Chapter 44 Doctor

"Ah!" Ruan Yi cried out in terror.

The study door was pulled open with a loud bang.

Ruan Ying's bloodshot eyes were fixed on her daughter, whose face had turned pale with fright.

"Xiao Yi! Who let you out?! You can't come out! Go back and behave!"

Her voice was so sharp it was almost shrill.

Ruan Yi instinctively backed away in fear until a pair of strong arms pulled her into a protective embrace.

Seeing her daughter's frightened expression, Ruan Ying reacted even more intensely, rushing forward to grab her shoulders.

Ruan Yi closed her eyes tremblingly, but the painful sensation did not come as expected.

As the needle pierced precisely into Ruan Ying's neck, her restless figure suddenly froze, all sounds stuck in her throat, and she fell silent.

The man skillfully supported Ruan Ying's weak body and settled her on the sofa.

Ruan Yi slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. Her mother's out-of-control state had disappeared. In front of her was a tall figure with white hair, who must be the doctor that Fu Jingchen had called.

The man wearing a medical mask turned around.

His face was mostly covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of gray-blue eyes. The man's eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and his brow bones were so high they were almost sharp.

The man's pupils trembled violently, and the sound of him swallowing, even through his mask, was clearly audible as his Adam's apple bobbed. His hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists.

He stared intently at Ruan Yi's pale and pitiful face, which was trembling with fear.

Ruan Yi noticed the other person's gaze, her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, and she suddenly felt a strong sense of discomfort, even a little short of breath.

Ruan Yi looked at the man carefully and determined that she could not recall ever seeing him before.

A warm touch came from her cheek, and a pair of large hands gently turned her head back to face.

"Sister, don't look at others, look at me," Gu Zhi complained, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

Before she could even speak to comfort her brother, she was interrupted by a decisive question.

"What's the current situation with President Ruan?" Fu Jingchen asked the white-haired man.

The man finally looked away from Ruan Yi.

"Currently, it appears to be an acute bipolar disorder combined with anxiety neurosis."

His voice was indifferent and deep, with an unexpectedly pleasant tone.

"There should be a strong stressor before it gets out of control. If a mental illness occurs without a cause, a blood test should be done, as the possibility of incorrect medication cannot be ruled out."

Listening to the back-and-forth conversation between the two, Ruan Yi roughly understood that this doctor was definitely not Fu Jingchen's subordinate.

The tone of their conversation was more like that of familiar friends.

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired man suddenly looked at Ruan Yi, his eyes filled with an unreadable undercurrent.

"Are you the patient's daughter?"

Ruan Yi immediately snapped out of her thoughts and quickly responded.

"Yes, I am her daughter."

"If it's convenient, could you leave your contact information? Patients can contact me for subsequent blood tests and medical consultations."

As he spoke, the man took out his phone and handed it to Ruan Yi.

Ruan Yi took the phone, but paused for a moment when she saw the screen.

The screen interface is not the familiar dial pad, but the add friend page of a chat software.

Do doctors now communicate with patients via WeChat?

Ruan Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then entered her number, searched for the account, and pressed the send button.

The girl, so engrossed in her phone screen, didn't notice that the atmosphere around her seemed a bit strange.

The two men beside her, one with his brows furrowed deeply, the other with his jaw pressed tightly against Ruan Yi's, seemed to lower the surrounding air pressure considerably.

"Let the patient rest. If the illness recurs before the examination, take this medicine as a temporary sedative. Contact me if there are any issues."

The man tapped the medicine box with his long, slender fingers, then handed the prescription to Ruan Yi with swift and professional movements.

Even though the other person's tone was normal and their manners were proper, for some reason, when their eyes were fixed on her...

It felt very strange, and the accidental touch of her fingertips when she handed over the phone made Ruan Yi feel uncomfortable.

She probably judged people by their appearance, thinking that only the old director with a receding hairline could be considered professional.

But the other party clearly didn't mean anything by it.

Ruan Yi and Gu Zhi gently settled Ruan Ying back into bed. When they tucked her in, Ruan Ying looked serene, showing no trace of her earlier loss of control.

It's already an open secret that my mother was drugged.

Does this mean the plot has been changed?

Although the specific cause is unclear, the deterioration of her mother's condition was detected in advance.

If you seek medical attention now, the extreme deterioration of your condition will no longer occur. Things are changing, everything is changing!

Ruan Yi's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and the fears and worries that had been suppressed for so long by the world's design finally burst forth at this moment.

Ruan Yi nestled into Gu Zhi's arms, her cheek pressed tightly against his chest, her voice trembling with joyful sobs.

"Ah Zhi, Mom will get better, everything will be alright, right?"

Gu Zhi froze, then wrapped his long arms around her slender waist, his palms touching the girl's soft skin.

His fingertips gently stroked the soft, wispy hair at the back of her neck, sliding from behind her ear to her sensitive earlobe, the movement as gentle as if soothing a frightened little animal.

He lowered his head, his deep voice revealing a barely perceptible hoarseness.

"Yes, it will happen as long as my sister wants it."

In a villa in a remote suburb.

The man's leather shoes tapped on the marble steps, each step echoing in the empty basement.

Her silvery-white hair gleamed with a metallic sheen under the basement lights.

Huge anatomical diagrams hung on the basement walls, and countless glass display cases were arranged around the perimeter. The pungent smell of formaldehyde permeated the air.

The deformed fetuses, mutated organs, and limb specimens, immersed in a transparent liquid, gleamed under blue light.

The man's fingertips traced across the phone screen, a sickly smile curving his lips.

Just by looking at the messages the girl sent in the chat box, you could imagine her sweet voice and adorable appearance.

"Hello doctor, I'm the daughter of the patient from earlier. You can call me Ruan Yi."

The man lightly touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, a low chuckle escaping his throat, his gray-blue eyes swirling with an almost eerie fervor.

He had seen countless exquisite faces, cold and beautiful, delicate and fragile, but they were all like faded specimens, tasteless and soulless.

"Until I saw her."

She possesses an allure more captivating than the most perfect neural specimen on the dissection table.

"Found it..."

Her taste is unlike anyone else's.

The man stared at his phone screen, his eyes gleaming with an extremely dangerous, primal lust in the dim light.

The photos of the girl in my WeChat Moments can be zoomed in infinitely at my fingertips.

The madness surging in his pupils almost overwhelmed his reason.

"My muse, my work of art."

"It was destined that it would become the most perfect and flawless work under my scalpel."

This was the first time he had reacted.

"So this is what it feels like, it hurts when it gets hard."