: Naturally, life is full of regrets, Shui Changdong (70)

Author: Yaoli

Yan Ran wanted to help him wipe his dirty hands, but the man was unwilling and had no choice but to ask others to help.

Fu Yi's condition is slowly stabilizing. If he continues like this, he should be able to recover soon.

But one day, Fu Yi suddenly went crazy.

Yan Ran was still communicating with the doctor outside at that time, when a shrill scream came from inside the room.

She was startled. Fu Yi rushed around the room like a trapped animal, seeming to be looking for an exit.

As soon as Yan Ran came in, Fu Yi just turned his head, his eyes were about to burst, he looked like he was filled with hatred, and his emotions were out of control.

Yan Ran did not approach, and made a gesture to the doctors behind him, telling them not to come in yet.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ran's voice was very gentle, making it easy for people to let down their defenses. "What happened? Can you tell me?"

Fu Yi was trembling all over, as if he was scared, but he didn't choose to run away. He looked around, grabbed the fruit knife on the side, and faced Yan Ran, his eyes were stained with scarlet, and there was raging violence, but he was

Trying his best to restrain himself, his eyes trembled.

A familiar voice came from the TV, and Yan Ran turned around to look.

The man on TV is handsome and elegant, with a flawless smile on his face, and he answers questions politely.

Yan Ran understood the reason why Fu Yi lost control.

She looked around and couldn't find the remote control, so she unplugged the TV.

Looking at Fu Yi again, she arched her eyebrows and said in a coaxing tone like a child, "Don't be afraid, the bad guys have been driven away..."

Fu Yi became confused, his eyes still fixed on the TV, as if he was afraid that the face would pop out again, and he was extremely vigilant.

Seeing this, Yan Ran tentatively walked over slowly.

"Come on, don't be afraid. I've already asked someone to buy you your favorite lime-flavored cake. Put the knife down and I'll take you to eat it, okay?"

She came closer step by step, her pale and sickly face was without any blemishes, the red mole on the tip of her nose was bright and eye-catching, and the curve of the corner of her mouth was as gentle as the breeze or the bright moon.

Fu Yi's pupils slowly dilated, as if being tempted, the hand holding the knife in front of his chest slowly and hesitantly lowered it.

Yan Ran saw this and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

When the distance got closer, Yan Ran's hand almost touched the knife in Fu Ji's hand, and Fu Yi, who was originally peaceful, suddenly lost control.

With a wave of his hand, blood splashed out.

The cut was very deep, from the palm of the hand to the wrist, and blood spurted out with an almost sizzling sound, and continued to flow downward, and soon formed a small puddle on the ground.

Fu Yi's eyes were filled with cold hatred, wrapped in a world-destroying fear, and endless sorrow and despair lingered around him.

There was a click.

The bloody fruit knife fell to the ground.

Fu Yi stepped back and huddled in the corner, shivering.

The doctor rushed in and was shocked when he saw the injury on Yan Ran's hand.

Although the incision was quite long, fortunately it was not very deep and it only took a few stitches to heal.

After that, Yan Ran ordered those people to always adjust the TV channel to cartoons and asked them to change all the reflective objects in the mirrors.

Yan Ran actually understood why Fu Yi, who had lost his mind, was so afraid of her and hated her so much.

Because she is Fu Ji's accomplice.

He hates Fu Ji and also hates Yan Ran.

That's why after seeing Fu Ji's face, he lost control and burst out with such strong aggression.

Yan Ran is very busy and has no time to eat.

But I will still squeeze out some time to see Fu Yi.

Fu Yi was in a very low mood the past few days, not as lively as before, always staring at one place in a daze. This situation had not lasted for three days, when he became energetic again and ran around in the yard running wild.

A bright red sunset shines on the Western Mountain, and large white clouds float in the azure blue sky, showing a flaming red under the glow of the setting sun.

Fu Yi is very tall, with long arms and legs. He is squatting on the ground, carefully observing the snails on the leaves, with an expression as if he is studying some extremely important document.

Yan Ran watched from the side, and the doctor beside her talked about Fu Yi's mental condition.

"Mr. Fu is in a good mood today. He is very noisy and jumped up and down for a long time."

Yan Ran was silent, but listening carefully.

The doctor hesitated for a long time and then said, "Mr. Yan, actually I think it's not a bad thing if this continues."

Yan Ran turned his head, his too pale face showing a confused expression.

"Half of Mr. Fu's memories were selectively forgotten. Maybe that memory was too painful and terrifying, so it triggered a systemic stress response in his body. If, I'm just saying if, is there a

Maybe even if Mr. Fu is normal, he might not be as good as he is now?"

After the doctor said these words, he felt uneasy.

Yan Ran's expression did not change much, but her eyes became cold, as if an invisible air-conditioning was condensing, making the doctor dare not look directly.

The atmosphere was deathly silent. Cold sweat broke out on the doctor's forehead, and he did not dare to reach out to wipe it. He could only let the cold sweat flow into his eyes, causing a burst of soreness.

"you……"

Hesitantly and cautiously, a deep male voice broke in, breaking the suffocating silence.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man with almost grateful eyes.

There was a bit of dust on the man's face. He was not far away from Yan Ran. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and bit his lip. Under Yan Ran's soft eyes, he mustered up the courage to ask.

"what happened to your hand?"

Yan Ran was stunned, looked down at his bandaged palm, and smiled, his eyebrows curved like a white magnolia swaying with dew.

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring this timid tall man.

"While cutting the fruit, I accidentally scratched it myself."

Fu Yi frowned and looked at the bandaged hand with confusion and hesitation. In the end, he didn't say anything and ran away.

Even so, Yan Ran was still a little happy.

When I saw the doctor, my complexion improved a lot.

"He shouldn't be like this."

Fu Yi may not be a good person, but after all, he is someone she once cared about, and with so many years of friendship, how could she just watch him spend the rest of his life like a fool.

Fu Yi has nothing now. Yan Ran thought, this is the greatest harm to Fu Yi.

When Yan Ran was about to leave, Fu Yi, who had been missing, ran out from nowhere.

This was the first time he took the initiative to touch Yan Ran.

He was covering something with both hands. Yan Ran didn't know what it was, but he still stretched out his hand.

Fu Yi handed the things in his hand to Yan Ran.

That's a butterfly.
Chapter completed!