Chapter 024 Chapter 24
The speed of time flowing in reality is different from that in the mental picture.
They stayed in Huo Qingyu's mental image for a day and a half, almost two days, but in reality only three hours had passed.
When Xia Meng woke up, she found herself lying on a bed in a ward.
In the double room, Ou Xu was still lying on the bed on the left side of the next room, soundly sleeping.
Li Zhou is missing, probably moved out.
Xia Meng had heard from Ou Xu before that unconscious sentries would usually be isolated.
There is a high probability that Li Zhou is now being locked up in the sentry isolation area together with Huo Qingyu.
She sat up from the bed and rubbed her aching forehead.
"No, I have to go see Huo Qingyu first..."
Xia Meng was a little concerned about Huo Qingyu's situation.
She had to admit that her method of finding the door was a bit too simple and crude. If Wang Xiangyi knew that she treated a bipolar patient in such an extreme way, he might punish her by making her write a 10,000-word self-criticism.
Thinking of this, she didn't delay and got out of bed.
She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn to work in the morning, and her work jacket was placed on the bedside table.
She simply grabbed her clothes and walked out.
The corridor outside was quiet, with almost no one to be seen.
Xia Meng didn't think much about it and went straight to the sentry isolation area.
The isolation area is also arranged in the same way as the inpatient area.
She searched each ward one by one and soon found the one where Huo Qingyu was.
The sentries were kept in solitary confinement.
Huo Qingyu lived in a single room. He was obviously sent in at the same time as her and Ou Xu. He had already been changed into a hospital gown and had an IV drip on his hand, which seemed to contain a sedative or something.
Xia Meng felt deeply moved. The people at the guide center were very perceptive and could tell who was sick at a glance.
She didn't hesitate and pushed the door open.
Huo Qingyu seemed to have woken up as well.
As soon as Xia Meng came in, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
Xia Meng walked to the bedside and looked at him with lowered eyes.
At this moment, Huo Qingyu's eyes were clear and gentle, very similar to the time in the counseling room.
Huo Qingyu sat up.
Xia Meng spoke first, curling her lips: "Mr. Huo, do you still remember who I am?"
Huo Qingyu raised his eyes and looked at her, his light-colored eyes calm.
After a long moment, he nodded, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "I remember."
Xia Meng asked gently, "Do you remember what happened in the mental picture?"
Huo Qingyu: "...I still remember them all."
Xia Meng's tone sounded like a doctor examining a patient.
In fact, it’s pretty close.
She followed the standard procedure for a psychiatric exam and asked questions about thinking, perception, attention, consciousness, and memory.
Huo Qingyu seems to be in good condition.
However, in the past two days, he had experienced two manic and depressive episodes in his mental picture. Now that he was back in reality, the emotions he had experienced in the past two days were condensed into three hours. The multiple sequelae of the bipolar attack were now all superimposed on him. You can imagine how uncomfortable it must have been.
Xia Meng finally asked, "Do you know that you have bipolar disorder?"
This may sound a little ridiculous.
After all, his condition had become that serious.
But during the years that Xia Meng had been with Wang Xiangyi, she had come across many cases in which some patients, even when they were terminally ill, were still unwilling to believe that they were mentally ill.
They would rather think that they are too fragile and not strong enough to overcome the small difficulties in life.
Public figures like Huo Qingyu may be even more reluctant to accept mental diagnoses.
But Huo Qingyu nodded slightly.
He: "I know. My agent has arranged a psychiatrist for me."
Sadly, the doctor was unable to help him.
The premise of psychotherapy is that there must be mutual trust between the patient and the doctor.
Huo Qingyu failed to do this.
He felt that no one could understand his world.
He was unwilling to tell anyone about his past and his feelings.
Instead of undergoing psychotherapy, which he did not trust, he would rather visit the Black Tower more often every month.
At least, when he was receiving Ou Xu's guidance, he could find a moment of peace in his heart.
He did not open his spiritual vision to Ou Xu, but only let Ou Xu's spiritual power wander on the edge.
So he continued to sink into depravity day after day.
The mental picture gradually becomes distorted.
…
Xia Meng: "What about now? Are you willing to tell me?"
She pulled out a chair beside the bed and sat down.
