The weather in November was slightly cool.
Yan Jiu glanced at the ground not far away; there seemed to be something extraordinary there.
Her eyes lit up.
As is widely known.
A hospital at night is a somewhat terrifying place.
As a descendant of Eastern blood.
Yan Jiu understood the principle of "since we're already here".
She decided to ask Grandpa Liu all the questions.
The live stream started with a ghost story.
I just shared this idea.
Li Xiaoli decisively distanced herself from Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu, carrying a fruit basket, waved to Li Xiaoli with her free hand, saying, "Don't worry, I will talk to the hospital about visiting the morgue again at night to give the deceased enough respect."
Li Xiaoli: "..." Is this a matter of respect? You never do anything that involves people! When others come to the hospital for treatment or to visit someone in the hospital, you, on the other hand, are playing with fire!
She recalled the time her room was visited by fugitives and always felt that her life was not safe when she was with Yan Jiu.
now.
Li Xiaoli really wanted to find someone to knock her off the top spot on the leaderboard.
Being Yan Jiu's number one fan is too dangerous!
She was unwilling to accept this kind of "heart-stirring" challenge!
Yan Jiu was unaware of Li Xiaoli's thoughts.
She went straight to the cardiology department.
Along the way.
The system panel keeps popping up like an advertisement window, and you can't close it.
Yan Jiu leaned against the wall, looking slightly exhausted.
System: [This kid on the panel hasn't seen much of the world. He gets all excited when he sees a customer. For my sake, shouldn't we, as elders, be a little more understanding?]
Yan Jiu couldn't forgive him.
Normally, if you encounter someone with a mortality rate of less than 10%, the system panel will not display their information.
For 11%-79% of potential customers, the system panel will pop up according to the speed at which the customer requests information.
Instead of now, where every time Yan Jiu encounters someone in a hospital gown, she makes her presence known, forcing her to close her eyes to avoid seeing the panel's notifications.
Li Xiaoli walked at the front: "Sister Jiujiu, my maternal grandfather's hospital room is not far ahead..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the hospital corridor.
It covered up the last syllable of Li Xiaoli's voice.
"Your grandma is in the hospital, how can I take care of her by myself? I asked you to bring her some food, and you pretended to be sick."
An older woman grabbed a female high school student in a school uniform and started berating her.
The high school girl kept her head down and didn't speak; her short hair couldn't hide the numbness and silence on her face.
"Is depression an illness? What's with all the check-ups and medication? What could you possibly be so upset about? You're focused on your studies right now, and you're all grown up and don't even know how to care about me, instead you're just causing me trouble!"
The aunt's voice grew louder and louder.
The nurses at the nurses' station quickly came over.
They all urged them not to make a sound.
People around were also advising the woman not to yell at the child.
But the woman ignored her.
She saw that her daughter did not resist.
It was as if they had found a sense of satisfaction and superiority.
The criticisms are getting harsher and harsher.
In front of everyone.
They vent all their emotions on their children.
At this moment.
Li Xiaoli walked back to Yan Jiu's side, hugging the wall.
She shook her head and sighed.
“In a family like this, this child… well…”
Yan Jiu did not speak.
In her eyes.
The high school girl's life is counting down.
System panel: [Ding!]
Subjects of testing: High school girls
Note: Targeted customers
Mortality rate: 100%
Time of death: After the first jump.
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!
System: [Did she choose to end her life because she couldn't bear it anymore, suffering from depression?]
Yan Jiu still didn't make any move.
She remembered her past life.
Yan Jiu knew she had emotional deficiency disorder since she was a child, but she thought it didn't affect her life.
Until one time...
The school organized all teachers and students to watch a deeply moving film and asked them to write a 500-word reflection afterward.
She was unable to empathize and was criticized by the teacher in front of the whole school for her bland and uninteresting handwriting.
Little Yan Jiu once became a "celebrity" on campus.
Under her master's guidance, little Yan Jiu will not feel helpless or aggrieved.
She just doesn't understand.
What's there to teach her?
She just doesn't have empathy, so what?
She just wrote "plain water," so what?
Criticism is acceptable.
Should the whole school criticize it?
This will lead to a period of time in the future.
Her classmates said that she was not normal because she had no emotions, such as love, hate, anger, or infatuation.
Many children would point at her with their innocent words and say that she was a monster and should hide under the covers and cry.
Little Yan Jiu was deep in thought.
It was clearly not her fault.
It's not that she's fragile.
Why is it she who is crying?
then.
She reported the teacher and classmates.
After witnessing someone else's regretful "crying" for the first time, little Yan Jiu became even stronger.
With the encouragement and support of my master.
Yan Jiu gradually developed her current personality.
She understood love and the life philosophy that "everything is fleeting except for birth, aging, sickness, and death."
It's a pity.
The high school girl in front of me has no good counselor and is unable to get out of the troubles of mental illness.
In front of everyone, the girl's mother tore up the psychiatric diagnosis certificate in her child's hand.
Fragments of the diagnosis certificate landed on the girl's head; the light impact jolted her awake.
The girl reached out to catch the shards.
She squatted down.
Try your best to piece together a complete list.
Her mother was still criticizing her.
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