Chapter 90 Those Medicines Are Sweet

117 was so frightened by his calm madness that he let out a sharp explosion the moment he came to his senses.

"Oh my, it's bleeding!"

"Host, don't just stand there. Go bandage your wound!"

A circle of light appeared at Lovey's fingertips, gently lifted the back of his injured hand, and turned into a fluorescent silk thread to lead him out of the bathroom.

It led the way while muttering: "It's true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is anxious, and this system is dying of anxiety!"

When Lovey was half pushed and half pulled by it to the door of the room, it suddenly withdrew its hand and walked away from the closed door calmly.

117 was startled and was about to say something, but the next moment he saw his host casually walk to the sofa and sit down leisurely.

He nonchalantly pulled a piece of toilet paper from the side, lowered his eyes and slowly wiped the blood stains on his fingertips. His blue hair covered half of his face as he lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

"Su Qiyan committed suicide." He threw the bloody toilet paper into the trash can, leaned back on the sofa, and spoke lazily, "Then why hasn't his illness disappeared yet?"

He said casually: "Now that he is gone, his illness should disappear with him..."

117 did not dare to say anything casually. Anyone who saw it could understand that the aura around Luo Wei was very depressing. There was no smile in his smiling eyes. It was already very good that he could be friendly to Xie Yuchen downstairs last night.

Thinking of this, its train of thought froze, and it looked with complicated eyes at its host, who was lying on the sofa with a violent look on his face.

Could it be that he let Xie Yuchen go because he felt his own unstable emotions?

Don’t want to make the other person worry or don’t want to show your bad side in front of the other person?

Luo Wei suddenly broke the silence in the room and said, "I remember now."

In this tense atmosphere, 117 subconsciously asked, "What did you remember?"

"I remember that I lived for a while as Su Qiyan."

"Every time I finally suppress my negative emotions but they come back easily, Xie Yuchen always appears."

When he said this, his eyes were filled with persistent gloom: "But I didn't take any medicine, so I'm not sick."

"There were times when I couldn't hold on, so I received a lot of medicine."

117 didn't care about anything else. Seeing that his unbandaged wound was bleeding again, he gritted his teeth and flew forward to heal his wound with his limited energy.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep and it was healing slowly and visibly.

117 felt extremely painful, and looked at the host who was deeply in sadness with resentment, and complained aggrievedly: "I have given you all my energy, you must give me double in the future!"

Lovey slowly opened the unopened bag of candy next to him, took out a piece of candy and put it into his mouth.

"Those medicines are sweet." Lovey curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and the sweet strawberry taste spread in his mouth.

"Just like now, it's addictive."

As he said this, 117 could clearly sense that the manic aura around his body was dissipating, and his breathing was gradually becoming calm and steady.

It took two glances at the bag of candies and thought in wonder, this is really a good medicine.

It circled around the bag of candy: "Try some more."

Luo Wei said with sadness: "I might really be sick."

117 choked and was speechless for a moment. It said righteously: "Don't complain without any reason. See a doctor before making a final judgment."

There was a hint of confusion in Luo Wei's eyes. So was he sick or not?

"You are not sick." The doctor in front of him held the test report and analyzed it to Lovey sitting opposite him.

"You don't have any somatic symptoms at the moment, but it's strange that the written test results show that your mood changes a lot, and you often have big ups and downs, which is consistent with the symptoms of bipolar disorder."

"Pay attention to regulating your mood in life. Being in close contact with people with bipolar disorder for a long time will also have a certain impact on your mental health."

Luo Wei walked out of the hospital absent-mindedly holding the report, stuffed the freshly-made report into the trash can, and asked the system solemnly: "When can you restore all my memories?"

The system crashed for a moment, and said helplessly: "Don't be greedy, you still owe me energy!"

Luo Wei curled his lips, feeling extremely regretful: "I should have known not to let you heal my wounds."

The system complained mercilessly: "Who told you to commit suicide? Now that you have returned to normal, you know you regret it!"

Luo Wei bit his lip, feeling inexplicably irritated: "It's not normal."

"Su Qiyan's illness has a great impact on me. I always think of the scene when he was ill, which disturbs me and I need to take medicine like him to calm down."

The system was horrified: "You can't take it! There's nothing wrong with your body, but you'll become addicted if you take that medicine!"

"You can detect my current condition because you are not restricted by this world, but human technology cannot detect my problem. The 001 system has fixed the bug about me and Su Qiyan. My illness is illogical in this world."

The system pondered for a moment: "Is it possible that you were not sick in the first place?"

Sadness filled his eyes: "But my illness has become a habit."

Half a year is enough to form a habit. Lowe has been suppressing the somatic symptoms of bipolar disorder in private for a long time. However, he did not have the opportunity to leave the training camp to see a doctor at that time. He just thought it was a repeated change of mood and suppressed it with great effort.

During many sleepless nights, Lowe would drag his depressed body out of bed to practice dancing and force himself through the depression.

But the depressive period passed, and was followed by a manic episode.

Every day when his sexual desire was hyperactive, he wanted to get close to Xie Yuchen. At first he didn't know why, but now he understood.

He likes Xie Yuchen.

The soul existing in Su Qiyan's sick body had already gotten along well with each other, but Lowe thought that was a blasphemy against God.

At the very least he wants to love Xie Yuchen with his body.

But after returning to his body, he was reluctant to leave. The confident little sun would also feel retreat and fear when his heart was moved.

So what if he forgets? When they meet again, he will still fall in love with each other again.

He pretended very well. When he was Su Qiyan, no one knew that he was sick, and when he was Luo Wei, no one knew that he loved Xie Yuchen.

He hid it from everyone except himself.

Mixed in with the countless fans expressing their love, the passionate love in his eyes became intense and restrained.

Over the years, he has only had Xie Yuchen in his eyes, and it has never changed.

Lovey leaned against the wall beside him, the pain of his scalp bursting penetrated deeply into his bones and was about to tear his body apart.

The system sighed softly and used the last bit of its remaining energy to relieve his pain: "Don't think about it. You'll soon forget about it again when 001 comes to fix the bug."

"You were able to remember those things before because my magic power is not bound by this world, but the things you force yourself to remember can be erased at any time."

He was so painful that his face turned pale. When he recovered and let go of the wall, he stood there and said incoherently: "I want to go back to school."

The system almost doubted its own ears: "Ah, school?"

A hint of smile finally flashed across Luo Wei's eyes: "Yes, Lemon City University."

Who is at Lemon City University?

117 stayed in Lovi's mind, dangling its short legs and flipping through a small notebook that was smaller than its small aperture. The notebook finally stopped on a page.

It saw the answer.

Oh, Xie Yuchen is here.