Chapter 152 Frankness
At that time.
Downstairs in the inpatient department.
The draft blew on Song Sinian. The man paced back and forth and walked straight to the elevator. Before he could press the button, he was stopped by two bodyguards.
On the day Shi Yin was in a coma and hospitalized, he received the news and rushed over. When he got downstairs, he was stopped. They said, "Mr. Han has instructed that you cannot come in!"
He came every day after that.
But I can't go up.
I can't see Shi Yin.
After taking a few glances at the burly bodyguard in front of him, Song Sinian tried to mediate: "I heard Yinyin woke up. I was just worried about her. I just wanted to go to the ward to visit her. I'll leave when I see she's okay."
"The best medical team in the country is waiting outside Miss Shi's ward, and Mr. Han is personally guarding the room. Even if something happens, it's not your turn as an outsider to take care of it!"
The bodyguard spoke in a stern voice.
It was as if he was going to attack if he didn't leave.
Song Sinian didn't have the energy to fight Han Er head-on, having just suffered a heart attack from running into him at the Royal Theatre. He took a few steps back, glanced up at Shi Yin's floor, and reluctantly turned away.
The phone vibrated.
A string of text messages from an unfamiliar number.
Song Sinian glanced at it casually and was about to close it when the words "Shi Yin" caught his eye. He clicked back in and carefully examined the line: "Shi Yin is ill. She has depression and emotional stress disorder."
Song Sinian suddenly clenched his phone.
My heart suddenly tightened.
She is sick.
Mental illness.
Song Sinian remembered Shi Yin as a solitary yet resilient person, with a delicate, innocent appearance, yet a heart so cold it was difficult to warm. How could someone so cold and apathetic suffer from emotional distress? Depression? Song Sinian didn't dare to attribute these three words to Shi Yin.
But.
She has indeed been in the hospital for almost ten days.
The Lu family summoned all the famous doctors from home and abroad with great fanfare, and the best medical teams gathered in the capital, just to save her. If she wasn't terminally ill, why would such a large-scale event be necessary?
Song Sinian looked up again at the window above where Shi Yin lived. When had she become ill? How could she be so seriously ill? Sick enough to be hospitalized?
The phone vibrated again.
It was from the same unfamiliar number: "You're obsessed with Shi Yin and want her to come back to you, right? Cooperate with me, and I can make your wish come true!"
…
The evening breeze is gentle.
The orange-yellow glow of the sunset shone into the room and fell beside Shi Yin.
After she praised the beauty of Mr. Han's braids, Mr. Han immediately demonstrated his skills. He took a walnut comb, combed her long hair, and expertly tied her hair into a lazy fishbone braid.
Tie the end with the pink bunny hair tie.
Very beautiful.
Shi Yin touched her braided hair that drooped over her shoulder and decided to get out of bed to watch the sunset. As soon as she lifted the covers, the wolfhound lying under the bed poked its head out, frowning and leaning towards her, its worry evident.
When she woke up, she saw Ash lying there.
The tile floor was cold, so she asked it to lie down on the carpet, but the dog refused and insisted on staying by her side. Shi Yin reached out and patted its head, saying, "I'm fine. Get out of bed and walk around."
"Hmm~"
"Don't worry, Ang."
“Ouch~”
Ash wagged his tail.
The large claws hooked onto her slippers and moved towards her feet.
Shi Yin put on her shoes, her limbs a little stiff as she lifted her feet. The dog clung to her legs, silently supporting her. She grasped the railing at the end of the bed and walked to the balcony bathed in the sunset.
There is a double chair here.
Shi Yin sat down, Ah Xiu obediently squatting beside her legs. She looked at the white clouds in the distance. The clouds were rimmed with a circle of gold, and dazzling light burst out from the gaps. She picked up her phone, took a few photos horizontally, and sent them to Han Zhan.
The other party replied immediately:
"Out of 10, my wife's photography skills are 12 out of 10."
“It’s so beautiful!”
"()Great!"
After he finished tying her hair, he left the ward. He said the meal the housekeeper had sent was cold, so he went to the Chinese restaurant to buy something hot. Shi Yin typed and replied, "Have you bought dinner?"
