Disasters sometimes come without warning, but the force they unleash is unprecedented in its terror.
At this moment, midsummer finally made a grand appearance at the banquet prepared for Lin Shicha.
It caressingly touched the girl, trying to alleviate her pain, but to no avail.
The shadows cast by the hot sun on the asphalt street swayed, the scorching breath of summer made people's throats sore. The cicadas' chirping was intermittent, mixed with Chi Xing's panting, the sweat in the air carried the scent of summer.
The girl in his arms seemed lifeless, her arms swayed with his frantic movements, the crimson liquid also floated in the air, hitting Chi Xing's white collar with the fast-moving air.
In fact, all his clothes were already soaked with blood.
In the school clinic, the unconscious person was placed on the bed, and the doctor hurried over to take a look: "What's wrong with her?" She had been bleeding from her nose and there was also blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Quickly open her mouth, otherwise there might be a risk of suffocation," the doctor said, and Chi Xing was already in a panic, helping to force open Lin Shicha's tightly closed mouth.
They shouldn't have opened it, as soon as they did, she started convulsing, her chest heaving, letting out indescribable groans.
Shenmo was at a loss, trembling and fumbling, he took out his phone and dialed 120. Bian Heng was holding Lin Shicha's hand, calling out her name repeatedly.
Huo Yinan stood still, looking as calm as ever, but his tone gave him away, "Is the call connected?" with a trace of a tremor in his voice, he asked Shenmo, who had made the call.
Once the call was connected, Shenmo urgently explained the situation and gave the address, asking for an ambulance to come quickly.
Chi Xing was already furious, "How could this happen, you told them to open her mouth."
The doctor didn't scold him upon seeing the situation, knowing that it was just excessive worry. He said, "This illness seems like a sudden-onset disease, not a minor one. Hurry and take her to the hospital."
"Cha Cha... Cha Cha..." Bian Heng lightly patted Lin Shicha's cheek, but she didn't respond. Bian Heng's mind was filled with thoughts, and suddenly, he murmured in disbelief: "I know, I know."
"What do you know?" Cheng Xing grabbed Bian Heng's collar.
"It's... multiple Haimer syndrome." Bian Heng's expression was indistinguishable between a smile and a cry. After struggling for a long time, he cried out, "I looked it up and found it to be a minor illness, easily cured, not serious at all. That's why I didn't think much when I saw the medicine bottle on Cha Cha's desk."
"I thought she would be okay!" Bian Heng pushed away Cheng Xing's hand, panting.
"And what happened! Why didn't you tell me!" Cheng Xing's eyes turned red, like a trapped beast.
The sound of the 120 emergency call became increasingly close, attracting the attention of the entire school. Especially when the ambulance arrived, the playground and the pathways around the teaching building were crowded with people.
But Cheng Xing seemed to hear nothing. He only heard Lin Shicha's weak breath and his own pounding heart.
This was the first time Cheng Xing truly felt fear.
Adolescents live in a world that is quite simple and pure, far from death, far from society, and even further from all kinds of oppressive and noisy atmosphere.
He never associated death with Lin Shicha, never.
But sometimes, the world is too cruel.
Cheng Xing still remembered their first encounter. It was the end of the summer a year ago. She wore a long-sleeved dress, a tender yellow, revealing her slender legs. She looked beautiful, as if she had planned it early on.
Others were afraid of her, but not her.
She asked him, "Are you Cheng Xing? You are really handsome."
Her smile was more tender and charming than the setting sun behind her, and the image of her skirt swaying in the wind remained deeply in his memory.
At that time, he thought, what she said was nonsense. How could he be Cheng Xing if he wasn't handsome?
Then she asked again, "Do you think I am beautiful?"
Cheng Xing was startled by the girl's straightforward question. He wanted to swear but ended up stuttering, "It's, it's alright."
"Can I be your girlfriend?" She asked innocently, tilting her head.
He didn't give an answer at that time.
Later, he realized that love at first sight was merely superficial. He liked her at first sight.
Why did she need to ask again?
Later, she would sweetly coo to him, saying, "Love me a little more, would you?"
"Cheng Xing, I like you."
"Cheng Xing, hug me."
"Cheng Xing, I can't walk, can you carry me?"
Although he didn't know how many people she had said "I like you" to, it was still a precious phrase to Cheng Xing.
In the hospital, outside the emergency room, Cheng Xing punched Bian Heng in the face until he staggered and fell. He didn't get up from that position.
