The master bedroom of the villa on the island,
Jing Min lay unconscious on the bed, his face so pale it was almost transparent.
The monitor by the bedside beeped, indicating that his heart rate and blood pressure were still not very stable.
Several doctors examined him in turn.
The movements were meticulous.
But everyone's expression gradually became serious.
After the last doctor took off his gloves and exchanged a glance with the person next to him,
The group shook their heads in unison.
Chu Wuyang's heart clenched as she looked over, and she asked urgently:
"What's wrong?"
"His injuries...haven't healed yet?"
Her voice unconsciously rose as she spoke, and the emotional turmoil made her stand up abruptly.
The vigorous movement affected Jingmin, who was on the bed.
He frowned and let out a low groan, clearly disturbed by the pain.
Chu Wuyang looked down at him—his hand had been tightly gripping hers ever since they disembarked until he suddenly lost consciousness, with such force that it seemed he wanted to embed her into his very bones.
She tried to move her hand slightly, but couldn't break free at all.
He could only silently sit back down in his chair.
The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the instruments and his shallow breathing.
The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.
In the end, it was the oldest among them who pushed up his glasses, his voice tinged with hesitation and seriousness:
"Madam, Mr. Jing's external injuries have indeed gradually healed, and the results of dressing changes and examinations show that the healing is progressing well."
"but……"
He paused, his expression complex.
"But he is currently experiencing autonomic nervous system dysfunction and post-traumatic stress disorder, accompanied by severe mood disorders and anxiety symptoms."
"These abnormal mental states are very likely related to familial hereditary mental illnesses."
Chu Wuyang's fingertips trembled slightly:
"Mental illness?"
Like his mother and grandmother?
The doctor nodded:
"We suspect it's hereditary, but it could also be the effect of previous toxins."
"Of course, further psychiatric evaluation is needed for a definitive diagnosis."
"But Mr. Jing's emotions are extremely unstable at present, and he is easily stimulated by external factors, which may trigger aggressive or self-destructive behavior."
At this point, the doctor paused, glanced at Li Yan,
As if after receiving affirmation,
Then he looked at Chu Wuyang.
After hesitating for a moment, he added in a low voice:
"What's more troublesome is that Mr. Jing refuses to take any type of psychiatric medication and also refuses to receive any psychological treatment."
"He doesn't admit that he has a mental problem."
"If this continues..."
The doctor's voice became increasingly cautious.
"I'm afraid his physical and mental health will deteriorate further."
"Madam, we hope you can persuade Mr. Jing to cooperate with the treatment."
The room was deathly silent.
Chu Wuyang's gaze fell on Jing Min's pale yet still tense brows and eyes.
It felt like something was pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
She looked down at the hand that was still gripping her tightly.
She spoke, her voice slightly hoarse:
"I understand... I'll give it a try."
The room gradually quieted down.
The doctors and assistants left one after another.
Only Li Yan remained standing at the door, lingering there.
He looked at Chu Wuyang, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and whispered:
"Madam, please."
This statement came suddenly, and its tone carried an indescribable meaning.
Before Chu Wuyang could ask any further questions, he had already turned and left, quietly closing the door behind him.
The room became completely quiet.
Chu Wuyang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jing Min's pale yet still tense brows and eyes.
Her fingertips gently traced the back of his hand, which was slightly red from the pain.
It turns out Jingmin really has "gone mad"!
She cursed him like that time and time again.
He accepted it!
He previously admitted that he had some mental health issues and had seen a psychologist, with significant positive results.
There was no excessive behavior.
Was it because of her that he was provoked this time?
But he couldn't possibly not see through such obvious attempts to sow discord!
That's true, even if it was a delaying tactic, the injuries he sustained were real.
But he already knew he had mental health issues.
Why did he refuse treatment?
What if they refuse to take the medication?
Chu Wuyang was still lost in thought.
She only snapped back to reality when that gaze fell upon her.
Jingmin woke up.
He just looked at her quietly, his eyes indifferent, seemingly devoid of emotion.
But the pressure in his hands did not loosen at all, as if he wanted to hold her hand tightly into his bones.
Are you feeling better?
Her voice was soft and gentle.
"The doctor just checked you out. Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Jingmin did not answer immediately.
He had just woken up, and there was still a trace of fatigue in his eyes, but his expression was cold and almost devoid of warmth.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low:
"Didn't you just want to leave with the Filipino maid?"
Chu Wuyang was slightly taken aback, then shook his head:
"No... I just wanted to go out for a walk to clear my head."
She paused, then added:
"Besides, fishing boats simply can't go very far."
She didn't ask them when they were leaving.
Now, his physical injuries seem to have healed considerably, but his mental state...
She didn't dare ask too many questions, only thinking that she would wait until his condition stabilized before saying anything.
After listening to her explanation, Jing Min remained silent for a moment.
Finally, they let go.
The pressure from her fingertips disappeared, but the red mark on the back of her hand lingered.
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