Chapter 88 I want to sleep with her tonight

She knew she would not die, but when she fell into a coma, Lin Wanqing was still scared, which reminded her of her death in her previous life.

There was endless darkness, and my body kept sinking down. I couldn't control it, and I was filled with only fear.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of her eyes, and then air rushed into her lungs. Lin Wanqing took a deep breath and immediately woke up from her chaotic state.

Lin Wanqing opened her eyes and saw Si Ye's anxious face.

"Wanqing! Wanqing!"

Si Ye held her in his arms, his voice hoarse, his eyes terrifyingly red.

His hands were shaking. The moment he saw Lin Wanqing open her eyes, his tense emotions relaxed instantly. However, his arms around Lin Wanqing were still tightening, as if he wanted to embed Lin Wanqing into his body.

He was really scared and really couldn't afford to lose this person.

"I, I'm fine." The moment Lin Wanqing opened her mouth, she felt her throat hurt as if she was swallowing a razor blade, and her voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like her own at all.

Looking at Zhang Guodong again, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, unconscious.

The people around all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lin Wanqing wake up.

"Oh my God! It's okay! It's okay!"

"Oh my god, I thought Zhang Guodong was going to kill someone!"

"This is psychosis! This is psychosis!"

Everyone was relieved that Lin Wanqing was fine, but they were also scared by Zhang Guodong's rage.

Only Zhang's mother knelt beside Zhang Guodong and cried out, "Help! Help! Please help my son!"

"Help, help!"

Lin Wanqing took a deep breath. Si Ye's hands were still clasping Lin Wanqing's shoulders, showing a protective posture. His eyes were fixed on Lin Wanqing, not daring to move away even a little.

"I'm fine." Lin Wanqing wanted to comfort the boy softly, but his pupils shook and tears fell.

Lin Wanqing was a little surprised, "You..."

Si Ye let go of Lin Wanqing and turned away.

When he saw Lin Wanqing being tightly grasped by Zhang Guodong's neck, he really had the intention to kill her at that moment.

He wanted to kill Zhang Guodong immediately, but his identity did not allow him to do such a thing. At the last moment, he held back and knocked Zhang Guodong unconscious with a palm.

At this time, the person lying on the ground groaned and opened his eyes slowly.

"Son! You're awake!" Mother Zhang cried and hugged Zhang Guodong.

But Zhang Guodong's eyes were always fixed on Lin Wanqing.

"Wanqing, I'm really not mentally ill. I was just too angry just now." Zhang Guodong struggled to get up from the ground.

Si Ye quickly protected Lin Wanqing behind him, "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Zhang Guodong pointed at himself and shouted, "I'm Lin Wanqing's husband! I want to exercise my rights as a husband!"

"I'm going to stay at the Lin Mansion tonight and sleep in the same bed with her!"

After he said this, everyone looked at him with pity.

"Oh, I'm really very sick."

People shook their heads and whispered. Zhang Guodong turned around and glared at them fiercely, scaring the group so much that they quickly took a few steps back.

The car from the mental hospital slowly stopped at the gate of Lin Mansion.

As if they had something to rely on, these aunties pointed at Zhang Guodong and said, "Hurry up, this guy is sick! He's really mentally ill! He almost strangled someone to death during his attack just now!"

Aunt Zhang immediately waved her arms and attacked the old lady's mouth, "Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again!"

The moment Zhang Guodong saw the hospital's white coat, he actually wanted to run.

His previous experience in a mental hospital left a deep shadow on his mind, making him subconsciously want to run away.

Zhang Guodong was so frightened that he raised his legs and ran away.

But the moment he raised his legs, Si had already put his hands behind his back and pressed him to the ground.

"Let me go! I'm not sick! Let me go!"

"Damn it! Let me go!"

Zhang Guodong struggled and shouted desperately, but it was of no use.

The doctor looked at Zhang Guodong and sighed, "We said before that he wouldn't be discharged. I understand that you're a family member who's reluctant to let him go, but it's very troublesome when a patient's condition recurs."

"My son is not sick! We are not going to the mental hospital!" Mother Zhang stopped fighting, smoothed her hair that had been torn into a mess, and pulled her white coat, saying, "They are the ones who want to harm my son. There is really nothing wrong with my son!"

"Your son almost strangled someone to death! And he's not even ill at all! Send him to the hospital and get proper treatment right away! Don't waste any more time!"

"Exactly. Otherwise, it would be so scary! If he were to hang around like this every day, if he had a seizure in the future, would he just pinch anyone?"

After a few glances and comments, Jing Ran had already concluded that Zhang Guodong was a mental patient.

"Anyway, my son isn't mentally ill." Zhang Ma reached out to push Si Ye away, "Let my son go!"

She gritted her teeth, pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand to grab Si Ye's neck.

"You!" Lin Wanqing saw it and subconsciously tried to stop him, but it was too late. Several scratches appeared on Si Ye's neck, and blood was oozing out.

Lin Wanqing grabbed Zhang Ma's hand, which was about to continue the attack, and pulled her off Si Ye's body.

Aunt Zhang fell to the ground, slapped her thigh and started crying. "This is so unfair! Soldiers are bullying ordinary people!"

Lin Wanqing knew that Zhang Ma was now Zhang Guodong's only guardian, and as long as Zhang Ma did not give in, Zhang Guodong would not be able to enter the mental hospital.

But after today's incident, Zhang Guodong's image as a mentally ill person has become deeply rooted in people's minds.

Public opinion is so terrible. You just follow the crowd and become whatever others say you are. Do you want to explain it clearly? No, it is impossible to explain it clearly.

Lin Wanqing achieved her goal.

"Si Ye, let him go." Lin Wanqing patted Si Ye on the back.

Only then did Si Ye relax and let go of the hand that had been pressing on Zhang Guodong.

Mother Zhang pushed Si Ye away, helped her son to his feet, and said to the onlookers, "My son is not mentally ill!"

"Lin Wanqing is the one spreading rumors! If I ever hear any of you spread rumors about my son being sick, I'll tear their mouths apart! I mean what I say!"

After saying that, Zhang's mother looked at Zhang Guodong distressedly and wiped her tears, "Come on, son, let's go home!"

The medical staff from the mental hospital chased after Aunt Zhang and kept persuading her, "Auntie, your son needs systematic treatment, otherwise his condition will be very serious!"

"If I can't control it in the future, I'll have to stay in a mental hospital for a long time!"

Zhang Ma turned around and yelled, "Get out! Get out!"

Lin Wanqing watched them leave, and saw that the medical staff were still persevering in following them, and she felt a little sorry for them.

Zhang Ma and Zhang Guodong picked up the bags, not forgetting to bring Zhang Zhijie along, and left angrily.

There was no more excitement to watch, so two or three people gathered together to talk for a while, and finally dispersed.

As soon as the others left, Si turned around and walked towards the yard, as if he was deliberately avoiding Lin Wanqing.

"Si Ye?" Lin Wanqing called him in surprise.

Si Ye still didn't stop, he walked forward quickly.

He acted as if he didn't hear it, or pretended not to hear it.

Lin Wanqing had no choice but to run over quickly and grab his arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Wanqing stopped in front of Si Ye and asked.

Si also looked up, and Lin Wanqing saw an aggrieved face, with pursed lips, red eyes and turned away, stubbornly not looking at her.