Chapter 39 Rabbit in PTSD
"Little Fish!" Lu Mingxu exclaimed.
Duan Mufeng quickly helped the person up from the ground, and was about to carry him on his back when the weight in his hands startled him.
So light...
Without thinking too much, he simply picked the person up and ran into the house.
【Bunny, ahhhhh!!! 】
[Holy crap, why did he faint?]
[After being caught in the rain for so long, and with the wind so strong, he's probably got a fever.]
[Laughs, isn't he a guy? His physical condition is terrible. He's just trying to create some weird persona to get attention.]
[Well, Wen Yanyu is trying to find her child, there's no need for her to be so aggressive.]
[He wasn't the only one who went up the mountain, why is he playing the victim? LOL.]
【？？？】
[Is this idiot? Why are the comments on the live stream so weird these past few days?]
A loud buzzing sound rang in her mind as Wen Yanyu lay weakly in the bedding.
Countless memories surged in my mind like a spinning wheel, the colors on my retina gradually faded, and my breathing grew weaker and weaker.
My memory is extremely confused; I can't hear anything and I can't tell where I am.
Amidst the surging pain, the thought of going home was incredibly strong, and I managed to stay upright and not completely faint.
Jiang Wanrou twirled the thermometer in her hand under the light. After seeing the number on it, she was still startled, even though she was prepared.
41.
Her long hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her delicate face had a sickly, decadent beauty, her cheeks were abnormally flushed, and her lips were so white that they seemed transparent.
The way the person looked at the bedside was hazy and confused, their fragile state almost broken, which was heartbreaking to see.
Jiang Keyan patted the boy's head. "Yan Yu, are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Yanyu didn't react, his gaze wandering aimlessly as he stared blankly at her.
His eyes seemed to have lost their color, turning a grayish hue.
Jiang Keyan bit her lip and couldn't help but peek outside.
Why hasn't the doctor arrived yet?
Duan Mufeng nervously bit his nails incessantly until Lu Mingxu scolded, "If you keep biting like that, your nails will be gone in a minute."
Duan Mufeng finally stopped what he was doing.
Several children ran out of the house when the adults returned, and now they are standing quietly in the room, looking at the person on the bed with concern.
Wang Jianhua, who was entrusted to look after the children, waved his hand and carried the children back to their respective homes one by one.
[Waaaaah, wife, waaaaah, wife, don't sleep! Waaaaah, damn production team! Why didn't they prepare a medical team?!]
The village chief went to find a doctor.
[Huh? He's really sick? I thought it was just part of the script.]
[Your face is burning up, and you're still talking about the script? You see the script in everything you read, huh?]
[Damn it! This poor high school senior just got home from school, and my bunny looks like this! Waaaaah, my bunny, my bunny!]
[If this patient with a fever of 41°C doesn't get vaccinated, something serious might happen.]
Just then.
Wang Youdao walked in from outside, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box.
The man came in and, without saying a word, went to the bedside, opened the medicine box, took out a small needle, and drew out the medicine.
“Roll up his sleeves.”
"Okay, I'll help you." Duan Mufeng stepped forward and helped Wen Yanyu up, then pulled up Wen Yanyu's sleeve.
Just as he was about to look up, Duan Mufeng's mind went blank for a moment when his gaze met the forearm, and his movements froze in a visible manner.
"Hurry up, let me give him the injection first," the doctor urged impatiently.
Jiang Wanrou turned her head to look, her pupils contracting sharply in surprise.
All that could be seen were shocking stitched-up scars stretching across the boy's fair arms.
Slightly upwards from the wrist, there are traces of sutures, one after another, crisscrossing each other. The messy suture marks barely reveal the original depth of the scars.
The entire arm looked as if it had been completely taken over by some kind of insect.
The doctor, who had finished preparing the medicine, looked up at the scene and his eyes widened slightly. "Is this kid thinking about something drastic?"
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
Lu Mingxu stared at the scars for a long time, and an indescribable heartache welled up from the bottom of his heart, so painful that he could hardly breathe.
[...]
What the heck?!
[Baby! Baby, what did you do?!]
[This scar looks so old, so back then he was in the mountains, it really wasn't because of Fu Hanchuan.]
[I suddenly remembered him holding that shard of metal at noon, completely unfazed by the pain. I thought he was just insensitive to pain, but it turns out he's... used to it? It's kind of a ridiculous joke...]
[How scary! This wound looks so strange.]
[zc forum...]
[I don't think so. ZC wouldn't go that far. I'm not kidding. The extent of the stitching... if he really did it himself, he'd probably have a third of his arm gone. It looks like a third party did it.]
