Chapter 646 Help Him Find a Psychiatrist

After hearing everything that happened, He Jiayi's eyes widened in astonishment, and she was speechless for a while.

He slowly turned his eyes and looked at Xia Beiqing who was thin and embarrassed on the bed. He knew about Xia Beiqing and Shen Zhiyu's past, and also knew that Xia Beiqing was still haunting Shen Zhiyu, but he never thought that he To be able to do this for Shen Zhiyu.

He even let himself lose his legs and become dumb.

He Jiayi checked Xia Beiqing's throat first, and then found that his vocal cords were severely damaged. He didn't know what he had gone through to make it so serious.

Shen Zhiyu asked anxiously: "What happened to him just now, he kept covering his throat, did he have a sore throat?"

He Jiayi shook his head: "He's recovering well, logically speaking, he shouldn't be in pain anymore, it should be phantom pain."

phantom pain.

It's that word again, I heard it mentioned by Jun's personal doctor before.

"What happened just now, did he suddenly become like this?" He Jiayi asked.

"He took a sip of porridge and suddenly something went wrong."

He Jiayi thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you know why his voice is broken?"

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands, and answered with some difficulty: "I was poured with hot oil by Mu Chenbi."

"What?! Oil?!" He Jiayi turned pale with shock and found it incredible.

It's too cruel to pour hot oil into his mouth. Xia Beiqing is also fatal. If he is not careful, he will be scalded to death. How did he survive this pain?

After listening to Shen Zhiyu's words, He Jiayi probably understood: "Maybe it's because the bowl of porridge was a bit hot, which suddenly aroused his memory of being oiled, and his body couldn't be controlled by himself."

Only then did Shen Zhiyu remember that something similar had happened before. For example, when the food was a little hot, or it was steaming hot, Xia Beiqing was very resistant and refused to taste a bite. He would taste it carefully until it cooled down Take a bite, make sure there is nothing wrong, and then continue to eat.

This time, Shen Zhiyu forgot to let the porridge cool, thinking of this, he wished to slap himself twice, looking at Xia Beiqing's pale face, Shen Zhiyu was so guilty.

"Zhi Yu, you have to be careful. This kind of situation is not accidental, and it won't happen once or twice and then disappear. It may appear from time to time in the future." He Jiayi reminded.

Shen Zhiyu asked hoarsely: "This is a psychological problem, right?"

He Jiayi nodded: "Unless you help him get out of the shadows, his situation will never get better, and it may even get worse."

"what should I do?"?

"Get him a psychiatrist."

Shen Zhiyu was shocked.

Psychologist?

When he had already lost his legs and hoarse voice, he had to bring a psychiatrist to him and tell him that there was something wrong with his mind.

This was too cruel, Shen Zhiyu couldn't do it, he couldn't bear to see his injured and frightened expression.

He Jiayi patted Shen Zhiyu's shoulder: "It's not a strange way to drag it on. You should think about it. After you think it over, you can contact me. I'll recommend some psychiatrists for you."

Shen Zhiyu's voice trembled: "Thank you..."

He Jiayi carried the medical kit and left silently, leaving only Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu sat by the bed, held Xia Beiqing's hand, and pressed it against his face. He buried his head deeply, tears streaming down his face, and choked up, "Beiqing...what should I do?"

How can he be cured.