Chapter 132 You should be honest with your friends


    The office was in chaos.


    Dean Qu was still crying, but was so scared that he was so scared that he was dry when Qin Huai pushed the door open. He was so busy that he wanted to put gloves on Qu Jing. I just picked up the gloves and felt that it was imperative to roll off my sleeves.


    As soon as he was anxious and exerted too much force, Dean Qu pressed the gauze on Qu Jing''s hand, and Qu Jing''s hand shrank in pain. Dean Qu was so scared that he quickly let go.


    After one operation, Dean Qu finally held the half-knitted colorful wool gloves in his hand, and stood forward, trying to block Qu Jing behind him.


    They and Dean Qu were in a hurry to do this and that. Sometimes I wanted to grow 8 hands, sometimes I wanted to grow 2.2 meters tall and weigh 280. I could block Qu Jing tightly behind him like a wall, but Qu Jing didn''t react.


    The moment Qin Huai came in, she subconsciously shrank her hands behind her and found that Qin Huai''s gaze had fallen on her body and could not cover it at all. She accepted her fate and lowered her head and put her hands back.


    Qin Huai has shown his best acting skills in his life.


    Qin Huai pretended to be really coming in to find Dean Qu to mistakenly enter. He was a little shocked at first, but he was so concealed that he did not show too surprised expression. He looked at Qu Jing''s arm, then quickly moved away his gaze, pretending that nothing had happened, calmly waiting for Dean Qu to finish the previous set and slowly spoke.


    "Director Qu, our materials are ready. I''ll wait for the children to come and make buns together. I''ll come to find you and get the documents."


    Every word Qin Huai said was delayed for a long time, which sounded like a careful speech after careful consideration.


    Seeing that Qin Huai was willing to pretend to be stupid, Dean Qu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qu Jing with some concern. After hesitating for a few seconds, as if he had made up some determination.


    "I''ll call the children, and I''ll give you the documents when Xiao Qin leaves, so as not to get the document bag dirty."


    "Jingjing... please help me greet Xiao Qin, go... go... pour him a cup of tea... No, yes... yes, I''ll call someone, please help him greet."


    Then Dean Qu left.


    The wind blew under my feet and I walked away without looking back, as if I was afraid that I would not be able to leave the office for a second.


    There are only two people left in the office, Qu Jing and Qin Huai.


    Qin Huai knows that it is time to test favorability.


    He believed that Qu Jing had not eaten jiangmi rice cake, jujube paste yam cake, and tangerine peel tea during this period, and he did not talk about the gluttons with the old man.


    Qu Jing didn''t say anything or cover her arms. The two of them stood quietly in the office, the air was silent, and the silence was as quiet as death.


    "Will you come to the cafeteria tomorrow?" Qin Huai asked, "I make jiangmi rice cakes filled with jujube mud and yam, but you may have to come later. When I go back to make rice cakes, tomorrow''s rice cakes will probably not be eaten until eight or nine o''clock in the morning."


    "And I''m most likely not going to get up tomorrow morning and I''ll go to work later."


    Qu Jing looked up and wanted to see if Qin Huai pretended to be calm and changed the topic, it was really easy. She looked at Qin Huai''s expression, looked at it for a full minute or two, and asked with her lips trembling:


    "Don''t you find it scary?"


    "It''s quite scary." Qin Huai nodded.


    Qu Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief and bit her lip, making her originally bloodless lips even more pale.


    “I don’t have ultraviolet allergies at all.”


    Qin Huai said: "I can guess it, and I have guessed it a long time ago."


    Qu Jing poured Qin Huai a glass of water, signaled Qin Huai to sit down, slowly took off the gloves of his other hand, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his skin.


    The hands are also covered with scars, and new injuries are stacked with old injuries.


    "I''ve been like this since I was very young," Qu Jing said. "I don''t remember exactly what day it was. I just remember that I didn''t get the full mark in math exam in elementary school. I was very angry, very sad, and very hate myself."


    "I don''t know why I was so sad. That night, I didn''t sleep, so I secretly ran to the kitchen, cut a very deep hole in my arm with a knife, and blood flowed all over the floor."


