Chapter 24 (Part 1)

"On the one hand, his reason is rejecting this matter, and on the other hand, it is because of Xiao Qi's own constitution. Many people who use this medicine will feel disgusted, but in fact, their reason cannot compete with the power of the medicine. , the impact in this regard is limited.”

"And the main reason why Xiao Qi's reaction is so serious is his physique. He is too sensitive. If this kind of aphrodisiac is put on others, it will definitely not be this kind of reaction. Some people may even use it because of the number of times. Excessive drug resistance has resulted in the drug not being able to exert its original aphrodisiac effect. But Xiao Qi's situation is exactly the other extreme."

"Xiaoqi's own constitution is extremely sensitive, and he has been given overdose of drugs for a long time, so that this sensitivity is infinitely amplified, and finally transformed into a kind of pain similar to being injured. This kind of pain is like an anti-addiction mechanism, Once his eroticism crosses the line, an alarm will light up to remind him, pull back his sanity, and keep him in a state of resistance all the time.

"So Er Shao, his... vomiting reaction is not aimed at you, it's just an instinctive self-protection, you can rest assured."

There was a constant voice in my ear, gradually changing from vague to clear. It's just that even though every word was heard clearly at the end, Qi Ji's drowsy thoughts still made it difficult for Qi Ji to understand its meaning.

"More specific drug descriptions have to wait for the test results, but generally it can be qualitative. The efficacy of bs991 is mainly divided into two parts. The first is the effect on the body of the user, which involves epinephrine and sex hormones, etc. Wait, in one sentence, it's aphrodisiac, similar to a common booster."

"The second part, and the most important part, is that the drug will have an impact on the mood and spirit of the user. The impact in this regard is more complicated. According to the composition of the drug, there are currently three that can be identified."

"The first is to amplify desire. This should be an effect in conjunction with hormone aphrodisiac, which reduces the activity of thinking and allows the user to only want to fulfill the most urgent desire."

"The second is the erosion of the neural regions of the brain. It is for this reason that Xiao Qi's optic nerve and object recognition system have been affected, so he failed to recognize who you are, Second Young Master. According to the information found by the pharmaceutical factory Look, this drug effect should be prepared for after the fact, most of the users of the bs series of drugs will not remember who they have done with them after the drug effect disappears."

"Thirdly, be991 also stimulates memory cells in the hippocampus, and works together with hormones in the body, so that the user can firmly remember the erotic response during the medication. It takes time to update memory, and some may even be transformed into long-term memory. . . . This means that even after the drug fails, it must be treated similarly in order for the user to get pleasure."

"This third, it's a little tricky... You know, everyone's strength, style, and preferences are different, and the user will remember all the details of this period. If there is no treatment and correction after that, it will be quite For a long time, he had to rely on the same method to get pleasure."

"If this concept is roughly simplified, for example, it means that if the user has been using his hands to solve the problem during the effect of the drug, he may only be able to do it with his hands later, and the rest will not be able to lift his spirits."

"Well, Er Shao, when you helped Xiao Qi..."

"Shh."

"...?"

For a moment, the surroundings became quiet, but the air was filled with dullness and embarrassment.

But this stiffness was quickly broken.

"He's awake."

The sound got closer and closer, until it was close to my ear. In the end, even if Qi Ji hadn't opened his eyes, he could still feel the shadow cast by the person standing beside him.

Qi Ji woke up from the faint sweet smell of strawberries. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were still blurry, and his eyelids were sore and heavy. He reluctantly rolled his eyes, only to see a warm yellow light, which seemed to be a very warm place.

There was a knock on the door in the distance.

"Brother Mingzhen! Here's a new report... Hey, why is your office so dark, is the light broken? Why is it turning yellow?"

"Shh! Go out and say it..."

A footstep hurried away, and with a very soft sound of closing the door, the voice was cut off, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Qi Ji heard a low-pitched voice from a very close place beside him.

"woke up?"

Qi Ji turned his head with difficulty and slowly, but saw only a vague figure.

He tried to close his eyes, and then opened them again, his vision was still hazy.

"Still can't see clearly?"

The voice asked him patiently.

Qi Ji wanted to respond, and moved his lips only to realize that his voice could not be transmitted.

He seemed to be wearing a mask on his face, the tip of his nose and mouth were covered, and the light strawberry aroma was probably emanating from the mask.

Although he was wearing a mask, Qi Ji's breathing was not hindered. On the contrary, his nose and throat, which should have felt dry and unbearable when he woke up, also had a comfortable moist feeling.

This mask obviously works well. The only impact is probably that the sound is blocked. The already weak voice was even harder to hear.

However, even if Qi Ji's answer failed to come out, the other party seemed to have guessed the result. He slowed down his voice, and his magnetic voice and gentle tone were more reassuring.

"It's okay, it's only temporary. You'll recover when you rest."

Qi Ji blinked, and the sour eyelids became a little heavy again.

He was still full of vigilance at first, but he was a little powerless. Now soothed by this voice, like a tired traveler who finally returned to his bed, he was once again overwhelmed by sleepiness.

"Want something to eat? Are you hungry?"

The voice continued to ask.

Qi Ji wanted to shake his head, but he was too tired to complete such a simple action, so he closed his eyes slowly and groggyly.

"Want to continue sleeping?"

Um.

Qi Ji answered silently.

Tiredness swept over. Before falling asleep, he thought, this sound is very nice, don't know if it can be recorded, and it would be good to use it as a background sound for inspiration in the future.

But before Qi Ji could figure out the identity of the other party, the consciousness of Chaos slowly sank with him.

Before falling asleep, he also heard the other party's last words.

