Chapter 341: Gaming god, don't be autistic 6

Neuropathic phantom pain, when someone's light touch is felt by the patient, it's like a pain with a sharp cut.
At this time, the doctor who went out heard the movement and hurried in again.
The man on the bed was pale, his eyes swept over Su Yan who also took a step back.
I don't know why, his face flushed with shame, and his body trembled more severely.
Pulling the blanket, ignoring the wound, directly covering himself.
He refuses to talk to anyone at all, and refuses to see anyone.
Ji Xingyu looked at his brother's reaction, then looked at Su Yan with a complex expression.
After that, Su Yan and Ji Xingyu were both invited out.
The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant again, and the little bit of sweetness was also covered up and dissipated.
Ji Xingyu looked at Su Yan and opened his mouth
"you"
The voice fell, but I didn't know what to say.
Su Yan kept his head down, took out pieces of strawberry milk candy and ate them into his mouth.
The house was closed.
"Xingyu"
An old and quite shocking voice sounded.
One with almost gray hair, wearing a tunic, and sitting on the sofa with crutches.
Ji Xingyu looked at the black leather sofa.
Stop talking to Su Yan, and walked towards the old man.
Ji Xingyu walked to the old man and bowed his head
"grandfather"
The old man raised his head and looked at Ji Xingyu.
Then he sighed slowly
"If you have time, come over and accompany your brother."
Ji Xingyu nodded.
"I know, Grandpa."
Listening to Ji Xingyu calling grandpa.
I knew the identity of the old man at once.
Ji Jianguo, now the ruler of the Ji family.
Ji Jianguo had two sons and a daughter. The eldest son died in a car accident ten years ago.
The second son is now in the army, and I heard that he has a high level.
And Ji Xingyu is the second child's child.
The old man looked at the door of the closed room, clutching his cane tightly.
In that eye, the emotions are very complicated.
A little guilt, and a little miss.
Approximately, I want to go in and have a look.
I don't know why, but he didn't take another step.
The old man has been sitting here waiting, and everyone around him has a solemn expression.
After half an hour, the two doctors walked out of the room.
Tao
"It's okay, the situation is pretty optimistic."
The old man listened, his hands trembling.
The voice is older than before
"Is this optimism based on the level of a normal person, or on the basis that he can't die?"
The two doctors looked at each other in silence.
Follow the old man
"Tell me the truth, how serious is his condition?"
Ji Xingyu wanted to interrupt aloud, but the old man was stubborn, this time he would never stop without asking the truth.
One of them sighed, and he stepped forward.
He is the chief psychologist inside and has been treating him for more than ten years.
"Master, Ji Yan himself has autism, severe depression, and concurrent neuropathic phantom pain. This time he committed suicide in the bathroom. Fortunately, he found out in time. Otherwise, according to the extent of the wound, even if he is not dead, he will Become a vegetable."
The psychologist simply stated what had just happened.
Su Yan lowered his head, unpacking the strawberry milk candy wrapper piece by piece, and the soft white toffee, piece by piece into his mouth.
The old man breathed a little bit faster, and someone hurriedly passed the antihypertensive medicine next to him.
The old man waved his hand and refused.