Chapter 810 Eighth Chapter Twelve: Is This Interesting?

There was no response from the room.

In fact, Shen Zhiyu has long been used to it. He pushed open the door. In the room, Xia Beiqing was sitting by the bed, writing with a notebook. The moment Shen Zhiyu pushed the door open, he closed the notebook. , stuffed under the pillow.

Shen Zhiyu didn't notice his strange behavior, and said softly, "North Qing, get up and eat."

Xia Beiqing propped up his arms and moved himself onto the wheelchair little by little. During the process, he almost fell down. Shen Zhiyu hurriedly wanted to rush over, but he froze.

North Dip will get angry if you get too close.

Yang Shao said, try to follow him and don't let him have too much emotion.

Xia Beiqing sat in the wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair to Shen Zhiyu, but did not stop, just passed by him and left the room.

At the dining table, Xia Beiqing lowered his head, his face was ashen, and he couldn't even see any color in his eyes. He was like a puppet, holding the buns and putting them into his mouth bit by bit, without taking a few bites. He put down the bun again and stopped eating.

During this period of time, his appetite has been poor, he can't eat much, and his whole body has lost a lot of weight rapidly. Sometimes he leans on a wheelchair, really like a terminally ill patient.

"Eat some more." Shen Zhiyu looked at him and said.

Xia Beiqing ignored Shen Zhiyu and turned the wheelchair to leave.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Shen Zhiyu got up to open the door, and Yang Shao was standing outside.

Shen Zhiyu greeted with a smile: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to go together?"

"No, no, no." Yang Shao walked into the room, smiled and nodded towards Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing didn't respond, and continued to push the wheelchair into the room.

Yang Shao pointed to the room and said to Shen Zhiyu, "I'll go in first."

Shen Zhiyu nodded: "Okay."

In the room, Xia Beiqing was sitting by the French window. Yang Shaoxing pushed the door open, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite Xia Beiqing.

He followed Xia Bei's line of sight and saw a dead branch outside the window. The flowers on the dead branch were withered, and the petals fell lightly into the soil, staining its original color with the mud.

Yang Shao withdrew his gaze and looked at the gauze wrapped around Xia Beiqing's neck.

Not long ago, Xia Beiqing committed self-mutilation again. He did not know where to find a shard of glass and cut his neck. Fortunately, Shen Zhiyu found it in time.

Shen Zhiyu almost put away anything in the corners of the room that could cause Xia Beiqing to harm himself, and the room became somewhat empty.

Yang Shao smiled and asked, "How are you doing recently?"

Xia Beiqing didn't speak.

Yang Shao is also used to it.

It was like this every time he had treatment, even if it took several hours, Xia Beiqing might only reply with two or three sentences when Yang Shao said something dry.

Even if there are only two or three sentences, it may be helpful to the treatment of his condition.

"Did you take your medicine on time?"

In fact, Yang Shao knew that Shen Zhiyu would definitely stare at Xia Beiqing and let him take medicine.

Yang Shao babbled again, talking about some beautiful things. After talking for some time, Xia Beiqing finally withdrew his gaze from the window.

He slowly picked up the pen and paper, wrote a few words on the paper, and handed it to Yang Shao.

—I ignore you, is that interesting?

Yang Shao said with a smile: "It is my duty to heal you, it has nothing to do with whether it is interesting or not."