Chapter 87 How could he bear to do that?

Yuan Zhuo really didn't understand, why would Qi Ji commit suicide?

Everything was obviously fine, they won the world championship that he had always dreamed of, took a cruise to Antarctica to see penguins together, and got married in Las Vegas. After returning home, they also went through the trouble of completing the procedures of being each other's guardians.

So, did he do something wrong that made him make such a choice.

Also, he didn't love him at all, right? Otherwise, how could he bear to leave him and abandon him like this?

At this moment, the disheveled and wolfish Yuan Zhuo was leaning against the slightly old wall of the small town hospital, staring at the lights in the operating room without blinking.

For the first time, he felt a surge of hatred in his heart.

All he could think about was that Qi Ji didn't love him and didn't want him anymore.

Such hatred and the fear that Qi Ji might really leave this world soon made Yuan Zhuo's head buzz, and he didn't even hear the hurried footsteps in the corridor.

He didn't turn around until someone walked up to him and called his name.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he realized that the person was his eldest brother. His emotions that had been tense all of a sudden couldn't be restrained, and the fear, grievance, and pain that were suppressed in his heart instantly vented out like a flood.

Looking at his eldest brother, he burst into tears without caring about his image.

"Brother, brother, Qi Ji doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't want me anymore!"

Yuan Yuan felt distressed and angry when he saw his brother crying like this since kindergarten.

He reached out and held his brother in his arms. He patted his back rhythmically and coaxed him like he did when he was a child.

"It's okay, Xiao Zhuo, don't cry, it's okay."

Being held tightly in his big brother's arms, Yuan Zhuo finally felt a sense of security and cried like a child.

But even so, he knew that he loved Qi Ji. If something really happened to him, what would he do?

Thinking of this, he looked at his big brother in fear with tears on his face.

"Brother, will Qi Ji die?"

The fear in his brother's eyes made Yuan Yuan so distressed that he almost couldn't breathe, but how could he dare to make a judgment on matters of life and death? He could only speak with difficulty.

"We believe in the doctor and we believe in Qi Ji."

Yuan Zhuo knew that these were words to comfort him.

He also knew that everyone is equal in front of death.

But he really loves him, can't he really stay in this world for him? He will definitely love him well and make him the happiest person in the world.

So, he can't die.

At this moment, Yuan Zhuo suddenly felt that he didn't hate him anymore, and he turned around and continued to stare at the operating room light.

He thought, as long as Qi Ji was still alive, he would forgive him, and as long as he was still alive, no matter what happened, he would help him solve it.

So, please, live.

He closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly in his heart, having always believed in himself and never asked for help from gods or Buddhas.

As long as Qi Ji was still alive, he was willing to give everything he had.

Yuan Zhuo waited in agony like this, and he didn't know how long it had passed. The light in the operating room, which had been red all the time, finally turned green. He rushed up subconsciously, but stopped halfway.

Qi Ji's lifeless face in the cemetery flashed through his mind. At this moment, he was extremely afraid of hearing the news that he least wanted to hear.

Fortunately, Yuan Yuan, who had seen many storms, was still stable at this moment. He rushed over, held his brother's shoulders to support him, and asked the doctor for him.

"Doctor, how is the patient now?"

The doctor took off his mask and smiled faintly with a tired face.

"The patient is no longer in danger."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Yuan Zhuo burst into tears. He held the doctor's hand with tears and laughter, and thanked him desperately.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, thank you!"

The doctor was very happy to be able to save a patient's life, but he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Hey, fortunately it was not too late to send him here, and the patient's digestion and absorption ability was not very good, otherwise the result would be hard to say."

"As family members, you must also educate the patient well. What a good child, why is he so depressed?"

At this moment, Yuan Zhuo also felt that he must be the luckiest person in the world. Once something really happened to Qi Ji, he really didn't know what he could do, so it was really a blessing.

He thanked the doctor again with great gratitude.

"Thank you so much, doctor! You've worked so hard!"

For doctors who save the dying and the wounded, this is nothing. What they fear most is that they can't save the patient. As long as they can save the patient, everything is worth it.

Thinking about it, he took out a note from his pocket.

"By the way, who among you is Yuan Zhuo? This is the note I found in the patient's clothes."

Yuan Zhuo nodded and stretched out his hand.

"I am."

