"I said that if you take care of others, you should take care of others. There are some things that need to be handled well. You don't need to run around, you..."

"OK, I see. I'm measured." Jack couldn't help it. "I'll hang up first."

The mobile phone fell to the ground. Jack covered his head and squatted slowly on the ground. Old Riley wondered that his son always hung up when he hung up. Why didn't he hang up for a while? The screen still showed a call. Jack covered his head, and the double shadow in front of him was even worse. The sky was spinning. He closed his eyes, and old Riley listened for a while inexplicably.

Without any movement, he hung up the phone, and the mobile phone screen went dark.

Jack shivered inexplicably, flustered, sweating, and with suffocating fear, uncontrollable. He began to hit the wall violently, hoping to alleviate the pain, but it was useless. Then he began to slowly emerge the picture of Mu yuan lying in the coffin covered with the national flag. Jack suddenly knocked open the bathroom door, and a burst of violent vomiting

……

Jack stumbled out of the drawer, trembled and took out a bottle of medicine, frantically poured it into his hand, thrust it into his mouth, and several drugs scattered on the carpet.

He knelt painfully and covered his head with his hands. He overestimated his tolerance and dared to stop taking drugs privately. Without the guidance of professionals, he stopped taking drugs privately, causing terrible consequences.

He kept hitting the ground. How can he take care of Xiaoyuan like this?

All kinds of complications and diseases of Xiaoyuan need long-term care and nursing. What if he loses his temper with Xiaoyuan in such a bad situation?

How can you take care of him?

He needs to see a psychologist.

Jack took a deep breath, calmed down the panic and panic in his heart, and put all the scattered drugs back. He didn't know how much he had taken. He knew that the amount of medicine he usually took had exceeded the normal level.

It is not uncommon for soldiers to suffer from anxiety and depression, and almost all of them are about to develop into occupational diseases, especially some agents who have worked overseas for a long time and have been under constant pressure will have major or minor nervous debilitating diseases, etc.

He also knows why he is ill.

He thought that if Mu yuan came back and was safe, he would recover from his illness, but the facts proved that this judgment was wrong.

He has been addicted to drugs and can't get rid of it.

When Mu yuan woke up, it was dusk. He didn't feel hungry after the infusion. Even if he was greedy, he also knew to fast. He couldn't even drink water, and his heart was a little depressed.

Boring, and there is nothing to kill time, so I can only play games.

Where's Jack?

There was no figure for most of the day. At this time, I shouldn't have come to chat with him. When Jack appeared, he was a little surprised and frowned, "what happened to your forehead?"

His forehead was a little bruised, and his hair couldn't cover the injury on his forehead. Jack said, "I was absent-minded and hit it."

"Bump?" Mu yuan was confused. It didn't look like a bump, like a lot of bumps. "What are you thinking, and you hit your head."

"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Jack sat down and looked at him gently.

Mu yuan shook his head, "it doesn't hurt, just... I want to eat."

Not hungry, just greedy.

"The doctor said not to eat, but to cut off food and water for three days."

Mu yuan, "..."

a bolt from the blue!

Jack was very silent and didn't talk much. He took a chessboard and played chess with Mu yuan to relieve his boredom. He was never a man who was good at chatting. He was stressed. Because of illness, he couldn't hold it down, showing obvious restlessness and irritability.

Mu yuan looked at him deeply, "Jack, are you sick?"

"No!" Jack bowed his head and played with the chess pieces. Mu yuan was recovering from his injury. He didn't want Mu yuan to know his physical condition. He could slowly digest it by himself, "play chess."

Mu yuan took a chessboard that looked neat and said sarcastically, "In our relationship, there is one thing I wanted to say a few years ago. You are very strong. Of course, this is because of your character. It is understandable. But when we are in love, I open my heart to you. I have nothing to share with you except rising to state secrets. But you are different. You have always hidden a lot of things, and you have done a lot of things without telling me. I also know that you have to do some things, and you have to do them , you have your own position, and I never blame you. "

"But..." Mu yuan paused, "Those things that have nothing to do with me but make you very stressful, you never tell me. All the time, you have told me some happy things, no complaints, no complaints, as if you can handle everything properly. Of course, I also understand that we get together less and separated more, and we can't wait to fall in bed for a little time, so how can we have in-depth communication? But I've always wanted to hear you say something unpleasant about you, What difficulties do you encounter, what can't be solved, what troubles do you have, what makes you afraid, and what are you fretting about? "

"If you have negative emotions, you can digest them by yourself, and I'm childish. If I have any negative emotions, you can digest them. How ignorant I am." Mu yuan's eyes were firm, and he was somewhat sad and relieved to mention the past. "But you know what? The person I put my heart into my heart with all my heart, with one look in his eyes, I know what's different."