Chapter 1280

Yan Qingfeng stood by the door and asked him, "go to the hospital?"

Fu Tingyuan was pale, frowned, nodded, and did not speak.

Went to his own hospital to do an examination, the results come out all normal, can not find a problem, the result can only prescribe a little pain killer.

Faced with this result, Yan Qingfeng and Fu Tingyuan seem to be not very surprised.

"Better?"

Yan Qingfeng went to pour a cup of hot water back and handed it to Fu Tingyuan.

His face was pale and bloodless in the heat. It is like a piece of cold jade without temperature, with a blue and cold color.

Fu Tingyuan, holding hot water, leaned against the sofa in the hospital lounge. His body was still in a faint pain, but he still slightly ordered.

Yan Qingfeng stood aside, looked down at his face, then turned his head to the window, and sighed gently.

Bai Xuesheng's case is over, much faster than he expected. Fu Tingyuan found a psychiatrist to identify Bai Xuesheng's mental illness. This is not very difficult. After all, Bai Xuesheng had psychiatric certificates in many hospitals at the beginning, and she also found pills for the treatment of schizophrenia in her home.

Before long, she will be released on bail from the Royal psychiatric hospital by Fu Tingyuan and sent to the long prepared mental hospital in Africa for the rest of her life.

This is what Fu Tingyuan has been preparing for so long.

And now, the result has finally come out, the case has a final conclusion. For Fu Tingyuan, everything has been settled down.

It's just that he knows it's far from over.

Luonanchu once again died in front of him, more terrible than the shadow left to him three years ago. Three years ago, in that situation, his death made Fu Tingyuan crazy. Three years later, after he finally embraced happiness, he watched her fall off the cliff.

What should he do?

Yan Qingfeng has been worried and worried about this issue for a month or two.

He looked at his brother's pale face and frowned. He ordered his cigarette end and slowly considered his mouth and said, "next, you have nothing to do. Do you want to go back to the company to help me share it?"

Maybe giving him something to do will make him feel better.

Work can paralyze the nerves, and this constant pain can only be alleviated by being busy.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa, and the warm water in his hand was still slowly floating with hazy vapor, which made his voice a little vague: "I want to have a rest next."

Yan Qingfeng didn't hear clearly at first. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted. He nodded, came over and patted Fu Tingyuan on the shoulder. After hesitation, he said, "I know you are in pain. Don't do anything stupid, Ting yuan. "

He was silent.

With his eyes closed, the winter sun fell on his white face, making him look like a statue made of melting ice.

In the coming winter of spring, his younger brother seemed to be unable to hold on in this cold winter, more and more silent and tired.

Yan Qingfeng's fingers moved slightly. Subconsciously, he wanted to hold his hand. He wanted to say to him that you and we are all in need of you. You should get better. However, he thinks that these words are too selfish in front of him.

Not knowing what to do, he was silent for a moment.