Chapter 95

“Main diagnosis:

Complex post-traumatic stress disorder: with moderate dissociative symptoms (derealization, memory distortion), without significant mood disorders (depression, anxiety do not meet diagnostic criteria)

Secondary diagnosis:

Other specific dissociative disorders: Dissociative amnesia, periodic memory gaps; derealization, a sense of unreality of past experiences

Past history:

Acute stress disorder (becoming chronic)

…

The specificity of this case: a high-functioning traumatized individual; dissociative symptoms related to a specific memory system, not a global cognitive impairment

The biological father's violent record has been filed, and there is no need for judicial intervention for the time being."

After the lengthy test, the confusion he'd felt for so long was finally resolved with a few words, and Qu Xing breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't so lost anymore; no matter how chaotic things were, there were still traces to follow.

He suddenly remembered what happened during rehabilitation yesterday.

"Yesterday," Qu Xing said to Chen Qi, "I seemed to lose consciousness for a short period of time."

Chen Qi put down his medical report and looked up: "Fainted?"

"No." Qu Xing shook his head: "I'm in rehabilitation. I don't know what I did. The doctor suddenly taught me not to destroy myself, but I don't know what I did."

Chen Qi asked: "What were you doing before your memory blacked out?"

"Just rehabilitation." Qu Xing said.

Chen Qi: “How did you do it?”

"He held my hand and helped me move. And then..."

Qu Xing suddenly paused.

Chen Qi said gently: "Is this where you started to forget?"

"...He told me to move on my own," Qu Xing said slowly, "I looked at the scar on my hand and then, I didn't know what was going on."

Chen Qi glanced at the scar on his hand and said, "Come to think of it, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized you had a hand injury, because you don't seem to pay much attention to your hand."

Qu Xing was silent.

Chen Qi looked at him and asked softly, "Did the hand injury cause you a big blow?"

Qu Xing slowly shook his head: "No feeling."

"Why can't you feel anything? Logically speaking, you're such a great professional player, so your hands should be very important to you, right?"

Qu Xing: "...Maybe because I know it will be fine?"

Chen Qi asked: "You haven't been worried at all?"

Qu Xing: “…I don’t know.”

Chen Qi sighed lightly and said in a gentle tone that was not too serious: "Xiao Xingxing, you have already had some habitual dissociation."

Qu Xing looked at him silently.

Chen Qi said, "Based on what you've described to me, and what Xiaoyin told me before, I've noticed you have a bit of a dependency disorder. No matter how big or small the matter is, just forget about it, right? Just put it aside for now."

Qu Xing: "It seems so."

Chen Qi nodded: "So it's a bit of dependent dissociation. But it's okay."

Chen Qi said: "It's not your fault. You are sick now, and sometimes this sudden loss of control can happen. During the treatment period, similar situations may occur from time to time due to changes in your condition. But don't be afraid, just follow your current habitual mentality and let nature take its course. Leave the rest to me, and I will take my time."

Qu Xing nodded.

"Can you tell me why you are in such a bad state this time?" Chen Qi asked.

Qu Xing: "Because Ling Yin is going to London to compete, I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

Qu Xing: "I don't know. Ever since I found out my memory was shattered, I've felt like I can't live without him. It's only things related to him and the competitions that I can recall without any effort."

Chen Qi: "It would be better if he stays with you in this situation."

"It's okay." Qu Xing lowered his eyelashes: "I'll be back soon."

"Okay, keep in touch with me during this time, and especially with your boyfriend." Chen Qi said with a smile, "Are you tired from the test today? Go back and rest first. Come back in three days, and then we'll officially start the treatment."

Qu Xing went back and threw himself onto the bed and couldn't wait to video call Ling Yin.

Ling Yin had just arrived and was tidying up in his room when he quickly answered the phone. Seeing his stunning 360-degree beauty appear on the screen, Qu Xing's mood, which had been gloomy all day, suddenly soared, and he shouted repeatedly, "Ling Yin Ling Yin Ling Yin!!!!"

"Yeah." Ling Yin leaned in closer to get a closer look at his condition, and unexpectedly received a kiss from him. The screen went dark for a moment and then lit up again. Seeing his rosy lips move further away, Ling Yin couldn't help but laugh: "Are you kissing the camera or the screen?"