Huo Yinan coldly said, "Alright, can punching him wake her up? Stop messing around?" His legs trembled, and he had to lean against the wall to stand straight.
Nothing could be seen outside the emergency room, but Lin Shicha's painful cries could be heard. She was awake but in agony.
Each cry felt like a heavy blow, repeatedly striking the hearts of the four.
Silence, especially, when Lin Shicha cried, he covered his ears and huddled in a corner.
The corridor was deathly quiet, except for Lin Shicha's voice and the voice of either a nurse or a doctor:
"Get a bucket, she needs to vomit."
"She can't vomit anything, it's all acid."
"Hold on, little girl, don't panic, stay conscious."
Huo Yinan's whole body turned cold. He thought of many things, no wonder Lin Shicha suddenly said for him to accept Gui Yin at the art school, saying she was beautiful and being with her would be great.
He asked her what was wrong, why she was suddenly so generous.
Her reason was that she wanted to transfer schools.
Transfer schools, what was she transferring, perhaps to conceal her illness, take a leave of absence and go home.
Huo Yinan covered his face, his hanging hands slowly clenched into fists.
At the moment Lin Shicha was dragged over to see by Cheng Xing and had a scream, she pushed him away forcefully, clearly not wanting them to see her appearance. She broke down, she went crazy, she was going to lose it.
Her emotions were so intense, even embarrassing.
She had always been gentle and lovely, with few moments like this.
Chen Mei ran over panting, stood outside the emergency room, and clutched her knees as she breathed. Her face turned red, but when she saw the door to the emergency room, it turned pale again.
She was anxious but knew that it was not the right time to ask anything, so she could only wait anxiously for updates.
The homeroom teacher arrived. She first comforted Cheng Xing and the others, feeling helpless and distressed. She sighed before speaking, "At the beginning, this kind of situation was not unexpected. Perhaps this is her fate."
"What do you mean?" Cheng Xing's voice was hoarse.
"Multiple Haimer syndrome is not a serious illness. Just from the name, you can tell that it's just a kind of syndrome, not big or small. It can be cured with medication, but the treatment cycle is long, or surgery can completely cure it."
"However, she had already missed the best time for surgery, and when she was young, due to difficult conditions, she couldn't afford to take medicine continuously, and the intermittent use resulted in the emergence of greater problems."
"According to her grandmother, she has been sick for fourteen years."
Fourteen years.
Fourteen years.
Waking up late was feeling suffocated. It felt as if there was a hand tightly squeezing his heart, constantly increasing the pressure and intensifying the pain.
What did it mean to be sick for fourteen years without being cured? Even a minor cold could be fatal!
Finally, Lin Chunhua arrived. Lin Chunhua suddenly aged ten years in an instant. Upon hearing Lin Shicha's voice, she felt dizzy and almost fainted. The four of them hurriedly supported her, tears streaming down her face: "My child!"
For Lin Chunhua, Lin Shicha was like her own child, whom she had raised from a young age, and she had watched her grow from a two or three-year-old toddler into a beautiful, gentle young woman.
Her life shouldn't have been like this.
She could never understand why things turned out this way, whether it was the money she had earned from years of hard work or the money Lin Baicheng had been threatened into giving, it was enough for Lin Shicha to have surgery, so why?
She was only seventeen.
Did Lin Shicha willingly accept her short life? All of Lin Chunhua's emotions welled up, and she cried so much that she almost couldn't breathe. "It's all my fault, I'm too poor, I can't earn money, why am I so useless!"
"Beast!" Lin Chunhua cursed again, not knowing who she was cursing.
Late at night, the ward was quiet, and you could even hear a pin drop.
Waking up late, Silent, and Huo Yinan went to the doctor's office with Lin Chunhua. The doctor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was not optimistic. He shook his head: "It's too late."
"If the surgery had been done early when the illness was discovered, there would be no root of the disease left. Now, it's not just about missing the best treatment period, but the drug treatment has completely turned into a means of restraining and barely maintaining life."
"Surgery is possible, but the success rate is very low."
Waking up late hesitated, "How low?"
"Ten percent," the doctor replied.
Lin Chunhua disagreed with everything the doctor said. "Ten percent, that's not acceptable at all. I saved money for so many years just to have surgery for Shicha. Last time I asked the doctor, he said it was just a normal surgery, it would be done in a moment." She couldn't accept this result no matter what. She had struggled for most of her life, and because she couldn't afford the expensive medical expenses, she had missed the best time for Lin Shicha to have surgery.
