Chapter 86 Dissociative Disorder

After Dr. Xiao's treatment, she got much better.

But later, Jiang Xiaoxiao came back.

Yao Shulan abandoned her and even hated her to the core.

Plus the double betrayal of Xia Ling and Yan Feng.

Her depression recurred and even became bipolar.

That's why she cut her wrists.

It was Dr. Xiao who pulled her back from her collapse.

But Jiang Ciyou also knew that his heart was like a buried bomb.

In fact, although she appears to be open-minded and carefree, she has to fight these negative emotions every day.

I have succeeded and I have failed.

What bothers her most is the splitting headaches she suffers when her illness strikes.

In fact, she has had headaches since she was a child.

Yao Shulan took her to many places.

When I was a child, I even went to live in Beijing for a period of time just to see a doctor.

When she was young, headaches also accompanied her growth.

But the attacks are not frequent.

But since three years ago, various things have broken out.

Her problem is getting worse.

When the pain is unbearable, you can only rely on painkillers.

Jiang Ciyou parked the car on the side of the road.

With trembling hands, he took out a small medicine box from the drawer of the car.

It's the painkiller she's used to taking.

In fact, she hasn't eaten it for a long time.

After living with Bo Jinxiu, she slept much better.

The headache didn't come back.

Jiang Ciyou opened the small medicine box.

But I found it was empty.

I took the last painkiller.

Jiang Ciyou suddenly became angry.

She searched every corner of the car.

But still not found.

Her head hurt as if it was about to explode.

Her whole mood became increasingly irritable.

Her eyes fell on the diary.

All the things Xia Ling had done came back to her mind.

Like countless insects, gnawing at her nerves.

She became increasingly irritable.

Jiang Ciyou suddenly restarted the car.

Driving straight towards an apartment.

Her head was groggy and she had a splitting headache.

However, she still drove the car to the downstairs of Lotus Apartment.

Because Jiang Ciyou knew that Xia Ling lived there now.

She stumbled out of the car.

Then I climbed up to the second floor.

Jiang Ciyou stood at the door, straining himself.

She knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly.

Xia Ling was standing at the door.

"Ciyou, why are you here?"

Xia Ling seemed surprised.

But Jiang Ciyou didn't waste time talking to her.

Jiang Ciyou stretched out a hand and grabbed Xia Ling's throat.

Jiang Ci's eyes were red with worry.

"Xia Ling, why, why do you want to harm me? I've been so good to you, why do you want to destroy everything for me?"

Jiang Ciyou's fingers gradually tightened.

She has practiced Taekwondo and knows some martial arts, so she is much stronger than the average person.

Xia Ling had her throat grabbed by her and had no chance to resist.

Her face flushed red, but she couldn't utter a word.

She could only use her fingers to pull away the hand that Jiang Ciyou was pinching her neck.

But no matter how hard she pulled, Jiang Ciyou was like a mountain.

Standing there motionless.

Jiang Ciyou's fingers kept exerting force.

She looked like a devil that had crawled out of hell.

A beautiful face looked a little eerie under the incandescent light.

"Xia Ling, go to hell, go to hell."

She pressed her fingers harder.

Blood flowed from Xia Ling's lips.

Then come the eyes, nose, and ears.

Blood oozed out and flowed onto Jiang Ciyou's hands, but she seemed to see nothing.

Her hands continued to increase their strength.

All I heard was a click.

She finally strangled Xia Ling's neck.

…

Jiang Ciyou suddenly woke up.

"I killed someone. I killed someone."

She looked around.

I found myself lying on a comfortable sofa.

Jiang Ciyou sat up suddenly.

Looking at his own hands, he muttered to himself, "I killed someone, I killed someone."

The scene of her killing Xia Ling just now kept rushing into her mind.

It made her mind confused and her breathing rapid.

A cup of warm milk was handed to her.

A gentle voice came from in front of her.

"You didn't kill anyone. You just had a seizure and were hallucinating."

Jiang Ciyu held his face and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I had killed her."

Then she calmed down.

She took the milk from the man and said, "Dr. Xiao, how did I get here?"

Xiao Hechuan said: "You called me before you became ill, and I came to your location. When I arrived, your car was parked on the side of the road, and you were already in a semi-comatose state."

Jiang Ciyou actually didn't remember any of this.

Jiang Ci paused for a moment and said, "The medicine is gone. Can you prescribe me some more?"

"good."

Xiao Hechuan said, "Your illness has been stable for a long time, why did it suddenly flare up again? Is it because of this diary?"

When Xiao Hechuan found Jiang Ciyou, she was holding the diary tightly in her hand.

Xiao Hechuan handed the diary over and said, "Don't worry, I didn't read it."

Jiang Ciyou didn't take it, "You can take a look, maybe it will help treat my condition."

Xiao Hechuan is Jiang Ciyou's psychiatrist.

He is also the only one who knows everything about her.

No matter it was the sexual assault that happened to her, the incident between Yan Feng and Xia Ling, or the fact that she kept a gigolo three years ago.

It can be said that she had no privacy at all in front of him.

However, after Jiang Ciyou's condition stabilized, they had no contact for several months.

Xiao Hechuan put away the diary: "Okay, then I'll keep this diary here for now."

Jiang Ciyou seemed to wake up: "Where's my phone?"

Xiao Hechuan handed her bag to her.

Jiang Ciyou opened his phone and took a look.

It was already four in the morning.

Jiang Ci was surprised: "I slept for so long?"

Xiao Hechuan said: "You woke up once during the process and had a dissociative attack. You wanted to kill me, so I injected you with a sedative."

Jiang Ciyou not only suffers from depression, but also mild dissociative disorder.

But so far, including today, I have only had two dissociative attacks.

When dissociative disorder occurs, Jiang Ciyou will lose himself and the ability to control himself, and even other personalities will appear. He will also lose his memory after the illness.

The first time I got sick was the night I cut my wrists.

In fact, she herself didn't remember how she cut her wrists.

Jiang Ciyou had no idea that Xia Ling's diary would cause him to suffer a dissociative attack.

She doesn't think her ability to withstand is so weak.

There is only one possibility, that is, the condition has worsened.

Jiang Ciyou raised his head, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Xiao Hechuan's neck.

There was indeed a red mark there.

It turns out that the hallucination that he had killed Xia Ling was not just an illusion.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Xiao."

Xiao Hechuan pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled as warm as jade, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze: "There is no need to be so polite between you and me."