187: C187 Mental Hospital

C187 Mental Hospital

The next day, Han Yuxi and I rehearsed for the entire morning. We were still absent-minded and could not calm down and perform seriously.

Han Yuxi frowned and asked, "Zhong Hao, Do you have something on your mind? "I can't concentrate all morning. When filming, you might get scolded by Vice Director Yan and Su Rongqing. "

"I know. I will do my best in the afternoon."

In the afternoon, the situation improved a lot. I forced myself not to think about Loo Xintong and put all my energy into the performance.

In addition to Han Yuxi's careful reminders and pointers, the individual performance was already very good.

In the evening, I treated Han Yuxi to a meal.

During the meal, Han Yuxi asked, "Zhong Hao, you must have something on your mind. Otherwise, you wouldn't act like this. Can you tell me what it is?"

"I'm really fine." I sighed. "It's just that I had some conflict with my girlfriend. I will handle it well and not affect my work."

After I returned to the hotel that night, I finally could not help but call Loo Xintong.

However, I could not get through to the phone. Clearly, I had been blacklisted by Loo Xintong. For a moment, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, a piece of news appeared on Tencent News. A martial arts grandmaster! Jin Yong had passed away from the world and was 94 years old.

I liked Mr. Jin Yong a lot since I was young. I read his martial arts novels and his dramas.

When I was young, I would fantasize about the life in the martial arts world.

I didn't expect that he would pass away just like that.

In addition to the problem with Loo Xintong, it made my heart feel even heavier and uncomfortable.

Of course, I am not the only one who heard the news of old mister Jin Yong's death.

That night, many people were mourning for old mister Jin Yong, including another person.

In the northern outskirts of A City, in Qingshan mental hospital.

A beautiful and thin woman was sitting by the hospital bed, staring blankly at the news about Jin Yong's death.

"Why did he leave just like that? My favorite wuxia writer." Vivian said to herself.

Originally, killing someone would result in a sentence of imprisonment. However, the police found out that she had a mild personality disorder and sent her here.

But Vivian always felt that she was not sick. She only knew how to sleepwalk at night.

Of course, this was also a good ending. At least she did not need to think about anything here.

The patients in the hospital were all very kind. There were all kinds of patients who came here to treat, not just schizophrenic patients.

There were also depression, mania, anxiety, and so on.

Because the patients in the ward area she was in were all patients with the ability to take care of themselves, so they were open-minded.

She could often see people walking in the corridor, or chatting and watching television in the activity area.

Vivian would observe their actions and expressions when she was bored and felt that it was very interesting.

There were people singing and dancing in the corridor every day. There were also people who were silent and there were also people who would quietly stare at Vivian.

If Vivian was also staring at each other, she could totally look at each other for an entire afternoon.

She would take what she saw and what she thought of, take the paper and pen, and write it on the paper and keep it as a material for future compositions.

Even if her mental state was a little bad, Vivian still yearned for a pure love.

When she lived in Zhong Hao's house, she gradually fell in love with that young man who was about the same age as her.

Even if Zhong Hao did not accept her love in the end and even called the police to arrest her and ended up in such a state, Vivian still did not have the slightest intention of blaming the other party.

In the hospital, receiving check-ups and treatment every day was very boring and boring.

Until she saw the news report of Mr. Jin Yong's death on television, it made her move and even made her feel extremely depressed.

She liked to write mystery horror novels and even arranged better skills for the main characters in the books. This was also because she liked to read Mr. Jin Yong's novels when she was young.

She still remembered that on the day her parents were in a car accident, she was in high school and was secretly reading Jin Yong's novels in class. In the end, she was caught red-handed by the form teacher.

The form teacher called her parents and found out that her parents had died in a car accident.

Ever since then, her personality had become more and more inferior. She had become less and less fond of talking to people and only immersed herself in her own world.

There was also the novel and her company.

Because she had an extreme respect for Mr. Jin Yong.

At this moment, she was sitting by the bed and couldn't help but cry.

When two doctors came in to examine her, she was indifferent as well.

During the examination, Vivian wiped her tears and said, "Jin Yong passed away. Do you know?"

"I know. What's wrong?" The female doctor asked.

"Why are you still so indifferent when you know that?" Vivian was a little angry. She felt that the two of them were cold-blooded animals.

The male doctor frowned. He knew that this was the precursor to Vivian's illness.

So he decisively injected her with a tranquilizer.

Vivian immediately fell asleep. When she woke up, there was a female nurse beside her and asked how she felt.

"It's... it's okay. It's just that my head is a little dizzy." Vivian said.

"It's okay. I guess it's because I slept for a long time."

"Nurse, may I ask when I can go out?" Vivian asked.

"As long as you cooperate with our treatment and confirm that your illness is cured, you can go out."

Vivian said "Oh" and was a little depressed.

She then said, "Can I give my family a call?"

"Which one?" The nurse asked.

"Zhong Hao is my best friend." Vivian said.

The nurse thought for a while and finally agreed to her request.

She had a good memory. Although some time had passed, she could still remember Zhong Hao's phone number very clearly.

Of course, it was not only Zhong Hao's phone number. She could almost remember everyone's number in her contact list.2

So she quickly dialed the number.

I just woke up in the morning and received an unknown number.

I picked up the phone and heard a familiar voice. "Zhong Hao, is that you?"

I was stunned for a while and did not remember who it was. I asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Vivian. How did you forget me?"

I was shocked. "Where... where are you? How can you call me?"

"I'm in the hospital. I used the nurse's phone to call you." Vivian smiled. "How have you been recently? I just wanted to say that I miss you a little."

"Are you in a mental hospital?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath. Originally, Loo Xintong's matter had already made me very distressed. I really did not expect Vivian to actually call me at this time after killing someone.

Although I sympathize with her experience and have a good impression of her, she is after all a mental patient and even killed someone.

Talking to her makes me feel a chill down my spine.

"I'm sorry. I caused you to be in this environment, but I think it's a good thing for you. You should actively cooperate with the treatment and try to get out of the hospital as soon as possible."

"Well, actually, I don't blame you. What you did was right. When I recover, "Come out and play with you. When the time comes, please don't dislike me!"

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