Chapter 061 Entertainment Industry Waste 9
Only one short day had passed, but Yin Yao didn't know how to face the child.
Before entering the hospital, he lingered at the door for several minutes before he walked in.
The nurse who led the way yesterday was still the one who received him. She looked a little anxious, but was obviously relieved after seeing him.
"You're here," the nurse said. "The patient's condition is somewhat special. It would be best if the family members intervened."
Yin Yao's heart suddenly began to tighten: "What happened to him? Isn't he recovering from his injuries?"
"Physical injuries can be treated, but for mental trauma, to be honest, in addition to medical treatment, the company of family members is also very important." The nurse sighed, "You... remember, he is a patient now. No matter what incredible or extreme actions he takes, don't blame him."
Yin Yao's throat tightened and he nodded solemnly, trying his best to dispel the panic in his heart.
He finally met Jian Ziyan.
Jian Ziyan was indeed awake, but compared to not waking up, there seemed to be no difference.
He lay on the bed blankly, seemingly unresponsive, but as soon as someone tried to touch him, he would struggle like crazy, making people afraid to touch him.
The rest of the time, he just stared at the ceiling, as if immersed in a world that only he could reach.
"This is a very common condition for mental patients. If it is autistic, they may refuse to communicate with the outside world, which makes treatment more difficult." The nurse told him softly, "As for the rest, ask the doctor when he comes out. I'll continue to be busy."
Yin Yao's entire attention was on Jian Ziyan. Upon hearing that, he hurriedly replied with a thank you and continued to look into the ward.
The young nurse looked at him hesitantly for a few seconds, but still said nothing, shook her head and left.
Yin Yao had been waiting outside. After the doctor finished the examination, he came out and recognized him. He said to him, "The patient is refusing to communicate now. See if he is willing to talk to his family. If he completely rejects the outside world, it will be very difficult to treat him."
Yin Yao's throat moved, and his brain, which was not at all slow on normal days, seemed to be frozen at this moment. He needed to think for a long time before he could understand what the doctor meant.
"He...refuses to communicate?"
He couldn't imagine Jian Ziyan like this.
In his impression, except for the time when he just met him, Jian Ziyan seemed to have been chasing after him, trying to cause him all kinds of trouble, and wanted to talk to him whenever he got the slightest chance.
The doctor nodded, his expression solemn: "Yes, not only does he refuse to communicate, he even shows aggressive behavior during treatment, which is very dangerous. You can go in and try to talk to him now, but be careful of his wounds and don't irritate him again. This may be a tough battle, so be prepared."
Yin Yao nodded blankly. He took a deep breath, and when he found that he couldn't regain his composure, he slapped himself hard.
The loud sound made the doctor who had not yet left look terrified.
Yin Yao looked calm. He nodded to the doctor, then put on sterile clothing and entered the ward.
Seeing Jian Ziyan at such a close distance again, Yin Yao's breathing became lighter.
How fragile he looked. Originally, he was a slender and beautiful boy like an elf, and lying on the white hospital bed, he seemed like he would become transparent at any time.
Even though he heard someone coming in, Jian Ziyan did not show the slightest reaction and continued to stare straight at the edge of the ceiling.
Yin Yao was terrified and said in a very gentle voice: "Xiao Yan,
I. "
Jian Ziyan pretended to be deaf.
Yin Yao's panic grew a little bit. He looked at Jian Ziyan, who had become extremely unfamiliar to him. He carefully sat down beside his bed and tried to call him again.
"Xiao Yan, it's Brother Yin Yao, can you turn around and look at me, please?"
I don’t know if it was because he heard the words “Brother Yin Yao”, but Jian Ziyan’s eyes moved and he turned to look at the bedside.
Before Yin Yao could show his joy, he saw Jian Ziyan's face was cold. There was no trace of the nervousness and shyness he had every time he saw him. The way he looked at him was no different from the way he looked at the ceiling.
Yin Yao's heart sank, and a fear of losing something important spread over him. He didn't care that he was wearing a mask and tried hard to show a gentle smile.
"Xiao Yan, it was Brother Yin Yao who was wrong before. I shouldn't have disbelieved him..."
"Where's my phone?"
Yin Yao was frozen by Jian Ziyan's cold voice, and said cautiously: "Xiao Yan, you are still sick, it is not convenient for you to look at your phone."
The police haven't finished investigating the case yet, and the news about Jian Yuze cannot be made public. Outsiders can only see the accident in the studio at that time. As a result, the entire network is now filled with curses at Jian Ziyan, and people are mocking him for being a mental patient and a lunatic. He also thought that the police's explanation could not be said for the time being. How could Jian Ziyan himself see this kind of network environment when the doctor had just told him not to irritate him?
