Why? Why is he recording?

Xia Beiqing had a bad feeling in his heart. He noticed that the notebook on the desk was taken out every time he chatted.

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and picked up his notebook. He saw that the page opened was full of words.

The patient was suspicious, sensitive, three times a week phantom pain, psychological shadow, frequent nightmares, the situation improved slightly.

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

What does that mean?

What kind of patients? What phantom pain? What psychological shadow?

Does the patient mean him?

Who is Yang Shao? Isn't he teacher Shen's friend?

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

At the door, Xia Bei tilted his mobile phone and notebook back to their original position, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and tried to act as if nothing had happened.

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

The Summer North inclines not to move, the hand that puts on knee is very tight.

Continue to chat, but Xia Beiqing thinking about just now, some absent-minded, from time to time turned to the door, did not see Shen Zhiyu into the figure.

Xia Beiqing now finds out that it seems that every time he chats with Yang Shao, Mr. Shen never bothers him. He has nothing else to do except wash the dishes. He doesn't come in until the end of the chat.

This time it's the same.

After the chat, Xia Beiqing is sleepy. Shen Zhiyu helps him to lie down on the bed, pulls the quilt, and watches 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 and moved himself to the wheelchair a little bit. After so many contacts, he didn't have to work hard to do these things.

Pushing the wheelchair to the door, he gently opened a gap in the door and heard the voice of Shen Zhiyu and Yang Shao coming from the living room.

Shen Zhiyu asked, "how is he today?"

Yang Shao replied: "a few days ago, after treatment, he was very natural and no longer looked at the door. But today's treatment, this situation appeared again, he always looked to the door, looking forward to you can appear

In the room, Xia Beiqing suddenly tightened his hand holding the door.

treatment?

So... For such a long time, Yang Shao and his so-called chat is actually treatment? So, it's the recording, it's the recording in the notebook.

Why... Why treat him? Did he do something wrong?

Xia Beiqing hugs his head tightly and can't accept it. Teacher Shen will treat him like this!

"Why In the living room, Shen Zhiyu asked nervously.

Yang Shao expression slightly dignified: "it's not clear yet, I will go back to study."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Yang."

Dr. Yang?

Xia's lips trembled twice.

It turns out that Yang shaogen is not a friend of Mr. Shen. He is a doctor. For so long, he has been treating himself as a patient. Even Mr. Shen doesn't treat himself as a normal person!

Xia Beiqing did not know whether he should be sad or angry.

Shen Zhiyu sees Yang Shao off and prepares to go back to his room to have a look at Xia Beiqing. As soon as he opens the door, he sees Xia Beiqing sitting on the wheelchair at the door, his face white, and he looks at Shen Zhiyu with a kind of painful and desperate eyes.

Shen Zhi meets pupil one shock: "North incline, how do you..."

He did not know whether Xia Beiqing had heard the conversation with Yang Shao just now.