Presumptuous [Entertainment](MTL)

Chapter 57-58

57

When Guan Han came to see Qin Yinong, he was startled by the bandage on her hand.

"I broke a cup and accidentally scratched it while cleaning up the pieces." Qin Yinong waved his hand and wrote lightly.

If Guan Han believed her, she would not be Qin Yinong's thoughtful universal assistant.

What kind of debris can pack up the whole hand?

She passed the shadows in her heart, vaguely remembering a similar scene. A few months ago, Qin Yinong was angry that Tang Ruoyao did not argue, and said something serious to her on the phone. Qin Yinong locked himself in the room, and after a while, he came out with a band-aid inexplicably in his palm.

-Accidentally scratched it.

She also said the same at the time.

A terrible guess emerged from Guan Han. While Qin Yinong was reading in the study, he searched around the trash can in the room. Qin Yinong should have cleared the trash can, but Guan Han did not find the remains of the glass.

But it further confirmed her guess.

Qin Yinong came out of the study, his uninjured hand knocked on the wooden board of the door frame, Guan Han was squatting in front of a trash can, looking inside, startled, and stood up.

Qin Yinong's eyes were slightly blue and black, and his face was exhausted that makeup could not hide, and said lightly: "Help me ask Wang Lin."

Guan Han: "...good."

***

The door of the counseling room was closed tightly, and the soothing fragrance was lit inside.

Her psychiatrist Wang Lin sat on the sofa beside Qin Yinong, with a kind-looking appearance.

She naturally noticed Qin Yinong's unusual hands, and when she said hello, she asked casually: "Injured?" It is common for actors to be injured. Wang Lin didn't know her schedule and thought she was filming now.

Qin Yi nodded his head.

Wang Lin didn't think much.

At this moment, Qin Yinong was facing her, unwrapping the tightly wrapped bandage on her hand circle by circle, revealing shocking cuts on the palm and fingertips. The wound was treated, and the flesh was red with blood.

Wang Lin suddenly thought of something, her face became extremely bad: "This is..."

Qin Yinong nodded affirming her guess.

"I made it myself."

"why?"

"I couldn't hold back." Qin Yinong raised his right hand and pinched his eyebrows, his expression flashed with self-deprecation, "Doctor, do you think I have a tendency to develop mental illness?"

Wang Lin comforted her: "Why? Is there too much mental stress? How is the quality of sleep recently?"

"Times are good and sometimes bad." Qin Yinong said, "I didn't sleep last night and encountered something bad. When he was emotional, he smashed a cup and squeezed it for fun.

She said it lightly, but Wang Lin was shocked.

Modern people are under a lot of mental pressure. Some people knead instant noodles and biscuits, but the self-harming tendency of crushing glass cannot be explained by simple pressure.

Qin Yinong wrapped the bandage again and tied a knot flexibly with one hand.

"Is there any medicine for me to adjust?" Qin Yinong is straightforward, obviously she has a preliminary estimate of her situation and is not optimistic.