Xia Meng stretched her limbs in a relaxed manner, her tone casual as a chat: "I saw your mother in your mental image. She must have had a great influence on you, right?"
Before entering, Xia Meng searched the Internet for information about Huo Qingyu.
His past information is not a secret.
He comes from a family with a strong artistic atmosphere. Both his parents are well-known dancers and have a high status in the domestic dance world.
This is why, at such a young age, Huo Qingyu has already received so much attention and praise from people in the circle.
He is born with superior genes and a starting point that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.
Huo Qingyu didn't answer. As he had said before, he didn't trust her.
He felt that she could not understand his spiritual world.
Xia Meng looked at him calmly.
Can't understand?
Maybe not.
It's a little unbelievable, but when Huo Qingyu's perception and consciousness, as well as his pain and struggle, entered her body, she felt that she understood him at that moment.
She has a natural talent for empathy.
At that moment, this intuition reached its peak, and she could even keenly perceive every change in his mood at that time.
——You were born for the stage and you will die for the stage.
The words on the mirror may be Huo Qingyu's annotation of his own life.
He has come to where he is today step by step amid everyone's expectations.
He felt like he was the bird without feet, having already taken off, and could only fly forever until the moment when he could no longer fly, and then face death calmly.
When exactly was that moment...?
Xia Meng looked into Huo Qingyu's eyes and asked word by word, "Every moment, right?"
There was not a moment when he didn't want to face death.
Under the dual effects of bipolar disorder and distorted mental images, certain wills have long been far beyond his control.
Huo Qingyu lowered his head.
Xia Meng put her hands in her pockets and leaned forward to stand up.
In fact, she came here not to force him to admit anything, nor to explore anything further.
She just came here... to make a small amends for her audacity at that time.
She said: "The solo dance had already ended, and the bird without legs had already met its end. And you, too, had already died once."
She raised her hand, pointed at his chest, and said, "Do you remember the knife I stabbed at this spot?"
Huo Qingyu's gaze fell on the place where her finger was pointing, and then he looked up at her in a daze.
Later, the feeling of being pierced through the heart by her mental power finally slowly emerged in his mind.
Being pierced by a knife should be extremely painful.
But the knife that pierced through him was her mental power.
The spiritual power of a guide is naturally endowed with the ability to comfort and heal.
The moment it pierced his heart, a powerful vitality flowed through his blood to his limbs and bones.
His mental picture was always gloomy and dark.
But wherever her spiritual power flows, light and warmth always follow.
Huo Qingyu was a little surprised.
He never knew that the guide's guidance could have such a powerful effect.
It swept away all his negative emotions.
This was something that had never happened to him before when he found other guides, including Ou Xu.
Xia Meng withdrew her hand and smiled gently at him: "You see, death is actually just like this. And you have landed safely on the ground."
You see, death is just like that.
It’s better to continue flying.
Huo Qingyu raised his head slightly and looked at her with clear eyes.
This female guide really impressed her.
Although he looks so young, his eyes are so determined and his actions are so decisive.
——So decisive that it is unbelievable.
Which psychiatrist would actively encourage a patient to die?
No, she was no longer instigating him. She didn't even have the patience to wait for him to do it himself, so she did it herself.
So domineering.
So domineering that it is fascinating.
Huo Qingyu asked her, "Can I ask you for help next time?"
As soon as he asked the question, Huo Qingyu felt a tingling sensation on his back and a chill.
He subconsciously looked towards the door and saw a strange young man leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking at him coldly.
If his eyes were like knives, he would have been cut into pieces.
That kind of invisible pressure is too oppressive.
Huo Qingyu got goosebumps all over his body.
Xia Meng was unaware of the man behind her.
She tilted her head and said bluntly, "Strictly speaking, today is my first day on the job. I'm just a newcomer. My counseling skills are far less skilled than Ou Xu's. From a professional perspective, I still suggest that you continue to seek counseling from him."
Huo Qingyu opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had done a good job before.
The knife she stabbed gave him an epiphany and a rebirth.
But the presence of the man at the door was too strong. When Huo Qingyu was about to say something, the desire to survive that had been dormant for many years suddenly emerged, forcing him to swallow back the words that he wanted to fight for it again.
At this time, Ou Xu's voice sounded from outside the door.
