Poison (12)
Yu Shu guessed that Zhao Jingyun was a little dissatisfied with him for bringing Jiang Yu here without saying hello to her. Before returning to Jiang Yu's house, he asked Jiang Yu to wait for him in the underground garage. He made a formal apology to Zhao Jingyun.
However, Zhao Jingyun said jokingly, "You know quite a lot of people. You should have introduced us to each other earlier. We will definitely become close friends regardless of age."
Yu Shu thought Zhao Jingyun was just trying to save his face and felt embarrassed for speaking sarcastically, so he apologized sincerely again.
Seeing that Yu Shu had misunderstood, Zhao Jingyun smiled helplessly: "Be careful in No. 6 Middle School."
When Yu Shu heard Zhao Jingyun's words, it seemed as if his blood and heartbeat stopped for half a second, his brain went blank and his breathing stagnated.
He didn't tell Zhao Jingyun that he was unemployed, so how did she know that he was involved with No. 6 Middle School?
"How do you know?"
Zhao Jingyun's brows softened, and her slightly raised eyes were filled with intelligence and elegance. She whispered, "Did you forget I was at the Education Bureau? There was gossip at No. 6 Middle School about a very handsome school doctor. I asked and found out it was you."
Yu Shu nodded and said, "Haha, no wonder, it's good to be in the system."
He agreed on the surface, but he had already begun to doubt in his heart.
Both of them are veterans who have been working in society for many years. The atmosphere between her and Jiang Yu is very strange. She said that they could have become good friends if they had met earlier, and she also brought up the fact that he was a school doctor at No. 6 Middle School to forcibly change the subject.
Too deliberate.
Yu Shu knew that Zhao Jingyun had her own plans. If she didn't want to say anything, it would be in vain no matter how he tried to beat around the bush and set traps. In the end, it would just be the two of them arguing with each other.
He didn't say anything more, just apologized again and went downstairs to meet Jiang Yu.
"What's going on between you and Zhao Jingyun?" Rather than trying to get Zhao Jingyun to tell him the answer, asking Jiang Yu directly would be simpler and clearer.
Jiang Yu didn't drive, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road: "I'm not interested in older people."
"I didn't ask you that!" Yu Shu rolled his eyes at the rearview mirror. Even the darkness of the underground garage couldn't hide the silence in his eyes. "There's something wrong with you two."
"Nothing's wrong, just the looks between colleagues."
"Oh, we're just colleagues. I thought..." Yu Shu was stunned for a moment and suddenly grabbed Jiang Yu's wrist.
"She works at the Education Bureau. Why is she traveling with you?"
"Then her side business is similar to mine. What's so strange about that? Guangzhou is so big, I've met so many people in the same field."
Ever since he met Jiang Yu, his life has been turned upside down. Who would have thought that the neighbor who had lived across the street for almost a year was actually a Taoist priest?
No wonder Zhao Jingyun said that they could become friends regardless of age difference. It turns out that she meant exchanging experiences with colleagues.
If Jiang Yu hadn't said it was a work requirement, Yu Shu really didn't want to stay at his house.
Although Jiang Yu said that there was no need to restrain one's hands and feet, he would still unconsciously restrain his actions out of habit.
For example, when he went to work on Monday, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly when he got up from the second bedroom. He tiptoed to the bathroom on the second floor to wash up, and then set off to No. 6 Middle School.
"Wang Zhiyao?" Yu Shu called out tentatively when he saw the familiar figure with a slightly hunched back and lowered head.
Wang Zhiyao turned around: "Brother Yu."
"Did you encounter any difficulties on the road?" The school doctor's working hours are based on the bell for the first class. Wang Zhiyao had just entered the school gate at this time and had missed the morning reading time.
"It's okay." Wang Zhiyao said it was okay, but a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
Yu Shu didn't expose it: "Go to class quickly. By the way, this is for you." Yu Shu took out milk and bread from his bag and handed them to Wang Zhiyao.
Last Friday, when the new head teacher of Class 17 came to buy throat and pharyngeal clear solution, he inadvertently mentioned that Wang Zhiyao, a day student, did not eat breakfast in the cafeteria, but often had a rumbling stomach during the first class.
So Yu Shu specially packed some food in his bag before going out today.
"I've had breakfast." Wang Zhiyao lowered his head. Like a frightened little animal, he pushed back the things Yu Shu gave him.