    "When I realized what I had done, I had already shed a lot of blood. While I was wiping the floor and dripping blood on my hands, I knew I couldn''t hide it, so I went to find Dean Qu."


    "She took me to a small clinic and bandaged the wound and bought me candy to make me happy, but it was useless. Since then, when I didn''t have the best exam results, couldn''t write it out when I was doing my homework, or felt that I couldn''t learn it while I was studying, I would think of the feeling of the knife stabbing into my arm that day."


    "It hurts very much, but the pain makes me awake, make me happy, and calm me." "I started to get out of control. I couldn''t control myself. Many times I felt that I was unconscious when I was holding the knife, so I began to realize what I did, and when I was already covered in blood."


    "At the beginning, Dean Qu took me to a small clinic, but later she didn''t dare to take me to the clinic. She bought a medical box to learn bandage."


    "She didn''t understand what mental illness is. She thought I was bullied at school. She bought me candy, cakes, dolls, and new clothes. She knitted a lot of gloves for me and bought a lot of long sleeves to help me cover the wounds on my body. She called the teacher to tell the teacher that I couldn''t bask in the sun and didn''t have to take physical education classes."


    "But I was still seen. Once when I was over get out of class, I didn''t wear my gloves and my classmates saw the scar on my hand, which scared him. The teacher knew that I was abused in the welfare home, so I called the police."


    "I was already in junior high school at that time. The police told Dean Qu that I might have psychological problems, and Dean Qu took me to see a psychologist."


    "Is it useful?" Qin Huai asked.


    Qu Jing shook her head: "I have prescribed medicine and I take a lot of medicine every day, but I still can''t control myself."


    "I don''t know why, but I can''t explain it clearly. When I was in junior high school, my classmates said I was a monster, and I transferred to school later."


    Qu Jing looked at the scar on her hand: "I''m very happy that Qin Huai you... you care so much about me with Sister Hong and Mr. Luo, and are willing to be friends with me. My emotions have been very stable during this period and I haven''t been self-harm for a long time."


    “I thought I was ready.”


    "But a few days ago, I saw a patient with Alzheimer''s disease in the outpatient clinic. His condition was already very serious. His granddaughter was obviously in college, but in his memory, his granddaughter was still a junior high school student. Every afternoon, he called his son and asked him to pick up his granddaughter from school."


    "He was not treated in our hospital before, but his son thought the patient was too annoyed and went to my outpatient clinic. He asked me if there was any way to make his father better."


    “I can do nothing.”


    "I was very irritable after going back that night. I couldn''t read a word when I looked at the papers and documents on the computer. I hated my incompetence, my uselessness, and I hated that I was obviously focusing on this direction, but I couldn''t cure any patient and could only control the development of the disease."


    "When I started to feel a little more comfortable, my arms became like this again."


    Qu Jing looked at Qin Huai: "Maybe my classmate is right, I am just a monster."


    Qin Huai could only remain silent, he didn''t know what to say.


    What can he say? He knew that the reason Qu Jing did this might be because of her obsession.


    She couldn''t remember the reason why she had forgotten this before, but her body and consciousness, or as a monster''s instinct to save herself, reminded her in this way to let her save herself.


    But as Chen Huihong said, the authorities are confused, and even if he says so, Qu Jing will not believe it.


    Qin Huai picked up the gloves on the table and handed them to Qu Jing.


    "Go to Baobaozi. The children in the welfare home should be working, so we two can''t be lazy."


    Qu Jing squeezed out a smile: "Thank you."


    "Will you tell Sister Hong and Mr. Luo?" Qu Jing asked.


    "Do you want me to tell them?" Qin Huai asked back.


    Qu Jing thought for a while and nodded: "Tell me, Mr. Luo is so smart, you can''t deceive him by lying in front of him."


    "And if Mom Qu knew that my friends didn''t mind knowing that my secret, she would be a little happier."


    "She has been very self-blame over the years, thinking that she didn''t take me to see a psychologist at the first time, which delayed me, so I became what I am now."


    "The person I am most sorry for is her. I don''t want to make her sad."


    Qu Jing put on gloves, lowered her sleeves, put on a mask, and resumed her previous dress.


    "Let''s go and make buns."


    (This chapter ends)