Chapter 68 Life's Jokes Have No Bounds
The rain continued, and the sky was shrouded in gray clouds, creating a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.
Outside the psychiatric clinic.
Fu Hanchuan sat quietly on a chair outside the door, holding the summarized inspection report.
Occasionally, he would glance up at the closed door in front of him, but most of the time he would stare blankly at the long list of diseases on the test report in his hand.
Gastric ulcer, duodenal ulcer, weakened immunity, chronic pneumonia, lumbar spine injury after lumbar trauma, lumbar spine misalignment, abdominal nerve damage, multiple injuries to abdominal organs, old leg bone injuries, impaired cardiopulmonary function, and chronic anemia.
Perhaps because it was a weekday, students and office workers didn't have much time, so there were hardly any people outside the psychiatric ward, and the corridor was unusually quiet.
Only the occasional footsteps of a nurse could be heard, rain pattering against the windowpanes, and heavy, suppressed breathing was particularly noticeable in the corridor.
About two hours later, a clear female voice came from the examination room: "Family members may come in."
Fu Hanchuan quickly stood up and, as he pushed open the door, his eyes eagerly searched for Wen Yanyu's figure.
Wen Yanyu sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped on her knees. Her face was deathly pale, and she exuded a sickly weariness and lifelessness.
Hearing the noise, perhaps they were just tired after four days of examinations.
Wen Yanyu looked up at him listlessly, but only for a moment before her head drooped down again, exhausted.
Fu Hanchuan frowned with heartache and walked over to sit down next to Wen Yanyu.
She naturally took his hand.
Are you cold?
Wen Yanyu gently shook her head.
But his hands were frighteningly cold.
Fu Hanchuan didn't press further. He took the boy's hand in his palm and gently rubbed his cold, slender hand.
After Tao Qingyue finished organizing the documents, she turned to look at the two of them.
After chatting for two hours, Wen Yanyu looked listless and dejected.
Tao Qingyue softened her expression, stood up and walked to the two of them, and said gently, "Yan Yu, I need to talk to your family member alone now. Would you like to sit on the bench in the corridor outside for a while? It will only take twenty minutes at most, and it will be over soon."
Tao Qingyue said this to both of them, but her gaze remained fixed on the boy.
Meeting the woman's reassuring gaze, Wen Yanyu nodded and prepared to leave.
Fu Hanchuan quickly took off his long coat.
"The aisle is a bit cold."
Fu Hanchuan bent down and wrapped the coat around Wen Yanyu, then pulled the collar of the coat tighter to make sure he wouldn't get the cold wind on his skin before gently instructing, "Sweetie, I'll be out soon. Don't run around. We'll go home together when I'm out."
"Hmm." Wen Yanyu responded simply, her eyes still lowered, her mind foggy and unable to react much.
Until they were led to sit down on a bench outside the passageway.
My brain still hasn't quite processed what's happening.
The autumn rainy season is inherently damp and oppressive, and the gloomy weather only makes it harder to cheer up; the corridor is filled with a depressing silence.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes and absentmindedly bit the soft flesh inside her mouth.
To be fair, this doctor was incredibly approachable. With a little guidance, he almost opened up the other person's heart, and unconsciously began to describe his daily life to him, some fragmented things that he could barely manage to say.
But the process of passively recalling the past is really unpleasant, like peeling off all the old scabs and exposing the festering wound inside to the cold wind.
Countless sharp needles, formed from flesh and blood, pierced back and forth between the brain and the heart.
It wasn't very painful for him, but the subtle, persistent torment was impossible to ignore.
Sometimes my brain feels foggy, sometimes it's just soreness from sleep, and sometimes it's a sharp pain like being hit by a heavy hammer.
That dull, oppressive ache spread slowly from the top of his head to his entire body, making him want to scream and want to end it all.
The pain that didn't subside after taking the painkiller was telling him that it was just his imagination and that he wasn't actually in that much pain.
Wen Yanyu, this is fake.
Before escaping the cycle of reincarnation, he wanted to live. He had no energy to think about anything other than freedom. Freedom and family were the ropes that held him together and his only motivation to live.
But after escaping the cycle of reincarnation, after returning to his own world, after he removed the illusion he had woven himself, the world gradually became empty in his eyes.
My muscles were sore and aching all over, and my fingers were trembling uncontrollably, so much so that I couldn't support myself on the handrail.
Insufficient endorphin secretion after damage to the nervous system leads to an inability to relieve pain, making the pain even more agonizing.
The damp, cold rain seeped into my bones, seeped into my heart, heavy and suffocating.
Wen Yanyu looked down at his feet in a daze, and rainwater fell through the glass and into his feet.
They gradually gathered into a small lake, slowly rising, rising, rising...
It gradually overwhelmed him.
It devoured him little by little.
Wen Yanyu was momentarily dazed, his consciousness gradually being submerged in the rain.
With a creak, the door in front of us opened.
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