However, Jian Ziyan's chest suddenly heaved violently. He ignored his tightly bandaged right hand and chest, and struggled to get up and grab his clothes.
"Where is my phone? Can you give it back to me, please?"
"Xiao Yan!" Yin Yao immediately hugged his body to prevent him from pressing on his wound, but when he lowered his head, he met his anxious and pleading gaze.
"I beg you, tell dad that he can punish me as he pleases. I am willing to go into the dark room and stay there as long as I want... No, no, I am willing to be locked up, even in a mental hospital, and I will be obedient. Please give me back my phone, please..."
Yin Yao's pupils contracted, and he was overwhelmed by shock and heartache. He took a few seconds to sort out his thoughts and extract the most important information from this passage.
"Xiao Yan, you just said, dark room?" He carefully held up Jian Ziyan's face, and used all his strength to suppress the anxiety and fear in his heart, and asked him in the most gentle tone, "Xiao Yan, don't be afraid, tell me, what is that dark room, and where is it? Is it... is it Dad's way of punishing you?"
He was afraid that the rage in his heart would spread out and irritate or frighten Jian Ziyan. He couldn't believe what he heard. He thought beating was already extremely excessive, so how could there be a dark room, which sounded so terrifying?
Did Jian Yuze think that he was Jian Ziyan's god and could manipulate his freedom, life and death at will?
He was anxious to get an answer from Jian Ziyan, but even though he was extremely gentle, Jian Ziyan's expression suddenly froze.
Then, a look of fear emerged between his dark pupils. He looked at Yin Yao as if he had seen a terrible monster, and his whole body began to tremble.
Yin Yao felt something was wrong, but before he could take any action, Jian Ziyan struggled to escape from his arms, crawled to the foot of the bed, and curled up tremblingly.
Because of his movements, he injured the wounds on his chest and hands. Even though he didn't bleed, his suddenly pale face showed how much pain he was in at the moment.
Yin Yao's eyes were bloodshot, and he subconsciously wanted to pull the boy out of the corner and protect him in his arms, but before he could touch Jian Ziyan, Jian Ziyan let out a scream.
"No--"
Jian Ziyan looked as if he had seen some monstrous beast. He shook his head and shrank into the corner desperately. He looked at Yin Yao with such fear that his hands froze in mid-air.
He seemed to be extremely frightened, but he still tried hard to open his mouth.
"I, I was wrong. I didn't say anything bad about Dad. Dad didn't do anything to me. It's my fault. It's all my fault."
Yin Yao stretched out his hand, but didn't dare to let it fall any further.
His fingertips trembled along with the sudden pain in his heart. He tried his best to stabilize the pain and to comfort the trembling boy with a firm yet gentle attitude, but he found that he couldn't do it.
He can't do it.
How could he pretend to be a good guy in front of him as if nothing had happened after just saying that he didn't believe him?
The young man used his own hand as a sacrifice to tell him that Jian Yuze was harming him.
But he was immersed in the one-sided friendship between master and apprentice, and was only suspicious and angry about his advice, and even thought that he was spoiled and ungrateful...
When Yin Yao thought of what he had said to Jian Ziyan, he felt ashamed. Intense guilt and regret filled his heart. He wanted to say something to comfort Jian Ziyan, but he was so painful that he couldn't utter a word.
"Xiao Yan..."
His voice was soft and trembling. He tried his best to get closer to the child who kept saying that it was all his fault, just like he had tried so hard to get closer to him.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Yan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have disbelieved you. I was deaf and blind. I... wrongly blamed you."
He tried desperately to admit his mistake, to get back the child who would smile at him and call him Brother Yin Yao, but all he got in return was Jian Ziyan's even more confused apology.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this, it's all nonsense, you don't have to believe it, you never have to believe it again."
Yin Yao felt like he was nailed to the spot. He stared at Jian Ziyan. No matter how much he wanted to hug him and tell him that he believed in him, Jian Ziyan did not give him this chance.
Yin Yao, this is the trust you abandoned with your own hands. He once tried so hard to make you believe him, but you treated him like a worn-out shoe. Now, how are you going to fix this mistake and make up for the damage that has been caused?
Yin Yao's mind was dulled by the pain. At this time, the doctor rushed into the ward. While carefully holding down Jian Ziyan's limbs, he turned his head and roared at Yin Yao in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you not to stimulate the patient? Get out first!"
Yin Yao walked out of the ward in a daze, and stood in the corridor with blank eyes. Listening to Jian Ziyan's terrified and painful voice inside, his eyes suddenly turned red and tears streamed down his face.
