Chapter 11 Severe Depression
"Zhenzhen, don't pull me, I have to go back and give Shen Jingsi a piece of my mind."
Lu Zhenyu, who had been walking ahead, didn't let go, but her voice and hand were trembling uncontrollably.
"Manman, don't look back, keep moving forward, I can't hold on much longer."
Feng Manman, who was about to fight back, paused and turned to look at Lu Zhenyu.
Only then did I realize that her face wasn't white anymore; it was almost ashen.
"What's wrong, Zhenzhen? Are you feeling unwell?"
Could it be that he was angered by that bastard Shen Jingsi just now?
At this moment, Lu Zhenyu was barely hanging on by a thread. She relied on clenching her fists and digging her nails into her flesh to keep herself awake while desperately dragging Feng Manman towards the outside of the Shen residence.
But her eyes were already brimming with tears, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and her pearly teeth bit her lips until they were pale.
The stubborn girl thought that even if she died today, she would not die in the Shen family.
It certainly wouldn't be in front of Shen Jingsi.
She didn't want to love this man anymore, not even for a moment.
Holding their breath, the two sisters went outside the compound.
Almost the instant she stepped out the door, Lu Zhenyu's vision went black, and her body fell as lightly as a feather.
"Zhenzhen!"
Feng Manman, who was already in the driver's seat, was so frightened that she rushed out of the car and stumbled over.
Lu Zhenyu, whose body was limp, had already lost consciousness.
"Zhenzhen, wake up!"
"Zhenzhen, don't scare me!"
Feng Manman tried several times with trembling hands and feet, but she couldn't lift the person up.
She had no choice but to scream at the top of her lungs, "Shen Jinchuan! Come out here right now!"
Inside the villa, Shen Jinchuan, who was about to speak to persuade Shen Jingsi, stopped talking after hearing the shout, and then listened attentively...
"Shen Jinchuan! Zhenzhen has fainted! What do we do?! Come quick!"
The next second, the one who rushed out before him was Shen Jingsi, who was filled with rage.
The crowd arrived in a grand procession, and Shen Jingsi was shocked when he saw Lu Zhenyu unconscious in Feng Manman's arms!
He strode over, his knees almost sliding down to his knees as he knelt in front of the two of them, "Lu Zhenyu!"
He pulled her from Feng Manman's arms, "What happened to her?"
"How was I supposed to know? I fainted as soon as I stepped outside."
Shen Jingsi patted the face in his arms, and when his fingers touched the skin, his rear end shuddered.
It was barely human body temperature, and there was no sign of breathing. He panicked.
"Lu Zhenyu, wake up!"
When Shen Jinchuan caught up, he saw two living people kneeling in front of the unconscious woman. He stopped and turned to the driver's seat without hesitation.
"Brother, Manman, take Zhenzhen to the hospital first!"
"Yes, take her to the hospital, take her to the hospital."
Shen Jingsi suddenly realized what was happening, picked up the person, stood up, and stumbled into the back of the car.
That was the first time Shen Jinchuan had ever seen his usually decisive and ruthless elder brother lose his composure and become completely flustered and helpless.
When Shen Jingsi got up, he was too abrupt, and his injured leg lost its balance and wobbled. He wiped the ground with one hand, causing it to bleed, but he managed to protect Lu Zhenyu in his arms.
I stumbled into the car, not feeling anything from the bumps and bruises, and held the person tightly in my arms the whole way.
He ignored Feng Manman's crying and cursing, focusing all his attention on Lu Zhenyu.
The Rolls-Royce Wraith disappeared from sight around a sharp bend.
Standing in the center of the courtyard, Duan Xi'er repeatedly recalled the scene of Jing Si carrying Lu Zhenyu away, her hands clenched tightly under her sleeves.
Lu Zhenyu, in just five years, you've really become more and more skilled.
It's so fragile, why didn't it just die out there?
You're a piece of trash, Zheng Yaozong! You're a complete waste!
Her gaze fell on the figure in front of her, and suppressing her anger, she regained her usual obedient demeanor and stepped forward to embrace her terrified mother.
Duan Xi'er gently comforted her, "Don't worry about Aunt Chen, maybe Sister Zhenzhen just has low blood sugar or something, don't be nervous."