But the more it was, the fewer people blamed her. She had a hard life; it wasn't easy for an old person to earn money over the years. She had spent many sleepless nights, thinking about saving money for her granddaughter's surgery.
Lin Chunhua's voice was terrified and trembling. Because of the pain in her rheumatic leg joints, she couldn't even walk now.
The doctor asked, "Grandma, how long ago did you last ask the doctor?"
Lin Chunhua turned pale.
The last time she asked the doctor was ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
The doctor reasoned with Lin Chunhua, but she, in her state, couldn't listen to anything.
Outside the corridor, Lin Chunhua's voice was hoarse, and the three boys accompanied her. "My son and daughter-in-law dislike each other and were planning to divorce. Who knew that she would get pregnant? I thought having a child would make it better, yet it only forced them to stay together. In the end, both unfeeling ones even disliked the child, who was connected by blood to both of them."
"How could they blame the child for the problems in their marriage? My daughter-in-law resented this sudden arrival of the child, which wasted two years of her time. My son couldn't stand the fact that Shicha looked like his ex-wife, and he didn't like her either."
Lin Chunhua paused while speaking, wiping her tears from time to time. Waking up late felt increasingly bitter and pitiful as she continued listening. He had never imagined that Lin Shicha had such a past.
She had never talked about these things before.
"None of them want Shicha. My Shicha is still so young and naive, she doesn't understand why her parents left her and didn't take her with them. That day, she ran after the car for a long time, fell on the muddy ground, her face all bruised, but my son and daughter-in-law didn't even look back at her."
"When she was young, she often fell ill. Occasionally, she had seizures all over her body, which looked very scary and scared other children. They didn't want to play with our Shicha because they thought she was strange and not like a normal person." Lin Chunhua was heartbroken. "A few kids with sharp tongues called her a monster."
"How could she be a monster? I would go to explain, but the parents looked at me strangely. So I often had to move with Shicha." Lin Chunhua felt bitterness when recalling those past events.
In fact, Lin Chunhua never felt that her own life was bitter. She just felt sorry for Lin Shicha. Now thinking back, coming into this world must have been an ordeal for Lin Shicha. Apart from Lin Chunhua's love, she had faced too much prejudice and discrimination.
"I know that our Shicha may not be very normal," Lin Chunhua faced this issue head-on for the first time. Before, she never thought about it. She gave a bitter smile, looking at Waking up late and the others. "After she grew up, she has experienced many such incidents."
"There were also many parents and students who complained. The most recent one when she was in junior high school, they scolded Shicha, saying that she always liked to take away other people's things. Even the head teacher and principal came to find me, saying that our Shicha had a bad behavior, which led to a group of boys fighting and breaking someone's nose."
Lin Chunhua continued to shed tears. Her hands were dry and ugly, and when she lifted them to wipe her tears, they were especially conspicuous. "It's not that our Shicha is bad, it's just that no one loves her. Her dad doesn't love her, her mom doesn't love her, her classmates call her a monster, everyone looks at her with colored glasses, she just wants everyone to take a good look at her and like her."
"She didn't mean it."
"She really tried to conceal herself, pretend to be a normal girl, take her medicine when she felt uncomfortable, and wait until she no longer felt uncomfortable before she came out."
Waking up late was stunned. In his mind, all he could see was the frantic refusal Lin Shicha showed when she was having a seizure. Why was she like that? Did she not want them to see her like that?
Was she afraid that they would stop liking her, or even come to hate her?
Silent couldn't control his sobs, breathing heavily, his eyelashes damp, the back of his short sleeves soaked with sweat, the other two were also the same. He held Lin Chunhua's hand, not saying a word.
In the quiet and dim ward, Bian Heng had been sitting by the bedside, sometimes looking at the moon outside the window, and sometimes gazing at Lin Shicha's sleeping face, not doing anything, just holding her hand.
At almost ten o'clock, Lin Shicha finally woke up.
"Bian Heng...?"
With a weak and feeble voice, breaking the silence in the ward, Bian Heng suddenly stood up. He spoke hurriedly, saying, "You're finally awake! Are you hungry? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I've been so worried, why didn't you tell us? Are you always going to keep us in the dark?"
The person on the bed looked dazed, gazing blankly at Bian Heng. His face was filled with sadness and traces of tears, as well as a hint of relief, but also with sorrow.