…
It took little effort to investigate the so-called "dark room".
Originally, the Jian family mansion was temporarily sealed off and searched in detail because of Jian Yuze. Yin Yao informed the police of the news and soon received feedback.
"We found the dark room and these things in Jane's house."
One after another, modern torture instruments were placed in isolation bags on the table in the police station. The officer in charge of Jian Yuze's case looked at Yin Yao inquiringly: "Have you seen these things?"
Yin Yao stared at these things dully, and answered a little late: "...No."
The police officer did not doubt him and retracted his gaze upon hearing this: "These are carefully selected. They will basically not leave permanent scars when used on people, but the pain will not be reduced at all. These things are not new and have signs of being used many times. You should be able to guess who these things were used on."
Yin Yao's eyes never left these things, and his heart suddenly tightened when he heard this.
...Who else can it be used on?
Jian Yuze's image in the outside world is so low-key and gentle like a modest gentleman, but his true side has always been seen by that innocent child.
"This is the darkroom you mentioned before." The police officer took out a few clear photos and spread them on the table. "You can't go into the Jane's house now, but you can take a look at the photos. You guessed it right, the darkroom is used to punish the child. It's cold and damp inside, without a single light source. The police officer in charge of taking photos and collecting evidence is our good comrade with a strong will, but he couldn't stand it after just a while. It's hard to believe that there would be such a horrific torture chamber in a modern residential building."
The police officer raised his eyes and looked at Yin Yao: "You haven't heard Jian Yuze mention this place, right?"
Yin Yao sat there with a pale face. He did not answer the police officer. Instead, he calmed himself down and picked up the photos and looked at them one by one.
Even without the police officer's explanation, one could tell what a dark and terrifying place this place was. Even with the lighting from the camera, it couldn't cover up the filth and dampness inside. What was even more shocking was that there were dark red bloodstains on the dirty floor and bricks.
He didn't dare and couldn't imagine what had happened here.
The police officer continued, "...So how did you know about this dark room? Did the child tell you?"
After hearing Jian Ziyan, Yin Yao finally raised his head and looked at the police officer.
"Yes." His voice was soft and hoarse, "But Xiaoyan is...very sick now. He is not in good condition. I am afraid he cannot respond to questions."
The police officer pinched his nose and sighed: "I know, I heard what happened before, I can only say... Jian Yuze is a beast, the child has no other relatives besides him, right?" ‖This‖ work‖ is‖ by‖
Yin Yao shook his head. He had heard Jian Yuze talk about this topic.
The police officer pinched his nose again, frowned, and looked hesitant: "Mr. Yin, I know you are just Jian Yuze's student, and the child is already 18 years old. You have no obligation to take care of him, but I still want to tell you, if possible, please pay more attention to the child. According to the current information, his life... may be much more difficult than we imagined."
Yin Yao's body trembled violently.
How much longer will his teacher torture his only child?
Isn’t it enough to suffer years of domestic violence, beatings, cold violence, and being locked in a dark room?
Even the hands that played the peerless music might have been taken away by him...
What else does he want? What else does he want?
"...Why?" In the end, Yin Yao could only ask this question, "Why did he treat Xiao Yan like this?"
"..." The police officer remained silent for a moment regarding this question. "We are still investigating the cause. Don't worry. Jian Yuze can't hold on for much longer."
Yin Yao closed his eyes tiredly. His eyeballs, brain and heart were throbbing with pain. He didn't know who to blame. He was the only one who had not been hurt in the whole incident, but this was the result of Jian Ziyan blocking it for him.
He didn't even have the right to blame Jian Yuze.
No matter what he wanted to do to himself, he picked him up and extended a hand to him in his most desperate and helpless moment, giving him the qualifications to move on.
He couldn't figure out why Jian Yuze did this? What good would it do to ruin Jian Ziyan and him? Why was all this happening?
The police officer glanced at him and said, "We will respect the wishes of the parties involved, but in order to quickly determine Jian Yuze's guilt and bring the criminal to justice, we still hope that when the child is able to answer questions, I can meet him. He doesn't need to come in person, I can go there."
"...Okay." Yin Yao responded hoarsely, "I'll ask for his opinion."
…
When Yin Yao arrived at the hospital, Jian Ziyan was awake.
Seeing him coming, his face no longer had the fear and madness of yesterday. He just looked at him blankly and said, "Give me back my phone."
Yin Yao raised his hand and wanted to touch his messy hair, but was stopped in mid-air by his emotionless eyes.