"Oh."
"Are you coming back?"
"We're almost at the hospital gate, wife."
"Don't look at your phone while driving, look carefully at the road." Shi Yin said.
"That won't do. Even if I'm flying a plane, if my wife sends me a message, I have to read it and reply immediately. I can't waste even a second! What should I do, honey? I've only been out for ten minutes and I'm already missing you. If only I could fly, I could snap my fingers and be right beside you!"
Shi Yin was amused by him.
Eyebrows raised.
The scallion-white fingers tapped the keyboard again and replied: "Be careful."
He replied with a few more messages, adding a cute emoji. Shi Yin was used to saving his pictures, so when she saw a new one, she saved it immediately.
Exit the WeChat chat box.
Shi Yin sat idly on the love chair for a while, feeling a bit bored. She opened a video app, intending to continue watching the Stephen Chow comedy she hadn't finished. Then, a social news report popped up on her phone, and the eye-catching headline caught her eye: "Woman Concealed Medical Condition Before Marriage, Divorce Awarded!"
She clicked on it.
Finished reading this report.
It basically tells the story of a couple who, before getting married, the woman concealed the fact that she had cancer. After marriage, the hospitalization expenses were too high, and the husband was dissatisfied and filed a lawsuit. The court ruled for divorce in the first instance and the woman was ordered to pay 250,000 yuan in compensation.
There are a lot of comments below.
Shi Yin glanced over and saw someone say, "If you have any problems, you should tell them before marriage. Hiding them is deceiving, and one day they will be exposed."
"The cancer cases you see in the news aren't the worst. The worst are the mentally ill. My uncle met a pretty girl on a blind date. After dating for a few months, they paid the betrothal gift and got married. But less than six months into the marriage, it turned out she had a violent temper! She made the house a mess, and my uncle was driven to a trance by her. He had to be hospitalized for a long time before he recovered."
"Both parties must be transparent before getting married. This is not only a matter of morality, but also a legal requirement. Especially for mental illnesses like depression, concealing them is illegal."
"It's really unlucky for anyone to marry someone with a condition like emotional stress disorder. Not to mention the money spent on medication and the constant attacks, just the atmosphere of the marriage is such that you'd be lucky not to be driven insane by her."
"If you ask me, people with depression shouldn't get married."
"Don't harm normal people!"
"Put yourself in their shoes. Would you want to be with someone who's silent, gloomy, and sad all day? People get married, of course, to be with someone who's cheerful and outgoing. It's to make life better, not to make themselves miserable."
Comments flashed across Shi Yin's eyes one after another.
As if sensing her emotions, Ash stood up, rubbed his big furry head against her hand, and slapped his paw against her phone, blocking the screen so she couldn't see it.
"Hmm~"
Ash frowned.
As if asking her what's wrong.
Shi Yin gently smoothed its fur, indicating that she was fine. At this moment, the bedroom door opened. Those who didn't see Han Zhan heard his familiar voice first: "Wife? I'm back from hunting. Hmm? Where's my beautiful wife? Where did she go?"
The sound is close.
Shi Yin looked up and saw Han Zhan's handsome face in the afterglow of the sunset. He bought food from the Chinese restaurant and also brought a super large rainbow lollipop, which was bigger than her face, and stuffed it into Shi Yin's hand.
"Wife, come in and eat."
"Honey, there's a new chef at the Chinese restaurant. He's said to make even better pork ribs with preserved plum sauce."
"Wife, try this candy. I saw a lot of kids lining up to buy it, so I bought one for you too."
"Wife—"
"Han Zhan." Shi Yin interrupted him and stopped. She looked up at him, meeting his affectionate and tender eyes. She hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking: "I'm sick, but I didn't tell you the truth on the day we got the marriage certificate. I'm taking medicine, but sometimes I still lose control of my emotions."
She said.
Pinch the edge of the sleeve.
She took several deep breaths, and under Han Zhan's gaze, she slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing little by little the scars that she had hidden and thought were extremely ugly.
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