Yu Shu's smile was tinged with the refreshing morning sunshine, gentle and inclusive, as if a gentle breeze was carrying people back to spring through summer.
“I bought too much to eat.”
Wang Zhiyao's cautious gaze fell on the croissants and yogurt and then quickly dropped down.
"You can save it for lunch."
"I don't want to eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch. You won't refuse to do me this little favor, right?" Yu Shu raised his voice slightly and stuffed the food into Wang Zhiyao's hands.
Wang Zhiyao glanced around to see if there was anyone around before taking the food and said gratefully, "Brother Yu, don't get too close to me outside the school infirmary. You never know if those young masters will try to trick you."
"Yeah, okay, thank you for reminding me." Yu Shu responded.
The school doctor's job is easy. When there are no students coming during working hours, he will stay in the school doctor's office to enjoy the air conditioning and browse the internet.
But he basically has no free time. Female teachers and students and some male teachers and students would come to visit him. They are all in good health and all they do when they come is chat with him about random things, and then buy some oral pharyngeal clearing or watermelon frost lozenges as snacks.
Look, another student came. This girl came once in the morning and came again in the afternoon.
When Yu Shu asked her where she felt uncomfortable, she said her throat hurt. When he showed her that her tonsils did not show any signs of inflammation.
"I want watermelon frost lozenges, or Golden Throat lozenges."
"No, go back and drink more warm water and talk less, you will feel better." Yu Shu refused her request to buy watermelon frost lozenges. After all, this thing is a medicine, and it is better not to take it if you can.
As soon as the girl opened the door, Wang Zhiyao came.
The two of them bumped into each other, and the notebooks and books that Wang Zhiyao brought fell to the ground with a clatter.
The female student glared at Wang Zhiyao fiercely and was about to kick the books scattered on the ground, but suddenly she remembered that she was still in the school infirmary. She angrily retracted her foot and cursed with her mouth, "You damn thing."
Yu Shu squatted down to help pick up Wang Zhiyao's notebook, without noticing the girl's mouth shape.
The paper blown by the wind just happened to stop at the page where many sentences were written.
Edison Chung, fuck, you're lucky as a little loser.
Lin Wenxue, you damn bastard.
Why are there only human lives and curse words?
Could it be that he is under great psychological pressure due to being bullied so much that he releases stress and resentment by writing some abusive words?
Yu Shu pretended not to notice and closed the notebook and returned it to Wang Zhiyao. If this continued, Wang Zhiyao would become more and more depressed. He needed to have a good talk with him.
"If you trust me, you can tell me anything you want to say." Yu Shu said gently, "For example, you can tell me about psychological effects and emotional pressure."
The last time Jiang Yu came, he touched the sign of the school clinic, but in fact he was stuffing soundproofing talismans into the gap. Now Yu Shu doesn't have to worry about walls having ears, he can just say whatever he wants.
Wang Zhiyao pressed the pen button several times, and the clicking sound was particularly clear in the quiet school clinic.
He avoided Yu Shu's gaze by turning the pages of a book: "Yeah, if there's anything I want to say, I'll definitely tell you, Brother Yu. Can I study here this afternoon?"
"Just ask for leave from your class teacher." Seeing that Wang Zhiyao was on guard, Yu Shu stopped talking, sat back in his swivel chair, and casually browsed his phone.
As a doctor, Yu Shu knew that he had to respect his patients' wishes, even when it came to relieving stress and talking. He couldn't force them to talk. Even after he'd said so much, Wang Zhiyao still had no desire to speak. Even if he continued to persuade her earnestly, it would be a waste of words.
In addition, he always felt that the name Zhong Guanxi was very familiar. He must have seen him in the past few days, but there were too many things going on in recent days, and he could not remember the person he had just met.
Wang Zhiyao was quietly reading a book and doing exercises next to him. In the narrow school infirmary, the sound of the air conditioner and the sound of breathing intertwined and rose and fell, like a leisurely and casual piece of pure music.
Yu Shu sent a tentative WeChat message to Jiang Yu: "Have we met anyone named Zhong Guanxi in the past few days?"
After five or six minutes, Yu Shu still hadn't received a reply. Jiang Yu had sent him a message in the morning, saying that the school director hadn't met Liu Xu and Xiao Zheng. It was estimated that Jiang Yu was going to see the school director in person and should be busy.