The doctor stuffed the note into Yuan Zhuo's hand and continued to give advice.

"Although the patient is out of danger now, he may suffer from brain, liver and kidney damage in the future. Our equipment here is simple. If you have the conditions, I suggest you go to the provincial hospital for a thorough examination. The patient will be able to come out in about half an hour."

This is certain. Before coming, Yuan Yuan had already contacted the hospital and private plane in Haicheng, ready to take Qi Ji back to Haicheng for the best treatment.

"Okay, we will go back to Haicheng for treatment. How long will it take for him to be able to move?"

The doctor was also very pleased to see that the family was very responsible and willing to spend money.

"Observe for another two hours. If there are no other problems, you can transfer him to another hospital."

"We understand. Thank you, doctor."

After the situation was explained clearly, the doctor continued to work. Yuan Yuan and his brother continued to wait for Qi Ji to come out.

After a while, he saw his brother holding his arm with shaking hands, and asked him in a hoarse voice with tears.

"Brother, how could Qi Ji have depression? I live with him every day, how could I not notice it?"

All this information was obtained by Yuan Zhuo from the note he had just received. It was a note Qi Ji wrote to the first person who found out he was dead...

[My name is Qi Ji, guardian: Yuan Zhuo, phone number: 187XXXXXXXX, I committed suicide due to depression, it has nothing to do with others, I'm sorry for giving you a shock, I wish you a smooth and happy life.]

Yuan Zhuo held the note tightly, tears falling down in big drops.

So far, he no longer had any hatred towards Qi Ji, he only hated himself for being blind and blind, living with Qi Ji for more than half a year, but he didn't find anything.

Yuan Yuan did not expect that Qi Ji committed suicide because of this. Not only did Qi Ji not show any signs on the surface, but the data he investigated did not show that he had received similar treatment.

But seeing his brother who was in so much pain and self-blame that he could not control himself, Yuan Yuan still chose to encourage him first. He held his brother's shoulders with both hands and said seriously.

"Yuan Zhuo, you are an adult now. You must be strong. Depression can be treated. Qi Ji needs you. If you collapse, what should he do?"

The eldest brother's words pulled Yuan Zhuo out of the endless pain and self-blame a little bit. He stretched out his hand, wiped his tears, and tried to take a deep breath to control his emotions.

"Yes, this can be cured. I need to stay calm. Qi Ji still needs me. I need to stay calm. Qi Ji still needs me..." He

kept muttering to himself to calm himself down until half an hour later, when Qi Ji was pushed out. Yuan Zhuo immediately rushed over.

Looking at his pale face that was almost bloodless, Yuan Zhuo's heart was torn to pieces again. Fortunately, the thin mist on the oxygen mask told him that Qi Ji was still alive, so he could barely maintain his last calm.

During the next two hours of observation, Qi Ji did not wake up. Even though Yuan Yuan persuaded him to take a rest and he helped him watch Qi Ji, he was unwilling to leave Qi Ji and just stared at him without blinking, as if he was afraid that Qi Ji would disappear if he missed a glance.

Two hours later, after they were sure that Qi Ji had no other problems, they prepared to transfer him to another hospital.

Although there were medical staff accompanying the plane, Yuan Zhuo, who had not slept all night and was exhausted, was still unwilling to leave Qi Ji. Sitting beside the bed in the cabin, he stared at him in a daze until the plane landed.

Then, they drove to the best private hospital in Haicheng. As soon as they arrived, the famous doctors who had been on standby immediately began to examine and consult with Qi Ji.

Only then was Yuan Zhuo willing to go to the bathroom in the ward to tidy himself up a little, but afterwards, he did not choose to rest. Instead, he stared with bloodshot eyes and communicated with the best psychologist in the country who had just been invited, together with his eldest brother.

"I don't understand why he suffers from depression?"

Although he couldn't determine it, the psychiatrist who had obtained some of Qi Ji's information speculated.

"From his experience, it should be related to the death of his parents. In layman's terms, he may think that he killed his parents, so he has never been able to get over it all these years, and then developed depression. Of course, this is just my speculation. The specific situation still needs to be confirmed after in-depth communication with the patient."

Parents? Yes, except for this incident, Qi Ji's life can be said to be smooth sailing, but he didn't pay attention to it, and didn't care. He really deserves to die.

Yuan Zhuo hammered the tea table hard with guilt and pain, and only then could he slightly relieve the pain in his heart.