Qu Xing: "Screen, I'm definitely going to kiss your face."

"Oh." Ling Yin slightly curved his eyes: "Go wash your mouth, your phone is so dirty."

"It won't be dirty if I kiss you." Qu Xing jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, and simply washed his face.

The phone was propped aside, and Ling Yin's gentle and magnetic voice came from it: "How are the results of today's examination?"

Qu Xing flipped his hair when he heard that, squinting his eyes and leaning closer to the screen: "You ask me? Aren't you in close contact with your Uncle Chen behind my back?"

Ling Yin didn't feel the slightest bit of shame at being caught, and said frankly, "He didn't tell me today, so he asked me to ask you myself."

"Do you think I will tell you?" Qu Xing laughed.

"Why don't you tell me?" Ling Yin raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything else you can't tell me?"

Qu Xing was cheered up by the special intimacy in his words.

"Whether you tell me or not, I'm still worried." Ling Yin said, "Just tell me."

Qu Xing sighed, raised his phone to his handsome face after lifting his hair, and said, "Complex Traumatic Stress Disorder, moderate dissociation."

“…” Ling Yin looked at his sunny face quietly, feeling as if he was talking about someone else.

"Look at you, you're like this." Qu Xing went back to the bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and stared at him quietly.

After a while, the person on the screen lowered his head slightly, as if wanting to lean towards him. His falling hair obscured the emotions in Ling Yin's eyes, but his mute voice still revealed them. He called softly: "Xingxing..."

"It's okay, brother. It's not that serious. I'm not depressed or anxious. People say my social functions are intact and it doesn't affect anything." Qu Xing leaned closer and comforted him like a child: "It will definitely be cured. You'll be fine."

Ling Yin laughed and raised his head: "Why are you always the first to comfort me at times like this?"

Qu Xing's eyes curved: "It's all the same."

Ling Yin: "Do you have a diagnosis? Let me see it."

Qu Xing took a picture of the form and handed it to him.

Ling Yin quietly looked at the words on the paper. It contained scores from various tests he'd taken, along with a few related descriptions: feeling strange around familiar people, forgetting important personal experiences, the past was like a dream, life is fake.

It may be that he himself expressed his feelings when he was making the diagnosis.

Until now, his understanding of Xingxing's past and mental state came almost entirely from Dun and Chen Qi's speculations. He didn't dare ask further questions, but could only sense what he could from spending time with her—her occasional absent-mindedness, the inexplicable sadness in moments of extreme relaxation, and the occasional blankness in those beautiful eyes.

All of this was a mystery to him, and he always wanted to empathize with the stars, to understand what it felt like. But he could only glimpse a little from the data, imagining how he had done these tests and what he had said to the psychiatrist.

Ling Yin: "Why should I leave you..."

"Ling Yin, you've started it again!" Qu Xing wanted to get into the screen and bite him hard: "Hurry up and train well! I'm here to watch you play. Come back after the game."

"Okay." Ling Yin saved the picture and said honestly, "I will definitely train hard. If you have any problems, you must tell me."

"What could be going on?" Qu Xing said.

Ling Yin comforted him gently: "If you feel uncomfortable or down, tell me."

"Okay, okay." Qu Xing said, "I'll just start a live broadcast all day long, and you can come check on me when you're free."

Ling Yin hesitated for a second and said, "Okay."

Qu Xing: “?”

"Will you broadcast it?" Ling Yin said shamelessly, "Use my account. It will help me make up for the time."

Qu Xing got up, went to the closet, got a set of pajamas, and went into the bathroom. He smiled and said, "I help you make money, and you spend it?"

Ling Yin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it okay?"

"Sure." Qu Xing said generously, "I'll give you my money too."

He agreed, put his phone aside, and began to undress. Ling Yin saw a bare arm flash across the screen, something was dropped, and the camera went black.

"What is that?" Ling Yin's voice came from Qu Xing's clothes.

Qu Xing said calmly, "My clothes."

Ling Yin paused: "You want to take off your clothes?"

"I want to take a shower." Qu Xing's voice became a little farther away from Ling Yin: "You stay here for a while."

