Pain shot through her buttocks and legs. Lin Qiong, held captive, stared at the man with terrified eyes, her lips trembling so much she couldn't utter a word.

"Didn't you stand up?! Didn't you stand up?!"

The man's neck and forehead veins bulged with rage. He grabbed Lin Qiong's collar and shook her violently. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his terrifying, beast-like roar ceased, and his dark eyes fixed on Lin Qiong.

look.

Lin Qiong trembled slightly at the stare.

Fu Xingyun stared at him. "You're lying too, aren't you?"

Lin Qiong shook her head in fright, "Xingyun."

"You lied too!" Fu Xingyun's breathing quickened, like a monster crouching in a dark cave issuing a warning, "You all lied!"

"No..." Lin Qiong tried to pry Fu Xingyun's hand off, but his hand was trembling on the floor, as if it had no bones and he couldn't lift it up.

“None of you are hoping for things to get better; you just want to wait to die…”

Lin Qiong swallowed hard. "Xingyun, if you weren't so... scared..."

However, the man, with bloodshot eyes, seemed completely unmoved by any words, yet his words still sent chills down one's spine: "Are you also laughing at me, laughing at me for being a cripple?!"

"You look down on me too?!"

"You're just like them!!!"

Fear gripped her heart, but a sense of injustice and grievance also welled up within her. Lin Qiong gritted her teeth and raised her hand to pry the man's hand away. "Fu Xingyun, you fucking have no conscience!"

"What do you mean by 'just like them'?!" Lin Qiong's eyes widened in anger. "What did I do wrong that made you do this?!"

Lin Qiong was also a little provoked, and her breathing became disordered. When she couldn't pry the man's hand off, she suddenly punched him.

The man instinctively raised his hand to cover his forehead. Lin Qiong, though angry, didn't run away. Instead, she imitated the man's actions and grabbed his collar.

It can be said that fortunes change.

"You bastard!" Lin Qiong nearly ground her teeth to powder as she grabbed the person. "You fed all the food I made to the dogs!"

Fu Xingyun yelled at the man, "Get out!"

Lin Qiong pinched Fu Xingyun's chest hard. "You think you can just get lost like that? Don't you have any shame?!"

Then, to confirm the feel, I pinched it again, and wow! It's quite soft.

"You think you're so great at yelling, huh!" Lin Qiong felt increasingly aggrieved. "I do your laundry and cook for you all day, I even wash your underwear, and you still yell at me!"

"Do you think you're so great because you have so much money?"

Fu Xingyun was stunned by the shouting.

Lin Qiong angrily retorted, "It's pretty awesome! But what's the use of being awesome if you don't spend your own money? You still have to rely on others!"

"..."

The man glared at him through gritted teeth.

Lin Qiong spoke up, "You're not convinced?"

Fu Xingyun clenched his fists tightly. Lin Qiong noticed something was wrong and quickly got up. The next moment, the man swung his fist and slammed it on the ground.

One sound after another, so intense it made one's heart tremble.

When the man saw that the person had left, he tried to get up to pull them away, but because he couldn't move his lower body, he could only rely on his upper body to support himself and crawl forward on his legs.

Twisted, terrified, and disheveled, they crawled on the ground like insects.

Lin Qiong was deeply pained by this scene.

Finally realizing that Fu Xingyun was having mental problems, she rushed forward to hug him without thinking twice.

As soon as the other party approached, Fu Xingyun gripped them tightly like a drowning person grabbing a rope, crying out, "You're all lying, you're all lying..."

Lin Qiong felt a pang of pain in her heart and took out her phone to call the family doctor that Ji Yao had recommended.

The call was connected.

Lin Qiong: "Doctor!"

Doctor: "Is your dog acting up again?"

"..." Lin Qiong: "He's having an attack. Can you come as soon as possible?"

"What illness?"

Lin Qiong couldn't come up right away, so she had no choice but to follow the book's explanation of "madness".

After making the call to the doctor, Lin Qiong held the person tightly, restraining their arm to prevent them from starting to smash things again if they got upset.

When the doctor rushed over, he saw Lin Qiong struggling to open the door while carrying someone.

The doctor was momentarily surprised, "This is..."

Lin Qiong: "A deep bond between father and son."

"..."

The doctor observed Fu Xingyun's condition and then took out the needle.

Lin Qiong was startled

Wow! That's thick.

Then she hurriedly covered Fu Xingyun's eyes, "What are you doing?!"

Doctor: "Give us a sedative injection first."

Lin Qiong looked at the person in her arms and felt extremely uncomfortable. "Is there any other way?"

"Methods of reasoning".

Lin Qiong: "Compare?"

"Knock him out."

"..." Lin Qiong swallowed hard. "It still requires an injection."

Looking at the thick needle, Lin Qiong said, "If you're not gentle, he'll look like a piece of seaweed."

doctor:?

"It's fragile."

"..."

Sure enough, the person who was fiercely resisting immediately quieted down after the needle was inserted.

Lin Qiong felt a pang of pity, but she and the doctor worked together to get Fu Xingyun back to his room.

The doctor examined the man and then asked, "Was there anything wrong with him before?"

Lin Qiong shook her head. "No."

What medication is he taking?

"I'm not sure." He doesn't usually go into Fu Xingyun's room, so he doesn't know if the other person is taking the medication.

Although it was a violation of privacy, Lin Qiong had no choice but to search the room because the person's condition was unstable. She then found a few bottles of medicine on the sink shelf.

"Here are a few bottles."

The doctor took the medicine, glanced at it, and then asked with a serious expression, "Do you know what this medicine is for?"

