Chapter 160 Extra: Author's Note
Comrades, I've seen the message.
I will write a side story, a very long one. Please allow me to prepare.
I didn't apply for completion because I'm a junior author, and once I finished the story, I wouldn't have the permission to write side stories anymore, so I wrote the side stories after the main text.
Regarding the ending, some people have asked why I didn't write it clearly. It's because I was afraid of crossing the line, so I won't say more.
The following side stories will expand on the story from other characters' perspectives. There will also be a long side story about the female lead.
The female lead is definitely doing well, don't worry.
Things will get better in the new year.
I hope all my readers will become very wealthy. Love you all!
...The following is an extra chapter, I will only update one chapter. Today is considered a leave of absence, and I will update normally tomorrow.
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My name is Yao Baochou.
My sister always likes to call me Sanlang.
It sounds like something out of a novel about Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, which I don't really like.
But she doesn't care whether I like it or not.
Because she is mentally ill, the kind who has been forcibly treated.
I submitted a visitation request to the compulsory medical facility a week ago.
I heard that my sister's mental state has been very stable recently, so she approved the meeting.
I made sure to wash both cats thoroughly and even put a bow tie on "Execute the Mouse on the Spot," hoping to win her favor. Because it had scratched her, she disliked the cat intensely and was even trying to find Liu Liu a new companion. It took three cat treats to calm Liu Liu down.
Visits are usually scheduled at fixed times, once a week, and the duration of each visit is limited to half an hour.
We met in a designated meeting room, with staff present to supervise and ensure safety.
Once her condition stabilizes, and with the approval of the medical institution, we can meet in her room.
I hope she recovers soon.
She sat in a chair, reading a book. Her hair was cut very short, and sunlight dappled her face through the window.
It is said that the windows in her room were custom-made, and even a mentally ill person would rarely punch a window, but she did it twice.
"Sister!" I called out happily.
She heard it, looked up, and seemed to be deep in thought:
According to Article 46 of the Mental Health Law, medical institutions and their medical personnel shall respect the rights of hospitalized patients with mental disorders to communicate and meet with visitors. Except during acute episodes or in order to avoid hindering treatment, these rights shall not be restricted.
My lips twitched. "What are you doing?"
She generously showed me the book cover, saying, "I've been studying the Mental Health Law recently."
Does mental illness research involve mental illness law? No problem.
"Institutions that administer compulsory medical treatment shall conduct regular diagnostic assessments of those subjected to compulsory medical treatment. For those who no longer pose a danger to others and do not require continued compulsory medical treatment, the institution shall promptly submit its opinion on termination to the people's court that made the decision to administer compulsory medical treatment for approval. Those subjected to compulsory medical treatment and their close relatives have the right to apply to the people's court that made the decision to administer compulsory medical treatment for termination of compulsory medical treatment."
She covered her mouth as if she had a toothache: "How can I be assessed as not posing a danger to others?"
I answered honestly, "I killed him."
She rolled her eyes.
I pretended not to see it and asked, "Where did you get these books?"
“My mom gave it to me. Are you stupid? Do you think mental illness means being tied to the bed all the time? I can read a lot of books, as long as there are no metal pieces in them.”
Why are there pieces of metal on the book?
"I don't know, maybe they were worried I'd be too bored. You know, a piece of metal can be used for many things, like bending it into a spoon to eat."
A staff member nearby chimed in, "They're probably worried we'll be bored."
The older sister smiled at the person and said, "You're so funny. I'm going to make you a noble lady."
Caregiver: "...Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."
I could tell it was awkward, so I quickly let the two cats out and started joking around.
"Sis, you can touch him this time. Jiang Shuzheng is very docile now and won't scratch you anymore."
"Where's Egg?" The older sister pried the cat's legs apart, and the fat cat lay down on her lap with a look of utter despair, not struggling at all.
"The egg...it's a bomb, it's exploded."
"That's fine, since their balls weren't that big to begin with anyway."
"Meow!"
I snatched the cat away. "Even though it's gone, it will be sad if you say that."
The older sister reached out and stroked the cat's head, comforting it, "Egg, there are different sizes, but size doesn't determine quality. 'Fine rain brings out fish, gentle breeze makes swallows slant' is not as good as 'The setting sun shines on the great banner, horses neigh and the wind whistles.' 'A precious curtain hangs idly on a small silver hook' is not as good as 'Mist obscures the pavilions, the moon veils the ferry crossing'."
"..."
“What about cultured people? Sometimes I feel like I’m not crazy, it’s because I’m stupid,” the caregiver clicked her tongue.
"..."
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in. "It's time to go back to your room."
My sister immediately jumped up, pointed at the caregiver, and said fiercely, "Her? She's just a caregiver, but she insists she's my mother. Do you think I wouldn't recognize her in those clothes?"
I honestly called out, "Auntie."
It really is her mother.
Her mother used to be a nurse. She applied for a job at the mental hospital and was hired.
Guan Yan hugged her sister as if it were a common occurrence, coaxing her, "Let's go back and eat oranges."
As she walked with her, her sister said, "I don't like oranges. I've had enough."
Seeing that she was about to leave, I asked in a moment of panic, "Sister, I have another question. Why does Gao Huan have a hundred lives?"
The older sister turned her head and said, "Didn't I say? I hope he lives to be a hundred years old. If the quality isn't good, then we'll win with quantity, forming muscle memory, discovering patterns, and building a foundation for trial and error."
"..."
She started spouting nonsense with a straight face again.
She said many things, but the most insightful one was: "Sanlang, you can go to extremes in doing things, but you can't make absolute statements."
A buffer zone must be left.
When someone dies, there must be a murderer, otherwise this matter will not be over.
She's the buffer; it's best if the car can stop with her, otherwise it's just fate.
I just didn't expect Wu Huan to become the first buffer zone. I had already offered incense to my parents and sister, and was about to entrust my two cats to Uncle Hei.
After all, I'm off to do something big with my sister!
Something must have happened in between, so she wished Wu Huan had a hundred lives.
I think I'll make time to go see him.
So far, responsibility has been divided in two.
He gets the poisoned death, my sister gets the murdered death.
He insisted that he wanted to commit suicide and that everything was an accident.
The court will definitely try him and pronounce a verdict.
The problem is that he also drank paraquat, although less than others, but it still affected his lungs.
The mortality rate for anyone who drinks paraquat is 99%.
So the current situation is this: to sentence him, his crimes must first be tried, but that requires him to be alive for the trial. However, he needs emergency medical care every few days, making it impossible for him to undergo a proper investigation, thus delaying the trial process.
He's exploiting a bug.
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