Early morning, hospital ward corridor.

Song Yecheng stood sideways with his back against the wall, his eyes still a little unnaturally red, staring quietly at the curtain hanging in the visiting window of the ward opposite and the figure of the doctor that appeared and disappeared behind the curtain.

This hospital was invested by Song Sheng in his early years. It was originally a "private delivery room" prepared to provide the pregnant Qiu Mingyue with an undisturbed delivery environment. After Song Yecheng was born, it was no longer open to the public. Over the years, it has only received a very small number of celebrities or high-ranking officials, and privacy has always been guaranteed.

After Jiang Que fell into a coma tonight, Song Yecheng immediately contacted the hospital to send him here. After a series of examinations and assessments, although it was confirmed that his life was not in danger, he still insisted on arranging him in this well-equipped intensive care unit.

During these few hours, Jiang Que actually woke up more than once, but each time he woke up for a very short time and his consciousness was extremely confused, so that the director on duty came repeatedly, but could only repeatedly come to the conclusion that "still needs observation."

At this moment, the curtain in the ward moved slightly. Seeing the chief physician in a white coat walking towards the door, Song Yecheng immediately stood up and greeted him.

"How is it?" Song Yecheng asked.

The old director's surname was Chen, and he was nearly sixty years old. He closed the door behind him, pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose, and said calmly, "Judging from all the signs, he's actually fine, but..."

Seeing that he seemed to be hesitant to speak, Song Yecheng said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Director Chen nodded, his brow furrowed slightly with worry. He said seriously, "Normally, people tend to experience panic attacks, dullness, or other stress reactions after experiencing strong stimulation. But judging by his behavior the last few times he's woken up, his condition may be more complicated."

Song Yecheng was confused as he continued to explain, "In short, based on my many years of experience, his current symptoms don't seem like a temporary, sudden stress reaction, but more like a...long-term potential mental health problem."

Song Yecheng was surprised: "Mental state?"

Director Chen nodded, but didn't overdo his words. "But I'm not an expert in this area, so my judgment might not be accurate. To be on the safe side, once he's a little more lucid, it's best to take him to a specialist hospital for an examination."

Specialized hospital.

Psychiatric specialist.

This hospital does not have a dedicated psychiatry department, only the more common neurology and psychological counseling departments, so according to the old doctor, it is probably impossible to make a more detailed judgment here.

These words stirred up quite a stir in Song Yecheng's heart, but he maintained his composure on the surface and nodded, "Okay, I understand, thank you."

"Also," Director Chen continued, "the few times he's woken up and seen you, his mood has become noticeably more volatile. So I think it's best for me to arrange for the nurses to take turns accompanying him. You shouldn't go in for the time being. Wait until the situation stabilizes."

Song Yecheng was stunned. Although he still wanted to be there to watch over him personally, he had to consider Jiang Que's reaction. After a moment of hesitation, he could only nod reluctantly: "...Okay."

Director Chen didn't say anything more. He just said, "I'll arrange for a nurse to come over," and then went back to the office.

Song Yecheng stood there thinking for a while, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

"Hello?" Zuo Jianqing on the opposite side was obviously woken up from his deep sleep, and there was a sense of laziness in his voice.

"Are you at home?" Song Yecheng asked.

"Nonsense," Zuo Jianqing said disdainfully, "Why aren't you home at night and out catching ghosts?"

Song Yecheng originally wanted to confirm whether he was on a business trip, but he didn't have the energy to explain at the moment, so he said directly: "Something happened here, can you come over?"

An hour later, at the hospital duty office.

Zuo Jianqing sat at his desk, listening to Song Yecheng's description of the situation with a serious expression.

This duty office was originally prepared for the doctor on duty, but tonight Director Chen was the only one on duty in the inpatient department, and he had his own office, so this room was left empty.

Originally, according to Song Yecheng's idea, he didn't want to reveal the private affairs between him and Jiang Que to anyone, but now it was related to Jiang Que's illness after all, so he couldn't avoid talking about it. He had to pick out the key points and reconstruct what happened in the evening.

After listening to this, Zuo Jianqing frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly asked doubtfully, "Have you ever considered that... the person in the video might be his twin brother or something?"

In fact, if this had not happened to Jiang Que, he would not have tried to find other possibilities at all. But because he knew Song Yecheng's feelings for Jiang Que, he racked his brains to find excuses for Jiang Que from Song Yecheng's perspective, and thus found such a possibility that was almost a bit bizarre.

"Of course I've thought about it," Song Yecheng said unhappily, "Do I need you to tell me that? I've even thought about using a disguise, but it's really not realistic."

The message Tang Yao received was sent via Jiang Que's WeChat, and He Jingsheng also contacted Jiang Que by phone that day before driving to his house to pick him up and send him to the airport.

If the other person is really just someone who looks like Jiang Que, then he not only has to disguise himself as Jiang Que, but also has to be able to use his phone and even live in his house.

If all of these can be achieved, then this matter is not suspense at all, but fantasy.

Zuo Jianqing actually understood that even he could think of the possibility, Song Yecheng must have suspected it long ago, so he did not continue to dwell on this issue. After pondering for a moment, he analyzed: "Then, according to this, the cause of the disease is very clear. - He directed and acted out that prophecy online article himself. Now that the truth is out, he can't face it for a while, so he is upset?"

