Six Hundred and Fortieth Chapters Fall Into Madness

Early in the morning, Xia Beiqing woke up from his sleep, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to the side, but felt the cold sheet and the empty bed. He opened his eyes and found that Shen Zhiyu was no longer there.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks sounded from outside the room.

Xia Beiqing stood up with his arms propped up, and was about to ring the bell at the bedside, but stopped. After thinking for a while, he retracted his hands, stretched his body, pulled the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and then Move yourself up little by little.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhiyu was cooking porridge, when he heard the door open suddenly, he turned his head and saw Xia Beiqing coming out of the room in a wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put down the spoon, walked over, knelt down in front of Xia Beiqing, put his hands on his knees, and said, "Why don't you ring the bell, and get up by yourself."

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'm cooking porridge, it should be ready, just wait a moment."

Shen Zhiyu got up and walked into the kitchen, scooped up a bowl, then returned to Xia Beiqing again, and asked, "Do you want to eat by yourself?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

So, Shen Zhiyu handed the bowl to Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing took it, scooped a spoon into his mouth, and the hot porridge slid down his throat. In an instant, he stopped, the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a bang, and his face suddenly became pale.

Shen Zhiyu was startled: "Beiqing, what's the matter? Is the porridge not good?"

As if frightened, Xia Beiqing suddenly overturned the bowl in his hand. The bowl hit the ground and fell to pieces, spilling all the porridge inside.

Only then did Shen Zhiyu realize something was wrong: "North tilt..."

Xia Beiqing raised his neck, opened his mouth wide, tightly covered his throat with both hands, and struggled in the wheelchair, with an extremely painful expression, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, as if he was undergoing some kind of torture.

Shen Zhiyu hastily held down Xia Beiqing: "What's wrong? Is it a sore throat? Beiqing! It's okay, just calm down first."

Xia Beiqing, however, seemed to be very afraid of being touched by others, desperately pushed Shen Zhiyu away, kept shrinking his body back, the wheelchair was shaking from side to side, and nearly fell over.

His whole body convulsed, as if someone was holding his head tightly and opening his mouth, but he was covering his neck in pain, struggling and resisting himself, losing his mind and falling into a kind of madness.

Shen Zhiyu didn't know what to do, fearing that he would get hurt, he hurriedly called He Jiayi, who happened to be in Shuo Country, and didn't know the situation, so he rushed to Shen Zhiyu's apartment in a hurry.

When he saw Xia Beiqing in the wheelchair, he was shocked and didn't know what happened.

"He...he is Xia Beiqing? What happened to him?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't have time to explain, his eyes were red, and he almost begged: "Jiayi, please look at him..."

He Jiayi stepped forward, held down the crazy Xia Beiqing, then picked him up, walked into the room, threw him on the bed, took out the tranquilizer from the medical kit, and gave him an injection.

With the onset of the effects of the medicine, Xia Beiqing on the bed slowly stopped struggling, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally, unable to hold on anymore, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Zhiyu immediately straightened Xia Beiqing's head, and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

He Jiayi took a breath, sweating profusely, looked at the pale Shen Zhiyu, and asked, "What's going on?"

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and held Xia Beiqing's hand tightly, telling He Jiayi all the ins and outs of the incident.