But this action made Yuan Yuan angry and distressed.

"Yuan Zhuo, if you do this again, then don't treat it!"

How can I not treat it! Hearing this, Yuan Zhuo immediately controlled his emotions and continued to ask the doctor.

"But doesn't depression have various manifestations? I have lived with him for more than half a year and have not found anything abnormal."

Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, the psychiatrist patiently answered.

"This situation is indeed rare, but as far as I know, Mr. Qi is an e-sports player, and he has extraordinary willpower and stress resistance. Perhaps those symptoms and negative emotions of depression are suppressed deep in his heart, so that no one can detect them."

That is to say, at many times he didn't know, Qi Ji was actually quietly enduring inhuman torture and pain?

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhuo's already swollen and dry eyes became sore again, but he could hardly shed a tear.

Despite this, as a doctor, he still had to tell the patient's family the truth.

"Such cumulative symptoms may be more serious than continuous outbreaks, so, Mr. Xiao Yuan, you may need to be mentally prepared."

Yuan Zhuo, who had just experienced the shadow of Qi Ji's near death, was in a state of panic. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the doctor, asking with trembling lips.

"What do you mean, could he still do it?"

After a pause, the doctor nodded.

"But this is just my speculation. We have to wait until the patient wakes up and enter an in-depth consultation before we can make the final judgment. Mr. Xiao Yuan, don't be too anxious. As long as the patient is willing to cooperate and the family members accompany him patiently, there is still a great hope of cure."

Of course, sufficient money is also needed. They have no difficulty in this regard, so he doesn't need to say more.

Yuan Zhuo nodded with a hoarse voice.

"Okay, I get it."

As long as there is hope for a cure, he is willing to pay any price as long as he can be cured.

However, he still doesn't understand, is his love for him really not enough to make him stay?

Looking at the doctor, he couldn't help but ask.

"Can't other people's love make him stay?"

The specific situation is still unknown, and the doctor cannot make a judgment. He can only provide Yuan Zhuo with a similar answer based on past experience.

"Love actually has a certain degree of relief effect. If you didn't love each other, maybe he would have gone faster..."

At this moment, Yuan Zhuo was extremely grateful that on the night he won the championship last year, he ran to GF's downstairs just to see him.

He was also grateful that despite his repeated rejections, he did not give up and walked into his world.

He was even more thankful that after they officially got together, he loved him wholeheartedly, otherwise he might have heard the news of his death before he could even get close to him.

When he thought of this possibility, Yuan Zhuo trembled with fear.

But the doctor's next words did not make him feel any better.

"But it is difficult to completely heal by relying on the love of others. Depressed patients will constantly recall the painful moments that made them depressed, which will lead to self-denial, doubt, and then want to end their lives to get away from the pain. Therefore, even if there is other love to compensate, they cannot completely get rid of the pain. Sometimes, the love of others will even become another burden."

The doctor's words made Yuan Zhuo pale again. No, he must save his lover, definitely.

Perhaps because Yuan Zhuo's face was so bad, the famous doctor who was always "cold and ruthless" couldn't help but speak a few words to comfort him.

"Of course, the situation may not be this serious. Everything still depends on diagnosis. As long as the patient is willing to cooperate with the treatment, depression can still be cured, but this does require the joint efforts of the patient and his family, so you also need to adjust your mood and state, Mr. Xiao Yuan."

Of course, what the doctor didn't say was that Qi Ji had given up treatment before, and his willingness for subsequent treatment might be a big problem. Well, let's tell the truth when the official diagnosis is made.

Hearing the doctor's words, Yuan Zhuo wiped his face with shaking hands and spoke to himself.

"Yes, yes, I have to stay calm, Qi Ji still needs me."

As he was speaking, the nurse who had been keeping an eye on Qi Ji in the bedroom for Yuan Zhuo also hurried over and spoke.

"Mr. Xiao Yuan, the patient is awake."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhuo immediately staggered over.

Yuan Yuan, who followed behind him, shook his head helplessly and closed the bedroom door for him.

When he saw Qi Ji on the bed really open his eyes, Yuan Zhuo really felt as if he was in another world.

He stumbled to the bed, knelt on the ground, held Qi Ji's cold hand, and choked with grievance and fear.

"Qi Ji, how can you bear to leave me, how can you bear to leave me?"