After a while of rustling noises, Ling Yin estimated that the person on the other side of the screen had already taken off all their clothes. Qu Xing added, "Don't hang up~"

Ling Yin: “…”

He could even imagine the person standing under the showerhead with a few marks on their thighs, which probably hadn't faded yet. His marks, which usually faded in a day or two, would take his Xingxing three to five days. And there should be a small bruise on the back of that slender waist; he didn't know when he'd bumped into something.

There are also marks of bruises on the ankles, indentations on the calves, teeth marks on the inside of the arms, and kiss marks on the lower abdomen.

Although he knew that some of the spots must have disappeared long ago, and some of them had already disappeared when he checked the next morning, at this moment, everything appeared in front of his eyes with incredible clarity, as if the person was standing in front of him and washing them.

After Qu Xing washed for a while, he suddenly heard a faint sound of water coming from the mobile phone placed aside.

At first, he thought Ling Yin was taking a shower while he was taking a shower, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, he realized that his behavior was a little inappropriate.

Ling Yin is a man who appears calm and elegant on the outside, but is actually full of vigor and awe-inspiring. People always say he's alluring.

“…”

Qu Xing turned off the shower, walked to where his phone was, and lifted the clothes covering it. Nothing could be seen on the screen except the occasional splash of water.

Qu Xing called out, "Ling Yin?"

"Hmm..." Ling Yin said softly, "Call me again."

"..." Qu Xing moved closer and called out slowly, "Ling, Yin."

He straightened up after shouting, smiled ruthlessly and said, "Find a photo of me and play with it yourself. I'm done."

A light laugh came from the phone, and Ling Yin asked, "Do you want to see it?"

"If you don't want to see it, don't call me." Qu Xing said, "I'm hanging up. Come back to me when you're done."

Ling Yin's voice was gentle yet hoarse, and it made people jump with fear: "Yeah."

“…” This person is a vixen.

Qu Xing quickly hung up the video.

When Ling Yin called again, Qu Xing was already lying on the bed waiting to fall asleep. He answered the call in a daze, said good night, and left it alone without even hanging up.

When he woke up the next day and charged his turned-off phone, Qu Xing was a little confused when he saw the five-hour call record.

There are also two messages from Ling Yin.

The first one is his live broadcast account password. The second one is: Remember to live broadcast

Qu Xing felt a little helpless. He understood why Ling Yin hadn't hung up. He probably wanted to be on the phone with him all day and all night. If Ling Yin were taken to the hospital for a test right now, he'd definitely be at least mildly anxious. He thought this was serious anxiety!

He threw a kiss emoticon at her.

——Okay, brother!

So not long after, all the fans and viewers were stunned to see that DL-Wind’s live broadcast room was suddenly opened, and the name of the live broadcast room was [Help the captain to spend time].

I clicked on it and found that it was Dazzling, which has been discussed crazily recently.

The reason for the discussion was that the news of Dazzling's hand injury was spread, and some people found that when DL landed in London, Dazzling was missing and Ten was added.

A group of people who had just been happy for a season were devastated and devastated. And yet, Dazzling was completely lost in thought, completely absorbed in real life and aloof online. They were left utterly bewildered, not even knowing the extent of his hand injury or whether he could continue playing professionally.

They didn't even have time to tease him about how he was using his CP account to live stream, they all rushed in to ask how Qu Xingshou was doing.

Qu Xing didn't show them his hand, but just said cheerfully, "It will be fine, it will be fine."

【So you can use your phone, Dazzling】

What are you planning to broadcast, Daisy?

[Dazzling had previously told fans that she would have a live broadcast opportunity, and she actually did it.]

You're so trustworthy, bro.

"..." Qu Xing glanced at the comments saying that he was trustworthy, smiled embarrassedly, and touched his nose.

I don't remember it at all.

Qu Xing's livestream was also aloof, completely silent. The audience couldn't even see his face, only the images on the screen moving rapidly, accompanied by the sound of rollers. A half-exposed teenager spun around in the mysterious base, skateboarding at high speeds, stopping occasionally to make rustling noises and humming with pleasure, perhaps to some unidentified tune.

[What are you doing, Dazzling? What are you looking for?]

【Hahahahahahahahahahaha】

[Wrong channel, this should be the cat first-person perspective live broadcast channel]

[Damn, this is so cute]

Qu Xing glanced at the comments, not knowing if Ling Yin was reading them, and reported, "Looking for breakfast, feeling very happy."