He walked in half-leaning against the wall and interrupted unhappily, "Mr. Huo, are you dissatisfied with me in some way?"
Under normal circumstances, Ou Xu would never speak to the sentry in such a tone.
After all, work is work, and you have to be polite to customers.
But he had been tortured badly in Huo Qingyu's mental image before, and he was full of resentment at this time.
Xia Meng looked Ou Xu up and down, and observed that he was probably fine, so she felt relieved.
Okay, both of them are fine.
Then she can leave.
She left the battlefield to Ou Xu, put her hands in her pockets, turned around and walked out.
Ou Xu's questioning voice came from behind, as if he was going to settle the score later.
Ou Xu: "Mr. Huo, can you explain? Why did you force me to dance all night long?"
Huo Qingyu: "I..."
Ou Xu: "May I ask when I have ever offended you?"
Huo Qingyu: “…No.”
Ou Xu: "Then what exactly are you dissatisfied with me?"
Huo Qingyu: "...Really not."
When Xia Meng walked out the door, she chuckled.
She caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye, and when she turned her head, she saw Li Zhou leaning against the wall outside the door.
She stopped and smiled at him, "Thank you for before."
Li Zhou looked at her quietly for a long time, and finally asked, "Won't you give me a physical examination?"
Xia Meng was startled: "What?"
Li Zhou tilted his head towards the ward and said, "You rushed to check on that person right after you woke up. Why didn't you check on me too?"
His tone sounded somewhat puzzled and aggrieved.
Xia Meng finally understood what he meant.
Could it be that he was feeling unbalanced? Did he think she only cared about Huo Qingyu and not him?
That's right, they are both sentinels. It's okay that Huo Qingyu is in her own mental image, but Li Zhou had risked his life to break into the territory of other sentinels to save her. It is reasonable for her to care about him.
Xia Meng smiled and said, "Okay. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? I'll take you for a full body checkup."
Li Zhou pursed his lips and said, "That's not necessary."
Xia Meng's weasel appeared again at this time.
Mental power gathered into a ball on her shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, the weasel poked its head out.
Xia Meng naturally raised her hand, took it into her arms, and touched its head.
Li Zhou lowered his eyes and watched her movements, thinking for a while.
A few seconds later, Xia Meng felt something pulling at her trouser legs.
When she looked down, she saw that it was Li Zhou's little cat, its two paws pulling at her pants, calling "Mimi Mimi" at her in a soft and thin voice.
As soon as Ergou in her arms saw the cat, he immediately made two "chirp" sounds, shook himself, and quickly turned back into spiritual power and dissipated into the air.
Xia Meng's arms felt empty.
She frowned and worried secretly.
Her dog is a little timid. Why is he afraid of cats?
Since her arms were empty, she simply bent down, picked up the cat, and skillfully placed it in her arms.
The cat is very small, not much bigger than her dog.
Xia Meng found it quite interesting: "I heard that the spirit bodies of high-level sentinels are basically birds of prey and beasts. Your little cutie is a bit different."
Li Zhou looked at the cat silently.
He nodded without blinking: "Yeah, it was born this small."
Cat: “…Meow!”
…
In the ward, Ou Xu and Huo Qingyu stared at each other.
Ou Xu stood by the bed, arms folded, looking down at him condescendingly. "I understand the logic, but why am I the heroine? Why am I dancing Swan Lake? There's a woman like Xia Meng, a living person, so why didn't you choose her? You chose me, did you do it on purpose?"
This question hits the nail on the head.
Huo Qingyu coughed a little embarrassedly: "I really didn't mean it. I just..."
Huo Qingyu recalled the scene at that time.
He couldn't explain it specifically at the moment, but he always felt that he couldn't get close to Xia Meng at that time.
At that time, it was not just Ou Xu and Xia Meng that were the two choices before him, but he had no choice.
If Xia Meng hadn't touched him later, he would have been unable to control her at all.
She seemed to be naturally covered with a layer of protective film, and no evil spirits could get close to her.
Huo Qingyu told the truth.
Ou Xu stared at him silently.
He was an A-level guide, and Xia Meng was a B-level guide. Huo Qingyu actually said that he couldn't control Xia Meng, so he had to control him——
Ou Xu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "...Do you think I believe it?"
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