Chapter 642

In the early morning, Xia Beiqing wakes up from his sleep. Subconsciously, he reaches out to the side and touches the cold sheets and empty quilt. He opens his eyes and finds that Shen Zhiyu is no longer there.

The sound of dishes and chopsticks sounded outside the room.

Xia Bei leaned his arms and stood up. He just wanted to ring the bell at the head of the bed, but he stopped. After thinking for a while, he drew his hand back, stretched his body, pulled the wheelchair to the bedside, and then moved himself up bit by bit.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhiyu was cooking porridge. Suddenly he heard the sound of opening the door. He turned his head and saw Xia Beiqing coming out of the room in a wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put down his spoon, walked over, squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing, put his hand on his knee, and said, "why don't you ring the bell and get up by yourself?"

Xia Beiqing points to the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu said with a smile, "I'm cooking porridge. It should be ready. Wait a minute."

Shen Zhiyu got up and went into the kitchen, scooped a bowl, then went back to Xia Beiqing again and asked, "do you want to eat by yourself?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

So Shen Zhiyu handed the bowl to Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing took it and put a spoon into his mouth. The hot porridge slipped through his throat. In a moment, he stopped. The spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a bang, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Shen Zhi was shocked: "what's the matter with the North tilt? Isn't porridge good? "

As if frightened, Xia Beiqing suddenly overturned the bowl in his hand, smashed it on the ground and broke it into pieces. All the porridge in it was spilled out.

Shen Zhiyu found something wrong: "incline to the North..."

Xia Bei tilted his neck, opened his mouth, and covered his throat with his hands tightly. He struggled in the wheelchair. His expression was extremely painful, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He looked like he was suffering from something.

Shen Zhiyu quickly pressed Xia Beiqing: "what's the matter? Is it a sore throat? North! It's all right. Calm down first. "

Xia Beiqing seems to be afraid of other people's touch. He tries his best to push Shen Zhiyu away. He shrinks back and shakes his wheelchair left and right, almost toppling over.

His whole body spasm, like who is dead hold head, plate open mouth, but he is painful to cover his neck, struggling with his own resistance, the whole person lost his mind, into a kind of madness.

Shen Zhiyu doesn't know what to do. He calls he Jiayi in a hurry for fear of his injury. He happens to be in Shuo country. He doesn't know the situation, so he rushes to Shen Zhiyu's apartment.

When he saw Xia Beijiao in his wheelchair, he was shocked and didn't know what had happened.

"He... He's Xia Beiqing? What happened to him? "

Shen Zhiyu had no time to explain. His eyes were red and he almost begged: "Jiayi, please have a look at him..."

He Jiayi came forward and held the crazy Xia Beiqing down. Then she directly picked him up, went into the room, threw him on the bed, took out the tranquilizer from the medical box and gave him an injection.

With the onset of the drug, Xia Beiqing on the bed slowly stopped struggling, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Finally, he couldn't hold on, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Shen Zhiyu immediately put Xia Beiqing's head right and pulled up the quilt to cover it for him.

He Jiayi gasped, sweating, looked at the pale Shen Zhiyu and asked, "what's going on?"

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and held Xia Beiqing's hand tightly, telling he Jiayi all the causes and consequences of the incident.