Chapter 113 Nightmare
The huge living room was silent.
Even Ah Xiu put away his tail and stayed silently beside Shi Yin, not daring to disturb the doctor.
Time passes by every second.
The doctor felt the patient's pulse over and over again.
"Madam, have you had a poor appetite recently?"
"yes."
"Do you have a lot of dreams when you sleep?"
"Um."
"The temperature in Beijing dropped around the New Year. Did you catch a cold?"
Hearing this, Han Zhan next to him interrupted: "Does soaking in cold water count?"
"Okay." Doctor Fang nodded.
After several inquiries, Doctor Fang withdrew his pulse and said simply, "Madam, you have insufficient Qi and blood. You spent so much time soaking in cold water during this chilly spring day that the cold has entered your system. Furthermore, you've been putting too much energy into work lately, overthinking, which has damaged your heart Qi."
This result was just as Shi Yin expected.
Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis cannot accurately diagnose her mental illness.
She pulled down her sleeves, silently retracted her outstretched arms, and held them tightly in front of her.
"Sir, I'm not a trained Chinese medicine practitioner, so there might be some discrepancies in my diagnosis. To be on the safe side, I suggest you go to the hospital for a full-body checkup when you have time."
"OK."
"Then I'll be out first."
"Hard."
Han Zhan sent Dr. Fang out of the living room and came back. Shi Yin was stroking Ah Xiu's fur. It was very obedient. She just gave it a look and it obediently returned to its nest.
Arrogant in front of everyone.
Disobedient.
He was also rebellious towards his savior.
But towards Shi Yin, he was completely docile. He didn't bark or put on airs, but instead waggled his tail wildly towards her, even moaning coquettishly. Even at such a big age, he still acted cute, not even feeling embarrassed.
Han Zhan kicked the carpet where Ah Xiu had been sitting before.
He stood over there by himself.
He naturally grasped Shi Yin's shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "Wife, free up a day and I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup. You really can't stay up all night working on the design. You've lost all your color."
Shi Yin nodded.
She pursed her lips and didn't answer.
…
It's late at night.
The moonlight crept in through the window and fell on the bed.
The person on the bed curled up, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands. Cold sweat broke out from her furrowed brows and kept sliding down her fair face.
Shi Yin was trapped on a high cliff.
There is a bottomless abyss under your feet.
There was thick fog all around.
"Shi Yin? Isn't she that unlucky star of disaster?"
"Her parents don't like her."
"No one in the Shi family looks up to her."
"How dare you steal my sister's things at such a young age? Stand outside and don't come in until you admit your mistake!"
"It's snowing so hard and it's so cold at night. The second young lady can't hold on any longer."
"If she doesn't admit to stealing Qinghe's things and admits her mistake, she won't be allowed into the house! Even if she freezes to death, she won't be allowed in!"
"If I had known she had an unlucky fate and would bring trouble to her family, I should have given her away when she was born."
"Why was it Qinghe who broke her leg instead of Shiyin? It would have been better if it was Shiyin who was paralyzed in a wheelchair."
"Shi Yin, why have you become so selfish now? Qing He lost his legs because of you. I'm doing all this to pay off your debt! Stop being unreasonable! You're becoming more and more mean!"
Chaotic voices came from all directions, and every word carried a thousand-pound weight that could break her bones and make her breathless.
Shi Yin stumbled, looking up and around, trying to avoid the attacks. She wanted to find a support point, a wall, a tree, or a rock, anything to hold on to and catch her breath.
But there is nothing around.
No one helped her.
A white light suddenly shone down from above, and Shi Qinghe's figure emerged from the hazy mist. She was dressed gorgeously, exquisitely, and with a superior air. She was smiling, a smile of contempt: "Yinyin, I've always said that you are superfluous in this world."
Immediately following.
Many figures appeared one after another.
Shi Tianhong: "Naturally, all the family property will be left to Qinghe."
Cheng Lan: "I wish I hadn't given birth to Shi Yin back then. Then Qing He's leg wouldn't have been injured."
Song Sinian: "Pursuing Shi Yin was originally a gamble. Who would like a quiet, cold, and unlucky person? Qing He is much better than her."
Shi Yin retreated step by step.
She felt as if millions of ants were gnawing at her flesh, the pain making her sweat profusely. She looked down at the abyss, thinking that jumping into it would free her.
No.
She doesn't want to die.
Shi Yin quickly took several steps, moving away from the cliff. She raised her head, gazing at the unfathomable sky, and earnestly hoped that a kind-hearted god would reach out and give her a hand, just a small push.
immortal.
god--
In panic, she caught a glimpse of a figure. Shi Yin immediately turned her head and looked at Han Zhan who had walked out of the white mist. She subconsciously raised her foot and ran towards him with all her strength: "Han Zhan, save me, they all want me to die——"
Before he finished speaking.
The man who was standing nearby reached out and pushed her hard.
Trusting him so completely that she was completely unprepared, Shi Yin was flung outward, falling into a bone-chilling abyss. Her eyes widened, staring at Han Zhan standing above her with an expression of vengeance. He smiled, a smile as sarcastic and cold as everyone else's: "You made the same mistake once, and you're still making it again. You're hopelessly stupid!"
…
Shi Yin suddenly opened her eyes.
His wide-open black pupils stared at the white ceiling.
The air touched her skin, and the pain seeped into every pore, permeating her entire body. She curled up, biting her dry lips tightly, the veins in her temples gradually bulging from the pain.
I really can't hold on any longer.
She struggled to reach for the letter opener on the bedside table and, without hesitation, stabbed it into her arm. Bright red blood splattered, soaking the sleeve of her silk pajamas. She twisted the letter opener furiously until the blade dug into the hard bone.
The mental pain is reduced.
Feel the pain of the wound.
Shi Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief. The letter opener slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a thud. She ignored her bloodied hands and took the medicine bottle, poured out a handful of medicine, and swallowed the blood mixed with the rusty taste.
Shi Yin collapsed on the bed.
She greedily took deep breaths of air, sucking it into her lungs and breathing it out heavily, trying to prove in this way that she was still alive and connected to this world.
The clock on the wall keeps ticking.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shi Yin regained some strength and slowly sat up. She first went to the bathroom to take a shower and simply bandaged the eroded wound on her arm. Then she cleaned the messy bedroom, wiped away the blood, and put the letter opener back in its place, as if the self-harm had never happened.
She couldn't sleep.
Afraid of dreaming.
Have a nightmare.
Shi Yin nestled into the chaise longue by the window, staring blankly at the birds circling low in the night sky for a long time. She picked up her phone and sent a message to her assistant: "Book the earliest flight today. I'm going to Milan for Fashion Week on behalf of the company."
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