With a bang, Song Xiang was pressed against the door and her neck was strangled.
She didn't expect that Xu Shuyan had such great strength. Even if she struggled with her hands and feet, she couldn't break the restraints around her neck.
"Help...help..."
A small sound came out, but no one could hear it.
Xu Shuyan's pupils dilated, she exerted all her strength on her hands, and repeated: "Steal my Xiangxiang things, you go to hell!"
"Mother……"
"What's going on? Where are the people inside?"
"Miss Song?"
The nurse knocked on the door outside. Song Xiang seized the opportunity and kicked the door with her heels.
"Someone come quickly!"
There were footsteps outside, and after a while, the door was forced open from the outside.
Song Xiang's eyesight turned dark, and she felt a light touch on her neck, and someone pulled Xu Shuyan away.
Her body fell into the familiar embrace, and his calls were heard in her ears. She reluctantly opened her eyes and gasped for air.
Yan Han picked her up and quickly left the room.
There was a scream behind him, which could make one's eardrums burst.
Xu Shuyan's eyes were all in her mind, and her whole body felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.
The doctor checked her and she was in a state of emptiness the whole time, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses.
"It's just a pinch wound on the neck, but the other problems are not serious."
Song Xiang leaned against Yan Han, swallowed, and sat up straight.
"Why does my mother seem to treat me as an enemy?"
Xu Shuyan's attending doctor walked in with a solemn expression. He must have just come from Xu Shuyan's place.
"Ms. Song, are you having any issues with your mother?"
Song Xiang was stunned, as if he had heard some joke, "Festival?"
"Schizophrenia, the state of such patients when they are ill, is mostly not based on nihilistic fantasies. Many of them are based on the accumulation of daily emotions. If you have had a little conflict at ordinary times, this emotion will be further amplified during her illness.
That led to the behavior just now.”
Song Xiang didn't even think about it, "Impossible, my mother only has one child, how could she have negative emotions towards me."
The doctor was silent, looked at Yan Han's eyes, and raised his hand, "Of course, this is just my guess. There may be other factors."
Song Xiang was very tired. Thinking of Xu Shuyan's appearance just now, the hairs started to grow on her back.
Following Yan Han out, she tried to ask, "What does your grandfather mean?"
"He didn't do anything. He just had your mother sent to the imperial capital."
Yan Han frowned, obviously doubtful about the old man's move.
It stands to reason that the conditions in the imperial capital are better than those in Tianjin. The old man even went to great lengths to mobilize a medical team, which is completely a good attitude.
But Song Xiang understood that this was impossible. She had poured hot water on Yan Zhenzhen a few days ago. It would be nice if Yan Zhenting didn't cause trouble for her. How could he help her with kindness?
"Go back and rest first. I'll be there for you in everything."
The hand was held, and the warmth came from the palm.
Song Xiang felt a little calmer and followed Yan Han outside. When he passed the corner, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Xu Shuyan's ward.
Yan Han sent her back to the villa and did not go to the company in the afternoon.
Song Xiang was lying on the bed, thinking about Xu Shuyan, and occasionally heard the sound of Yan Han calling on the phone outside.
He was in charge of a company as big as Yan's, but lately he was always delaying business because of her affairs. She couldn't even count the number of times.