The doctor managed to find a suitable spot, did some simple disinfection, and was just about to give the injection.
As if sensing something, the person on the bed let out a terrified scream.
She forcefully broke free of her restrained hands, and her body rolled against the side wall of the bed with the inertia, curling up into a small ball.
The village doctor was startled when his glasses were knocked off.
Jiang Wanrou leaned inside, trying to pull Wen Yanyu out: "Yanyu! Yanyu! Don't be afraid, Yanyu, come out quickly, the doctor is giving you an injection, come out quickly, you'll be fine after the injection."
In stark contrast to her initial docile and quiet demeanor, Wen Yanyu curled up into a ball, her body trembling uncontrollably, and screamed in despair, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I don't want a shot! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"
"I want to go home! Don't touch me! I don't want a shot! I don't want to!"
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events. After they came to their senses, they reached out to pull him out, managing to manage to get him out of the way.
Wen Yanyu refused to cooperate at all, struggling desperately to break free of her restraints, causing chaos in the room.
"Yan Yu! Don't be afraid!"
"Little fish, don't move around, this is for healing!"
Burned to the point of unconsciousness, Wen Yanyu couldn't distinguish who was around her, and the physical memories etched by fear were fully awakened.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, tears streamed down her face, and her voice was hoarse from screaming: "No, no! I want to go home! Don't touch me! Please let me go! Save me! It hurts! Let me go..."
Wen Yanyu shook her head unconsciously, crying harder and harder, her gaze drifting to the small knife used to prescribe medicine.
Wen Yanyu reached out and grabbed the knife, pressed it against his neck, and raised his hand to stab.
"Wen Yanyu!" Lu Mingxu's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't care about anything else, he pried the knife open and threw it aside forcefully.
"Hiss." The knife sliced across his palm, and Lu Mingxu gasped in pain.
"Brother Lu!" Sang Yu rushed forward, only to be pushed away by the other party.
"I'm fine."
Duan Mufeng and Lu Mingxu, one holding down Wen Yanyu's legs and the other holding down his hands, barely managed to restrain him and pin him firmly to the bed.
"Let me go...home...it hurts, it hurts, help me, ah, I want to go home, home, ah..." Wen Yanyu cried, her whole body trembling, struggling and begging for mercy, her voice so hoarse that it was completely distorted.
"Quickly give him the injection!" Duan Mufeng turned around and said to the stunned doctor.
The injection was finally administered.
My head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to explode, and I had completely lost the ability to distinguish between reality and memory.
All colors faded from the retina, the faces of those around me became a blur, and the anxious cries were distorted into eerie nursery rhymes.
"Little bunny, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in."
The eerie male voice and the sound of chains crashing to the ground seemed to echo right next to my ears.
"Little bunny, don't cry."
In a blood-red landscape, a song began, and a pair of leather shoes walked slowly towards us, stepping over countless pieces of flesh.
The man gave a short laugh.
An overwhelming, excruciating pain swept over him, as if the bones in his body had been shattered by the backlash of energy. The fear and the physical pain completely overwhelmed him.
Wen Yanyu opened her lips trembling, and the sound uncontrollably escaped her throat, like the last scream of a rabbit before it died, filled with terror and despair.
No one knew what had happened, but just listening to it made their hearts tremble.
"Yan Yu, don't be afraid, it's alright, it's alright, it's just a shot, Yan Yu, be good." Jiang Wanrou hugged the trembling boy tightly and kept comforting him: "Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you, Yan Yu, don't be afraid."
Jiang Keyan held back her tears, then suddenly saw the photographer still filming and shoved him away.
"Stop taking pictures!"
The photographer, who was pushed out the door, remained silent for a long time and did not go back in; the live stream remained black.
[Holy crap, what on earth happened?]
This... sounds like a PTSD attack.
What is that?
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) usually occurs after severe physical or psychological trauma, followed by a series of panic reactions in similar scenarios or under specific triggering conditions. I feel that Wen Yanyu likely has this condition; it really seems very similar.
[This isn't acting, is it?]
[If this is acting, he could win Best Actor. I saw his legs and hands spasming and twitching. If they keep filming, he'll probably suffer from respiratory alkali poisoning; the physiological reactions are already showing.]
[Oh my god, I almost couldn't breathe while watching that!]
It's just a shot! It can't be that serious!
The doctor who had given the injection was taken away by the village chief.
Sang Yu was pushed out by Lu Mingxu.
Jiang Keyan, who had been dragged out by Duan Mufeng, had a dark face. She punched the man with her backhand and went back inside.
Just when everyone in the live stream thought the broadcast was about to end, the screen lit up again and the indoor camera started working.
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