Seeing the other person's grave expression, Lin Qiong realized it must be a serious illness, and then cautiously asked, "Constipation?"

"..." The doctor took a deep breath, "Mania."

Lin Qiong was shocked; it turned out that Fu Xingyun's madness in the book was bipolar disorder.

The doctor looked at the medicine bottle and said, "The symptoms are mostly characterized by uncontrollable heightened emotions."

He glanced at Lin Qiong and asked, "What did he just do?"

Lin Qiong pouted, "He yelled."

"What about returning it?"

"He shouted loudly!"

"..." The doctor changed the question, "And in terms of behavior?"

"He started yelling."

The doctor was forced to be humble, saying, "You're pitiful."

“Who isn’t?” Lin Qiong continued, “He was in a bad mood just now, and he even pounded the ground and talked nonsense.”

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lin Qiong shook her head, unwilling to say more.

The doctor asked again, and the person raised a finger, saying, "I asked, it's unlucky to be here in the middle of the night."

"..."

"If you don't know his situation, do you have his therapist's phone number?"

Lin Qiong thought for a moment, "I can ask."

He then took out his phone and called Fu Xingyun's secretary.

"yes."

"Mr. Lin...is there...something... wrong?"

Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "Why is your screen choppy?"

Secretary: "I was... exiled... as a special envoy by the boss."

"..."

The word "exile" is used very cleverly.

"Xingyun is having a manic episode. Do you have his psychiatrist's phone number?"

The secretary was somewhat surprised. "Yes, I'll send it to you now."

After receiving the number, Lin Qiong quickly dialed it, knowing the other party would arrive soon.

Sure enough, the psychologist arrived in less than fifteen minutes.

Lin Qiong ran downstairs to open the door, "Thank you so much, doctor, for coming all this way in the middle of the night."

"It's no trouble at all," the psychologist waved his hand. "There's nothing that money can't solve."

Lin Qiong raised his small antenna and instantly received brainwaves, "A fellow traveler?"

The psychologist was taken aback. "You're an active young person too?!"

"Everything is about money."

The two suddenly felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

Once upstairs, the doctor, who had been waiting inside, immediately frowned upon seeing who it was. "What, it's you?"

The psychologist was also somewhat surprised, "Why not?"

Lin Qiong popped her head out, "Could it be that the two know each other?"

The psychologist said, "They were just college roommates." They just didn't get along very well.

"Mainly treats psychology."

Doctor: "All."

"..."

The psychologist then stopped arguing with the others and began to observe Fu Xingyun's condition.

Then, glancing sideways at Lin Qiong, he asked, "Did he hit you?"

Lin Qiong shook her head. "No."

Then, in alarm, he asked, "Can people with mania attack others?"

"Normally not."

Why do you ask that?

"Because you look like you've been a victim of domestic violence."

"..."

Lin Qiong went to wash her hands and looked in the mirror.

Ha! Where did this little white flower come from?

It doesn't resemble it at all.

The psychologist glanced at Fu Xingyun's medicine bottle. He had already taken most of the medication. His condition had improved considerably during his last follow-up visit, but this outburst was due to the increased pent-up emotions and stress.

The psychologist looked at Lin Qiong and said, "Has he been through something recently? He seems to be under a lot of pressure. It's best not to put any more pressure on him right now."

Lin Qiong lowered her head. "But it's because I kept nagging him to stand up that he acted like this."

The psychologist asked, "Did he try it when you were with him?"

“.

"He shouldn't be too resistant. Besides that, there must be some external stimulation. He should continue taking his medication as usual. He can have an EEG done when he wakes up tomorrow."

The psychologist then patted Lin Qiong on the shoulder and said, "You don't need to take it to heart. It's not easy for you to be with him. You must be optimistic, otherwise you won't be able to keep going."

He spoke earnestly, saying, "After all, even the most devoted sons can grow weary of caring for a chronically ill parent." Furthermore, the two were not blood relatives and could divorce at any time.

Lin Qiong readily admitted, "But he's his father."

"..."

Lin Qiong looked at Fu Xingyun, who had already fallen asleep, and pulled the psychologist aside, "Do you have a good nurse to recommend?"

"Doing laundry and cooking?"

"Rehabilitation training."

The psychologist thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but Mr. Fu is generally very resistant to accepting outsiders. We've mentioned it to him before, but he refused."

Lin Qiong said "Oh".

The psychologist then looked at Lin Qiong with some surprise, "How did you get Mr. Fu to accept you?"

Lin Qiong whispered in someone's ear, "You know nothing about power."

"..."

Lin Qiong took out her phone. "Can you give me the nurse's contact information?"

The psychologist started looking for the phone.

"several?"

"How many?"

The psychologist glanced at him.

Lin Qiong patted her pocket. "Money."

"I'd like to have more options."

“You don’t need to explain,” the psychologist said. “Your money is yours, and everything is right.”

"..."

She then took out her phone to send him contact information, and didn't forget to remind him, "Although we've hired a nurse, we also need to soothe Mr. Fu's emotions and not put too much pressure on him, because the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

Lin Qiong nodded. "I know."

The psychologist patted him on the shoulder. "Actually, I admire you quite a bit. I didn't expect you to marry Mr. Fu. Generally, partners complement each other, otherwise it's hard to go the distance together."

Lin Qiong smiled and said, "Actually, you two complement each other quite well."

Then he glanced at Fu Xingyun and for a moment it seemed just like love.

Psychologist: "He's lost his mind, are you patient with him?"

He spends his money.

"..."