The incident at No. 6 Middle School was too bizarre. The clues were very fragmented. The poison had corroded the students' souls, leaving them half-dead.
The mysterious deaths of the three teachers were not necessarily related to the poisoned students. The only person who was somewhat related to the poison was probably Li Sheng, who abused stray animals.
Yu Shu wrote and then cancelled the notes on his mobile phone memo, over and over again. He drew a mind map for a long time but still couldn't think of any hidden clues between the three teachers and the victim.
The rustling sound of paper and pen colliding quietly stopped. Half an hour later, Wang Zhiyao had finished writing a short essay of 800 words.
Yu Shu thought about it and finally spoke: "Brother, can I ask you for a favor?"
When Wang Zhiyao heard that Yu Shu needed his help, his eyes hidden behind the thick glasses lit up with a clear and fine light.
He nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice and said, "Brother Yu, you say."
"What kind of person is Zhang Chaoling?" Yu Shu asked bluntly. He still remembered the tone and look in Wang Zhiyao's eyes when he said Zhang Chaoling deserved it. There must be something hidden.
Wang Zhiyao didn't hold the pen firmly in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a plop. He obviously didn't expect that the help Yu Shu was asking about was about Zhang Chaoling.
Wang Zhiyao opened his mouth slightly, unable to utter a single word for a long moment. He wanted to refuse, but Yu Shu had been so kind to him and had helped him so many times before. He was the kind of person who, when someone treated him well, wanted to be twice as kind to them, so he found an excuse to shirk his responsibility.
"Brother Yu, let me think about it and I'll tell you later." Wang Zhiyao lowered his head and looked at the floor. His hands on the table were clenched into fists, and his thin fingers trembled slightly.
Yu Shu's heart ached. Every movement of Wang Zhiyao's body showed that he was struggling in pain.
Yu Shu regretted that he had taken advantage of Wang Zhiyao's repaying personality and forced him to help.
Wang Zhiyao closed his eyes and took deep breaths again and again. The rhythm became faster and faster, the sound became louder and louder, and the amplitude of his chest rise and fall became greater and greater.
"He raped me under the pretext of tutoring." Wang Zhiyao's face flushed red.
Yu Shu felt as if struck by lightning. A muffled thunder flashed through his head and his whole body froze.
Those few words drained all of Wang Zhiyao's strength. Uncovering the scars buried deep within his heart, which had never healed, the pain was so intense that he felt as if he couldn't even feel his body.
Zhang Chaoling tricked him into the staff dormitory, gave him water with something added, blocked his mouth, tied his hands and feet to the bed and spread him out, and used the dirty and disgusting column to tear his body apart.
"I told my homeroom teacher, the dean of studies, and the principal, but not only did they not believe me, they also threatened me not to spread rumors or false information."
"Even Dad didn't believe me, and Mom directly refused my calls for help."
Wang Zhiyao gradually became excited and spoke intermittently.
He also sought help from the police, but in return he was told to speak nonsense due to the excessive pressure of studying. He had nowhere to turn to and no way out. As a victim, he had to repeatedly fall into self-doubt, wondering what he had done wrong to cause such a tragedy.
In the end, he could only endure the living, boiling hurt silently by himself.
Wang Zhiyao's mind kept replaying the scenes of his nightmare. Every frame that flashed through his mind was filled with shame and despair that made him want to die, accompanied by twitching of his body's muscle memory.
This bone-gnawing and heart-wrenching pain tormented him for countless days and nights.
In his dreams, he thought about ending it all several times, but why should he, the victim, be so miserable while the abuser continued to live so happily? He gritted his teeth and persevered, adjusting his mindset. When he heard that Li Sheng and Ma Yongqi had died unexpectedly, the surge of secret joy made him temporarily forget the burning scars.
But when he saw Zhang Chaoling suddenly faint and die during class, he couldn't understand that feeling. He even thought that he had been living in the shadow of being assaulted for years, but Zhang Chaoling died so easily.
Now that he mentioned the beastly things Zhang Chaoling had done again, his resentment was even stronger, and he wanted to dig his ashes out of the grave and scatter them.
Wang Zhiyao was panting and his whole body was shaking.
Ding Dong.
Jiang Yu's message came through WeChat: "Two boys carried that person to the school clinic."
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