"Go to sleep, have a good dream."

Xu Shi really answered this deep blessing, and Qi Ji slept really well. Although there are no good dreams, high-quality sleep is better for the repair of the body. Qi Ji slept on and off for a long time, and even the pain all over his body eased a lot.

It's just that there are still some things that can't be solved with sleep after all.

When he woke up again, Qi Ji was still in a dim environment. In fact, he briefly woke up several times in the middle, and once noticed that he had changed places, but maybe he slept deeply, or maybe the road was not bumpy, and he didn't feel any discomfort because of it.

When woke up this time, there was still that nice voice beside me, but in addition there were a lot of messy noises. Someone was talking, a machine was ringing, and a voice was asking Qi Ji how he was feeling.

At first, Qi Ji answered patiently, but later his eyes became dizzy and headache, and he struggled to speak, so he was too lazy to speak. Only when the one and only one particular bass was talking to him would he answer.

After that, there were trivial voices for a long time, so long that Qi Ji didn't even know how many times he fell asleep. There were shadowy figures all around, and they were full of swaying figures. They didn't have any murderous aura that would threaten people, so Qi Ji didn't pay attention to them.

He had been fed some cool liquids and had needles pierced in his arms. Every time he didn't want to cooperate, that special male voice would ring by his side, coaxing him with a very patient voice. Qi Ji finally reluctantly gave up the resistance.

After a few days, Qi Ji was awake longer than he was in a coma, and there was a voice in his ear asking him what he wanted and what he wanted to do. Qi Ji thought for a while and said that he wanted paper and a pen.

When the answer was blurted out, even if Qi Ji's senses were sluggish at this time, he clearly noticed the strange silence around him.

Presumably those who asked him did not expect such an answer.

But this is indeed Qi Ji's answer after careful consideration. What made him happy was that it didn't take long for a pen and paper to actually appear beside him.

With these things, Qi Ji finally found something he could do in his awake time, instead of just waiting for that special bass sound, spending most of his energy talking to the other party.

Painting is obviously more suitable for Qi Ji in this state than other things. It takes no effort and can divert attention. Qi Ji has been painting for nearly fifteen years, and the brush is the look of his fingers. For Qi Ji, painting when he is uncomfortable has become a way of solving his problems.

This habit was formed a long time ago.

Qi Ji learned painting from his father. Dad Qi was a painter when he was young. He had long hair that was fashionable in those days, he wore large-frame glasses with golden frames, and he had a bookish air. He was a very typical literary youth at that time.

But today, there are still many painters struggling to support themselves, let alone more than 20 years ago. So Qi's father put away the pen and easel, and together with Qi Ji's mother, who was also a teacher, went to sea to do business.

At that time, traveling far away from home was still far away in the true physical sense. Coupled with economic reasons, it is difficult for the two to go back and forth every year. Qi Ji was only one year old at the time. He was left in his hometown and was raised by his grandmother at first. When his grandmother died a few years later, Qi Ji was sent to his aunt's house.

Qi's father and Qi's mother were both teachers in the local school, and they were serious iron rice bowls. Going to the sea to do business at the time seemed to be a sign of unrighteousness and lack of honesty. As soon as they left, their long tongues were chewed on the other Qi family members who were left behind.

Qi Ji was the first to bear the brunt, and his parents were away, so his classmates in the school ganged up and bullied him a lot. He was born thin, but he was never willing to be bullied. He often fought with classmates who deliberately harassed him, and often came back with injuries.

His keen observation in boxing later had something to do with the fact that he always had more than one enemy at that time.

But for children, fighting is by no means a sign of being obedient and sensible. Qi Ji's aunt and uncle were very dissatisfied with Qi's father and Qi's mother leaving the family to go out to do business. Seeing that Qi Ji was injured every day, they felt that he was always causing trouble and disliked him very much.

It was a rare reunion during the Chinese New Year. When the Qi family's parents came back, my aunt complained to Qi's father, saying that Qi Ji was ignorant, always fought with classmates, and was scolded by the teacher every day.

When she said these words, Qi Ji was beside her. Some people's point of view is that scolding children should be scolded face to face. Qi Ji wanted to explain, but Auntie kept waving her arms and talking so much that she didn't give him a chance to interject at all.

At the end of the talk, my aunt didn't allow Qi Ji to talk too much, and only asked him to reflect on how he could be worthy of his parents' painstaking upbringing.

That meal was a rare reunion dinner in Qi Ji's memory. When he returned to his home in the evening, Qi Ji had just entered the room when his father came in with him.

He thought he would be scolded, but when facing his father, he had already thought of an explanation, but suddenly he couldn't open his mouth, his lips could not be opened as if they were stuck, and his chest was so pressed that he couldn't breathe.

Qi Ji felt wronged and deeply guilty.

But unexpectedly, Dad didn't scold him.

Dad didn't blame him. Instead, he took out the paintbrush he had used before and sat at the table to teach young Qiji how to draw. He told Qi Ji that painting can cultivate one's self-cultivation and also gain happiness.

Qi Ji still doesn't understand the meaning of words like self-cultivation, he just likes to be with his parents who haven't seen each other for a long time. Drawing can keep him with his dad for a long time, so he likes to draw.

The reunion time is always short. After the new year, the parents left home again, but the brush was left behind and continued to be held in the hands of Xiao Qiji.

Since then, painting has occupied the most time in Qi Ji's childhood, and it has also laid a solid foundation for him to teach himself design in the future.

At this time, even though Qi Ji was not feeling very well, painting was enough to support him, and it was just enough to relieve the drowsiness and boredom of the past few days.