Chapter 2: 2

{When I look back, you and I are no longer teenagers.}

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Yan Ci was ill with schizophrenia.

At the age of 20, the height of his youth, he decided to spend time at City A’s psychiatric hospital.

“Why is the young master of the Yan Family here? He should be treated at the number one hospital in the capital, right? ”

“What young master of the Yan family? He’s just a bastard son. He was brought in because the son of the main wife was lost. After years of searching, there was no trace of him. Now that the real young master is back, it is natural to… ”

Without further ado, everyone understood the situation.

“An affluent family is really like turbulent waters, fighting openly and secretly. Speaking of Yan Ci, he is indeed sick… ”

The doctor’s office door opened with a bang. A doctor, wearing a pair of dark green glasses, calmly walked in. The doctors and nurses in the office were quiet.

“Be careful with what you say. Pay attention to the medical ethics.” He seemed to be staring at everyone in the room, but his eyes were very indifferent.

“Dr. Luo’s words are correct.” Everyone bowed their heads and continued with their work. Dr. Luo also left. He had his own personal office.

In the psychiatric hospital, the only person who could wear a white coat with an air of being out of the ordinary was Dr Luo. Everyone felt that the description: “a jade-like gentleman on the street has no equal in the world,” could only be used to describe Dr Luo’s aura.

The doctors and nurses at the psychiatric hospital only knew that, two months ago, Dr. Luo worked as a paratrooper who used strong and thunderous methods. In the past two months, six people have been discharged–two of whom were patients suffering from severe depression.

The people were convinced. Since paratroopers were all important and powerful, no one dared provoke the Buddha; instead, they made offerings to him.

In Ward No. 1, Yan Ci was mindlessly swiping through his mobile phone. If someone were beside him at that moment, they would have been amazed to the fact that he was scrolling through the documents.

Since Yan Ci was in good condition, he should not have been hospitalized. However, he still stayed there for various reasons. Since he had a single room equipped with a bathroom, and Internet access, he felt that he was staying in a standard hotel room.
Except for the long stay, it was not much different from his previous business trips.

His “beloved” brother prepared everything thoughtfully. He donated one million dollars to the psychiatric hospital, just so he could stuff him there. He also used another 500,000 dollars to compensate for the medical expenses.

‘Tsk, do I have such a cheap price?’ If he were that stupid Yan Nan, he would have at least used ten million to show off his status. While he was still working for the Yan Group, each of his business deals was worth tens of millions. . Forget it. After all, Yan Nan was a fool, so he couldn’t expect too much. He could slowly teach him.

‘Let Yan Nan know that people are dangerous and that his IQ needs to be rebuilt.’

After Yan Ci completed the matters at hand, he was invited out by the nurse. The sound insulation of the psychiatric hospital was not very good. From time to time, people could be heard crying and wailing.

One of them said the following—

“Don’t come over here. Kneel down if you wish to claim Our royal throne. You all wish to harm Us. ”

Forceful delusions and… a drama play?

Yan Ci thought that Hollywood owed a lot of people in the psychiatric hospital a small, gold statuette.

***

Yan Ci knew he was sick; however, Yan felt that he could still be saved.

The nurse stopped in front of an office and knocked on the door.

“Please come in.”

Yan Ci felt that the voice was not bad; it was clear and gentle, very clean, like the fresh wind in the mountains, and had the potential to be a voice actor.

When Yan Ci saw the person, even though he couldn’t see the doctor’s face clearly because he was wearing a mask, he was stunned for a moment.

If there were immortals in this world, they would surely be like this.

The gentleman standing there was like a jewel.

“Hello, I am your attending physician. My name is Luo.”

“Dr. Luo, hello.” Yan Ci was a little bit confused upon seeing the young man. However, he did not think about his own age.

The man was also in his early twenties. His outstretched hand was handsome enough to be the envy of hand models.

Yan Ci did not like to be touched by others. He hesitantly shook his hand politely, thinking that there were still doctors these days who could shake hands with psychiatric patients in a calm manner.

They quickly let go of their hands. Yan Ci became relaxed. Even though Dr. Luo’s hands were warm, he did not feel comfortable. He remembered that most doctors’ hands were cold, and he hated the touch; however, his own hands were three times colder than Dr. Luo’s.

It was winter.As he saw the air conditioner in the doctor’s office, Yan was thinking about putting heaters in his standard room.

“Can you describe your symptoms in detail?”

After thinking about it for a while, Yan said hatingly, “Hallucinations, sometimes like illusions; I know that they are false, but I still can’t get out. This happens very often, mostly about the sea.Nothing else, other than that.”