No, it's not.
Chen Jie had some guesses in her heart, but she couldn't say them in front of Duan Xi'er, so she just kept muttering these two sentences to herself.
At that moment, she felt a pang of regret.
Perhaps we shouldn't have taken that child back from the airport.
The initial thought was that keeping them by my side was better than them secretly rekindling their old flames when I couldn't see them.
But now it seems...
She has once again let the wolf into her house.
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Lu Zhenyu was sent to a hospital under the Shen family's control, where the hospital director personally led a team to conduct a comprehensive examination.
The experts held a collective consultation, studied the case all night, and finally reached the following conclusion:
"It is likely that the patient is in a state of severe depression. The sudden shock was caused by a combination of stress and panic. Mr. Shen, there is no need to worry. Ms. Shen will wake up soon after the IV drip is started."
"Severe depression?"
Shen Jingsi sat on the sofa as a nurse cleaned his hand injury, his already furrowed brows furrowing even more deeply.
How could she be depressed?
"This will require a detailed evaluation and assessment by our psychiatrists after Miss Shen wakes up."
The dean called in the head of the psychiatry department who was waiting outside and explained to Shen Jingsi:
"Based on the current physical data, Ms. Shen's somatization symptoms are very severe. When she is emotionally agitated, she will experience a series of somatization symptoms such as panic attacks, respiratory alkali poisoning, and decomposition syndrome."
Shen Jingsi's hand was almost fused with the deformed sofa when the head of the psychiatry department, noticing something amiss, promptly shut up.
"Go on."
"But these are not the main issues. When we examined Miss Shen just now, we found a faint scar on her left wrist, which we suspect has been repaired. We would like to ask Chairman Shen if Miss Shen has ever attempted suicide before."
How could he know if she had attempted suicide? In other words, he never even considered that she might have depression.
Lu Zhenyu suffered from severe depression.
Why?
Has she actually been unhappy these past few years since she married Zheng Yaozong?
Shen Jingsi almost immediately dismissed the conjecture, because just an hour earlier she had confidently stated that "if given the chance again, she would still marry Zheng Yaozong without hesitation."
"I have no idea."
It takes a lot of courage to say those words, but even more so, it brings an overwhelming sense of frustration.
The director nodded. "Then the treatment plan will have to wait until Miss Shen wakes up and undergoes a detailed diagnosis before a decision can be made."
After the dean left with the medical team, Shen Jingsi was annoyed. He took out a cigarette and walked to the French window. Just as he lit the lighter, the scene of Lu Zhenyu leaning in his arms that night, begging him to smoke a cigarette, suddenly appeared in his mind.
His gaze sharpened, and he strode into the corridor. "Then why does the smell of smoke relieve her shortness of breath?"
The director and dean, who had walked away, returned. The director took the cigarette that Shen Jingsi had offered and looked around.
"Perhaps it has nothing to do with the smell of the cigarette itself, but rather that Miss Shen has some connection with the specific thing behind the smell, which helps her calm down."
Fearing he might not understand, the doctor explained simply, "It's like a comfort zone, or for her, the most important people and memories in her past life."
At this moment, Shen Jingsi felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea and was about to suffocate, but was suddenly pulled to the surface, took a deep breath of oxygen, and was accompanied by a clear-headed dizziness.
He clenched the cigarette pack in his palm, stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.
He laughed like a child, turned around, and dragged his slightly sluggish right leg as he walked towards the ward.
The medical team remained behind, watching that figure disappear into the distance.
The dean, with a grave expression, thought of the phone call that Mrs. Shen had made half an hour earlier.
"There are some things that should be said and some things that shouldn't be said. I believe Dean Zhang has a good sense of proportion."
Therefore, he kept the injuries and illnesses that Lu Zhenyu had shown under the X-ray from Shen Jingsi.
The gates of powerful and influential families are so deep that ordinary people could easily drown if they got too close.
Judging from the fact that this new head of the family will soon take over, his deliberate concealment today may very well be a way to intimidate them after he comes to power.
Having lived for over fifty years, this was the first time the dean felt a sense of unease.
This size is too difficult to handle.
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