheelchair to the door, he gently opened the door to a gap and listened to the voices of Shen Zhiyu and Yang Shao from the living room.

Shen Zhiyu asked: "How is his situation today?"

Yang Shao replied: "He was already very natural during the treatment a few days ago and he no longer looked at the door. But in today's treatment, this situation has reappeared. He always looks at the door, expecting you to appear."

In the room, Xia Beiqin's hand holding the door suddenly tightened.

treatment?

So... for so long, the so-called chat between Yang Shao and him is actually treatment? That's why I recorded it and recorded those things in my notebook.

Why... Why should he be treated? Did he do something wrong?

Xia Beiqing hugged his head tightly and couldn't accept it. Teacher Shen would treat him like that!

"Why is this?" Shen Zhiyu asked nervously in the living room.

Yang Shao's expression was slightly solemn: "It's not clear for the time being, I will go back and study it."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Yang."

Doctor Yang?

Xia Beiqing's lips trembled twice.

It turns out that Yang Shao is not a friend of Teacher Shen's at all. He is a doctor. He has been treating himself as a patient for so long. Even Teacher Shen... has not regarded himself as a normal person!

Xia Beiqing no longer knew whether he should be sad or angry.

Shen Zhiyu sent Yang Shao away and was about to go back to the room to take a look at Xia Beiqing. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xia Beiqing sitting in the wheelchair at the door, his face pale and looking with a painful and desperate look. With Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu's pupils were shocked: "Northern, why are you..."

He didn't know whether Xia Beiqing heard the conversation with Yang Shao just now.