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For a moment, Dr. Luo’s eyes darkened. He wrote down the medicine on the patient file, gave a few instructions, and sent Yan Ci back without asking about the cause of his illness.

Yan Ci had never come here with any hope of being cured. He took it as a vacation and went back with the nurse without saying anything else. Even if he was asked again, he would never say that there was always someone in front of him, jumping into the sea.

In the night when the cries and shouts were incessant, someone always called out his name.

It was not a cry for help, but a cry of despair. It seemed that he would die no matter what, and the shout was only a panicked cry before his death.

That night, Yan Ci had a dream. Unfortunately, this time there were only a few people on board the boat. The bodies of the others were floating in the sea, surrounded by sharks, gorging on them. Some of them were still alive, yet they were also buried in the fish’s belly.

Yan Ci had intended to watch from the boat. However, at that moment, his body rushed into the cabin, grabbed the lapel of a boy in white, shook it with all his might, and exclaimed, “Didn’t you say that was the last time? What about now?”

Yan Ci couldn’t see the boy’s face, yet his chest hurt for no reason. He only heard the boy slowly say, “I can’t help it, I’ve broken my promise. One week later, you can go.”

The man smiled in anger, “Okay, okay, from now on, we don’t owe each other anything, and we will never see each other again.”

Then, the dream broke up.

When he woke up, the tear stains were still very obvious. The pain from the dream was the kind where he felt suffocated..

{Had sex first, fell in love later..}

***

It’s mutual destruction; ultimately, forgetting their memories in the Jianghu. This is the trend of tragedies.

This may be an inescapable component of all tragic stories.

Yan Ci dialed the phone intuitively, “Find out what happened to me before I returned to the Yan Family.”

“Boss, did you lose your memory?”

“Hmm?”

On the other end of the line, Liang Chu shuddered, “Yes, Boss.” Liang Chu was tired of having a boss who acted like a domineering president.

While at the orphanage, Yan Ci was puzzled; the director said that he had been sick for half a year. How could a single flu make him bedridden? All those years of eating rice had been wasted.

In addition, he didn’t have any memory of that time. He had investigated it, but he didn’t look too deeply at that time. Now, it seems to be a big deal. If the one crying in the dream was him, who was the boy in white? How long did he stay there before leaving? Was it the so-called “sick” period?

Yan Ci, who was just speculating, didn’t know that he had grasped the situation quite accurately. The telephone rang; no one would have guessed that the ringtone of the cunning businessman Yan Ci was… a nursey rhyme.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star…. ”

Feeling much better, Yan Ci answered it. .

“Sir, I have found Ms. Lin.”

“Protect her secretly, let her wander.”

Then he hung up. Bai Jie felt that Ms. Lin was definitely not Sir’s real aunt. This attitude… meant ‘ as long as nothing was wrong’. In Sir’s eyes, “nothing was wrong” was the same as “as long as no one was dead.”

Bai Jie had been in a mess.If Liang Chu had seen her appearance at that time, she would have told him to stop thinking about it.

Bai Jie: What kind of attitude would be better? If she lacked an arm or a leg, Ms. Lin would surely behave herself and not run around.

‘I think the job would have been less boring.’

Bai Jie used to be an international terrorist. By chance, she met Yan Ci, fought him, lost, and then surrendered. Yan Ci and Bai Jie were not on the same level. In Yan Ci’s eyes, Bai Jie’s frontal attack was not enough.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Ci was also thinking about letting Bai Jie use his aunt to build up some endurance, although it might be counterproductive.

Since Lin Jiuxi was also not a fool, there should not be any major problems.

At that moment, Lin Jiuxi found Bai Jie. “Jie Jie, come quickly, accompany me to go shopping.”

Bai Jie, who thought she was well hidden, knew that it was over.

Never underestimate the shopping power of a woman. When Bai Jie was still a mercenary, there was an assignment with a very high reward. She was short of money, so she accepted it. The assignment was to accompany the client to go shopping in the Southern Third Corner, an extremely dangerous area.

The entire trip was very exciting. There were no surprises, and the danger passed quickly. However, Bai Jie became afraid of shopping.

Yan Ci thought, ‘Ginger was indeed spicier when older’. Bai Jie might have her worldly outlook be subverted.

Bai Jie who had been calculated against: “…Life without love.”

While in his hustle and bustle, Liang Chu, who had originally thought up the idea of using Bai Jie, suddenly remembered his brilliant plan and snickered.

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