This seemed to him to be the most logical answer. However, after hearing it, Song Yecheng did not agree with it. Instead, he lowered his eyes and frowned, as if he had some objection.

"Brother, can you just say whatever you want to say?" Zuo Jianqing urged.

Song Yecheng glanced at him, but quickly straightened his expression and said seriously: "You may think that I am wishful thinking or preconceived, but... I really don't think he would lie to me about this, and his surprise tonight is definitely not fake."

Zuo Jianqing was a little confused by this statement, because it sounded completely contradictory to his previous conclusion. It took him a long time to finally sort out the logic behind it. He asked uncertainly, "You mean... you think the person in the video is indeed him, but he is indeed unaware of it?"

Song Yecheng nodded.

Ever since he saw the video last night, he'd been in a state of extreme conflict. The root of this conflict was that he didn't believe Jiang Que was responsible, yet he couldn't find a reasonable explanation to disprove the evidence. It wasn't until Director Chen mentioned the phrase "mental condition" that he finally began to think.

"Do you think this is possible?" Song Yecheng asked.

Zuo Jianqing blinked, obviously a little caught off guard by this idea, but fortunately he has always been a person with a strong ability to accept things, and he immediately thought about it in this direction.

After a moment, he suddenly frowned, his expression becoming more serious. "If that's the case, then I have to ask a question: Has he done anything strange or said anything strange in the past few months?"

Song Yecheng didn't rush to answer, but asked: "What is considered strange?"

Zuo Jianqing said, "For example, sleepwalking, forgetfulness, inconsistencies in words and actions, or... saying something that goes beyond common sense and is incomprehensible?"

Beyond common sense.

As soon as these words came out, Song Yecheng's expression changed slightly, because an answer had already emerged in his mind:

Rebirth.

Jiang Que had not mentioned his story of rebirth to Zuo Jianqing in his previous narration. Firstly, it was because he felt that it had little to do with what happened tonight. Secondly, it was because he knew that for someone like Zuo Jianqing who regarded materialism as the ultimate truth, such a fantasy did not even need to be analyzed and would be directly judged as a lie.

However, the subtle change in his expression had already caught Zuo Jianqing's attention, making him feel helpless and amused. "Hey, I say, it's come to this now, why don't you stop hiding it? If you're so reluctant to see a doctor for him, why did you ask me to come? Why don't you diagnose him yourself?"

This was indeed true. The reason why Song Yecheng called him over was because he was an expert in mental health. And since he wanted him to make an accurate diagnosis of Jiang Que, he should of course provide all the clues he could.

Song Yecheng stared at him for a long time, and finally rationality prevailed, and he compromised: "Actually, he once gave me an explanation as to why he was able to write those prophecies."

Since he had decided to tell the truth, Song Yecheng no longer held back. He recalled in detail the calendar in Jiang Que's suitcase, the countdown bracelet on his wrist, his fear of the Eternal Spring Water, and the two rebirth experiences he had mentioned on that stormy night, and repeated them almost word for word.

Zuo Jianqing had originally just been listening attentively, nodding thoughtfully from time to time. However, when he heard the details of the two rebirth experiences, he suddenly frowned and asked, "Wait?"

Song Yecheng paused, then he repeated hesitantly, "Highway accident...billboard?"

Before Song Yecheng could react, Zuo Jianqing had already turned his suspicious gaze to the side, pulled the computer keyboard and mouse from the table next to him, clicked on the search engine page, typed a few words in the search box, and hit enter.

The search results popped up quickly. Zuo Jianqing dragged the mouse and clicked on a link among the titles. After taking a closer look, he turned the screen to Song Yecheng with a strange look on his face.

Song Yecheng looked at it intently, confused, and found that it was actually a news item from two years ago.

November 14th Major Traffic Accident on Suhuai Expressway

The details below are:

On November 14, 2018, a serious traffic accident occurred on the Suhuai Expressway. A giant billboard at the fork in the expressway suddenly collapsed, causing a chain reaction of multiple vehicles rear-end collisions, resulting in multiple casualties.

Seeing this, Song Yecheng already had a sense of foreboding, and as he scrolled the mouse, a photo of the accident scene came into view -

The highway was in a mess. A huge billboard collapsed in front of the messy car accident scene, and printed on the billboard was a poster of him endorsing Everspring Water!

In an instant, Song Yecheng's mind was a little confused. He was stunned for several seconds before he finally thought of something. He quickly moved the mouse back to the search interface, deleted the content in the search box, and re-entered a few keywords:

1114, bus, traffic accident

After hitting enter, the search results immediately jumped out. Song Yecheng immediately clicked on the first link, only to see the same news:

On November 14, 2019, a traffic accident occurred in the urban area of ​​Sucheng City. A middle-aged woman named Ye suddenly rushed towards a normally traveling bus and was hit and killed on the spot.

In the on-site photos attached below, the advertisement for his Everspring Water is also printed on the bus!

Song Yecheng's pupils contracted sharply, and then a thought flashed through his mind very quickly.

A middle-aged woman named Ye.

This surname is obviously not uncommon, but at this moment it gave Song Yecheng a strong intuition.

He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call, asking his friend in the traffic police department to help retrieve the list of victims of the two accidents.

After a short wait, the list was sent to his phone in the form of an image. When he clicked on it and saw the names of the two deceased, his blood froze.

Jiang Di, Ye Ying!