Chapter 370 Almost Broken
Finally I remembered that the person who begged others to accept him as a younger brother was himself.
Gu Feihan came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, have you ever seen the engine room of a large ship when it is in motion?"
"I understand this, steel frame, steel shaft, steel cable..." Kuang Jiaming said hurriedly.
The Kuang family had a shipyard, where he went to play when he was a child.
However, his family repeatedly warned him not to go to the engine room at the bottom of the ship, so he sneaked in to see it.
No matter how wealthy a boy's life is, he cannot resist the temptation of the loud creaking noise caused by the turning of machinery.
"Why are you saying this suddenly?" He came to his senses and asked Gu Feihan.
"When the ship is moving, you must not touch the gear shaft, otherwise you will be rolled into it and crushed into small strips of meat. Oh, no, there will be no meat left."
Every word is dripping with blood.
Kuang Jiaming's handsome face turned pale and he couldn't help but shiver.
After scaring him, Gu Feihan didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. With a nasty smile on his lips, he walked away without looking back.
Oscar and Lu Sinian patted him on the shoulders respectively, with a look that expressed their condolences.
Kuang Jiaming looked at Su Xiaoli weakly, his eyes full of aggrievedness, like a puppy waiting for some encouragement from his owner.
The battle against Lin Er really started, and Su Xiaoli felt much better.
At this moment, her eyes were shining, and she smiled back from the bottom of her heart.
"Cousin, don't panic. It's just... let's be honest. The ship is about to sail. Do you want to stay in the luxurious lounge and lie down and don't move?"
He stabbed him again without any mercy.
This knife accurately hit Kuang Jiaming's heart!
All I can say is, if you live in the world, you’re bound to get hurt.
A few days later, Lin Manrong received an invitation from Mr. Lu. It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. Her face stiffened and her legs went weak.
Mr. Lu wants to invite Grandpa to have tea? The time of the invitation is too strange. Why send an invitation when it can be done with a phone call? What does the old man of the Lu family mean? Did they find out anything?
That's impossible. Logically speaking, she was quite secretive in her "borrowing a knife to kill someone". There's no reason to trace it back to her.
If they had found any clues about her, the Lu family would have taken action as early as when they were in the capital.
The Lu family has ways to deal with both the black and white worlds, so why wait until now?
Lin Manrong didn't want to go to the appointment with Mr. Lin at all, and she didn't want to go either.
But if I don't go, doesn't it mean that I have something to hide?
She picked up the wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip directly from the bottle mouth.
The liquor slid down my throat into my stomach.
After experiencing the spicy taste, Lin Manrong picked up the phone tremblingly.
Looking around and seeing no one in the room, she dialed a phone number.
It took the other party a long time to pick up the call.
"It's me. How's the old man?"
"Second Miss, the master is still the same as always, refusing to eat or drink, but he didn't get angry today, nor did he make a fuss about going out."
"Keep an eye on him, don't let him starve to death. In the future, some documents will need his signature to take effect."
"Yes, don't worry."
Just as Lin Manrong was about to put down the phone, a hurried voice rang out from the other end, "Second Miss! My family, they..."
"I told you it's okay, so why are you asking so many times? I'll release them once I finish my company's business. Why are you in such a hurry?!" Lin Manrong hung up the phone angrily.
She looked very unhappy.
It seems that I have to go to the appointment in person. The Lu family hasn't made any move yet, so I don't think they will do anything to me just because they are "drinking tea"? Lin Manrong picked up the wine bottle and took a sip directly into her mouth.
Here, Su Xiaoli had just finished chatting with Zheng Bo about the latest information about the Lin family.
After seeing Zheng Bo off, she pushed her wheelchair to the window and looked at the sea in the distance.
In the days since she woke up, whenever she closed her eyes or saw the sea, the memory of that night came flooding back like a tide, and she had nowhere to escape.
That night, there were thousands of waves and tens of thousands of blood and tears.
During the day, Su Xiaoli is still like a normal person, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of life and endless work, occupied by plans of revenge, and too busy to even raise her head.
It was just that Gu Feihan occasionally mentioned that her eyes sometimes had a bit more "murderous intent" than before, and the two of them laughed and moved on.
It was completely different at night. Su Xiaoli had nightmares almost every night.
I struggled desperately in the dream, trying to escape the control of the dream.
I woke up feeling cold all over, with beads of cold sweat and tears.
The difference between day and night, between opening eyes and closing eyes was so great that she felt almost torn apart.
The dream is mixed with deadly fear and struggle, as well as something that is completely unspeakable... the sense of security and vitality given by another person.
Even the look that made her feel ashamed, which she thought she had long forgotten, would flash back from time to time.
Su Xiaoli shook her head, not daring to think about it too much.
That was a feeling that frightened her more than the dark sea.
She was confused, embarrassed and frightened.
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Boom, boom, boom, boom, it felt like a train was passing through my head.
With her medical knowledge, she guessed that it was most likely PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
However, unlike the personal dangers she had encountered in the past, this PTSD seemed to be a little too severe, making her too shocked and panicked when she woke up.
A few days ago, she went to her own bookstore, under the pretext of killing time.
I read several books about traumatic events, but unfortunately, there are no specific discussions or treatment plans for PTSD in books of this era.
There are a lot of treatments for mental illness or love affair.
This time, the book, instead of addressing her underlying problem, completely extinguished her desire to heal herself.
But such a dream and such a fear must not be known to Gu Feihan.
Su Xiaoli suspected that she needed professional psychological counseling.
Her family members care about her so much that they keep a close eye on her every moment.
After much thought, she found Oscar.
At present, this friend is the only one who is easy to talk to. She finally coaxed Oscar and helped her secretly contact a psychologist.
The reason is that I want to find a professional to chat with and relax, and at the same time ask a doctor how to relieve the nervous tension caused by the high intensity of work.
This was half true and half false, but Oscar had no doubts.
Oscar wanted to persuade her to call a doctor to come home, but he thought it would be a good idea to take her out for a walk to relax.
After all, Li had been stuck in the hospital and at home for so long. Since she woke up, she had only been working when she went out and had no time to relax. She didn't have any other friends in Hong Kong Island.
“Although Dr. Zhang is not Lu’s doctor, he has a very good reputation in the medical community and is said to be first-rate,” Oscar said.
Su Xiaoli nodded slightly.
When she arrived at the psychiatrist's door, she was a little reluctant to go in.
Oscar, who was pushing her wheelchair, was confused, "What's wrong?"
Su Xiaoli shook her head.
Now that you are here, make the most of it.
She knocked on the door and went in, and Oscar stayed outside waiting for her.
Dr. Zhang's clinic is decorated in a simple yet warm style, and he looks gentle, polite and professional.
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) refers to a delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths involving oneself or others, or being threatened with death. The incidence of PTSD varies, and women are more likely to develop PTSD than men. The four typical symptoms are: repeated experience of traumatic events - flashbacks; avoidance of stimuli related to the traumatic event, or emotional numbness; changes in mood and cognition; and increased alertness.
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