He suppressed the pain in his heart and said with a gentle and careful smile: "Your hand is not healed yet. I will return the phone to you after the bandage is removed, okay?"
Jian Ziyan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, as if he was trying his best to suppress the fear and fragility in his heart, wanting to fight for that little bit of pitiful things for himself.
"I...will definitely be obedient. I won't try to escape, and I won't look for you again." He said in a low voice and carefully, "Can you help me plead for my dad...? I, I just want to check my phone. I won't send a message for help to anyone, and no one will come to save me. Please."
Yin Yao looked as if he had been slapped hard in the face by something, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
He turned his head and clenched his teeth to suppress his eyes from turning red instantly.
From this short sentence, he understood something he had never noticed before. The reason why Jian Ziyan was "punished" by Jian Yuze again and again was because
Is there a reason why he keeps trying to find him?
The reason why Jian Ziyan wanted to talk to him was because... he wanted to tell him Jian Yuze's true face.
When he thought of this, Yin Yao's heart began to ache violently. He couldn't help but think and assume, what would the situation be like now if he had believed Jian Ziyan when he mustered up the courage to tell the truth?
Would Jian Ziyan not be lying here seriously injured and dying, and would she not be unwilling to believe him again no matter how he admitted his mistakes or begged?
Jian Ziyan had tried to ask for help...but no one had ever believed him.
Yin Yao was about to be overwhelmed by the pain and regret in his heart. His voice trembled: "Xiao Yan, I will return the phone to you."
The boy's eyes lit up slightly for a moment, then quickly faded away.
"Thank you." He said carefully, "You... must be very busy at work. You don't have to come to see me anymore. Dad doesn't want me to see you."
Yin Yao was silent for a moment, and suddenly a strong impulse surged up. He gently held Jian Ziyan's chin and looked into his empty eyes.
"Xiao Yan, don't you want to see me again? I believed everything you told me before, don't you want to tell me more?"
There was an almost pleading look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for the verdict of the charges.
Jian Ziyan's eyes did not waver at all. He stared at him blankly and for a long while, he said, "No more."
The hope in Yin Yao's eyes died down.
Whether he believed it or not was no longer of any value in Jian Ziyan's heart.
Jian Ziyan no longer tried to struggle, but waited calmly with fear for what was going to happen to him. He gave up on himself, and he also gave up on him.
Yin Yao opened his lips with difficulty, but closed them weakly.
What could he say? His importance in Jian Ziyan's heart might not even be as important as a mobile phone.
…
Jian Ziyan's mood has obviously stabilized since he got the cell phone. The treatment, which he originally refused to cooperate and could only be carried out with the help of sedatives, has also made progress. Although there is still no sign of cooperation, he is no longer averse to what others do.
He kept typing, even though he only had the use of one hand, and that hand wasn't very flexible.
"Since he attaches so much importance to the phone, then perhaps the breakthrough for treatment lies in that phone." The doctor stared at Jian Ziyan through the glass and muttered to himself, "After he falls asleep today, take out the phone and have a look."
Yin Yao asked hesitantly: "Wouldn't this be a bad idea?"
"Now is not the time to talk about privacy. What's more important, privacy or human life?" The doctor looked at him sternly. "Or can you find another way to let him communicate normally with others? Let him speak and tell us what's bothering him. It's better than using his cell phone."
Yin Yao was scolded so harshly that he dared not say anything more.
He knew that the doctor was unhappy about him irritating Jian Ziyan again, and it was indeed his fault.
The doctor calmed down and his tone returned to normal: "After these few days of treatment, I have made some judgments. Please come to my office with me."
Yin Yao followed the doctor into the office and was handed a large stack of information.
"This is all about fear disorder, take a look." The doctor said, "After knowing that he had been abused at home for many years, I had this suspicion, and now it is confirmed."
"Phobia." Yin Yao repeated the word and looked intently at the words that were cold but the explanations were shocking.
"To put it bluntly, this disease is a mental illness caused by living in an extremely repressive and fearful environment for many years. The clinical manifestations are usually anxiety, tension, uneasiness, avoidance, shrinking and other external manifestations, as well as language disorder, inability to organize language correctly, and some other symptoms that are equally likely to occur. At present, they all match the patient's condition one by one." The doctor said, "If I am not mistaken, in addition to physical violence, the patient should have suffered mental abuse for a long time, which is why his condition is so serious now."
Yin Yao raised his head in astonishment and looked at the doctor blankly.
"This child has been ill for a long time, but there has been no intervention or treatment." The doctor didn't notice his expression, but sighed to himself. He couldn't help but scolded him regardless of his status, "What kind of parent can hurt their own child to this extent? Was he really not picked up?"
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