She was a little slow, and she slowly reached out to look at her palm and the back of her hand, and then glanced at the furnishings in the ward.
Although she didn't say anything, Bian Heng understood what she meant – something like: I'm still alive?
After a while, Lin Shicha put down her hand and looked at Bian Heng. She pulled the quilt and revealed a small smile, teasing him, "Why are you crying? Are you still a three-year-old child?"
"Do you have no idea why I'm crying?" Bian Heng retorted, sitting down again, and said he would call Chixing and others to buy some food.
Lin Shicha remained quiet for a moment, then interrupted him, "Bian Heng..." she hesitated a bit, lowered her eyelids, her mouth covered by the quilt, her voice muffled, "Was I... was I ugly at that time?"
"What ugliness? You always look beautiful." Bian Heng could clearly sense Lin Shicha's meaning and became anxious, "How about I take a picture for you to see for yourself? Even lying in bed, you are still cute." Without further ado, he opened the camera and aimed it at Lin Shicha.
Lin Shicha just glanced at it, then averted her gaze without speaking.
Both of them fell silent. Bian Heng wiped his eyes and sat down again. After a while, he hoarsely spoke, "You asked me why I'm crying, but why don't you cry? Aren't you sad or upset?"
After a moment of thought, Lin Shicha replied, "If my crying can make you like me more, then I would choose to cry."
It seemed as if she could even control her tears and act.
"That's not your genuine tears," Bian Heng said.
Lin Shicha paused for a moment, then gradually softened her smile, her features returning to tranquility, "Because crying is useless, tears are the cheapest thing in the world."
"You're only seventeen, you should be unwilling and suffer. That's how you conform to normal emotions." Not like now, numb and calm, as if she had long accepted all the pain.
Lin Shicha looked at Bian Heng, "Because I don't know if I can live to 70 or 80, without the torment of illness every day, I can't imagine what it's like to live a healthy life. How can I be unwilling or suffer?"
Bian Heng fell silent, feeling that Lin Shicha's words were naive and natural, exuding a thin, cool, and bitter feeling. She genuinely did not feel pain or unwillingness, it wasn't an act, and that was the most heart-wrenching part.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
"I don't know," Bian Heng mocked himself, "I just feel, sorry." Why couldn't he have met Lin Shicha earlier.
Lin Shicha asked, "Do Chixing and others think the same?"
"Yes."
Lin Shicha seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. After a while, she spoke, "I also deserve to be liked."
"Yes, you are the best and cutest girl in the world." Bian Heng restrained his choked desire and tried hard to praise her with a normal tone.
Lin Shicha smiled, "Then, give me a hug." She opened her arms to Bian Heng.
Bian Heng obediently leaned over and gently embraced her shoulders, afraid of hurting her.
The embrace was very brief.
When Chixing and the others entered, they saw this scene, but at this moment, no one was concerned about whether there was any jealousy.
Chixing attempted a forced smile and didn't say much, pretending to be in the same state as usual, "We thought you were about to wake up, so we bought you some porridge. Grandma went home to stew chicken soup, ready for you to eat. Have some porridge first."
Nodding silently, Lin Shicha said, "Ok, ok. Grandma said she can cook better than the food outside, so we let her go home."
Huo Yinan placed the porridge box down and asked Chixing to close the door quietly.
"I'll feed you." His attitude was quite strong.
Lin Shicha looked at Huo Yinan, didn't say anything but was quite obedient. Huo Yinan glanced at her, "Do you remember the lies you told me?"
Lin Shicha still didn't speak, seeming stubborn, and didn't think she was wrong.
Chixing rolled her eyes, "So what if she lied? A little lie won't kill her. Come on, let's eat."
Huo Yinan didn't look back, and said in a casual tone, "She lied to me, saying she wanted to transfer schools and didn't need you guys, she will find a few more boyfriends at the new school."
Bian Heng/Chixing/Silence: "...?"
Really?
The three of them looked at Lin Shicha sitting on the sickbed.
Lin Shicha touched her forehead, adjusted her bangs, didn't dare to speak, but it was clear from her appearance that what Huo Yinan said was true.
Silent little angel didn’t dare to get angry, only softly and cutely used accusing eyes to look at her, then said, "No."
Chixing didn't say much, "Transferring schools is fine, we'll all go with you." He said seriously.
Lin Shicha was taken aback, then said quietly, "I won't transfer schools."
"Okay," Chixing nodded, "Then transfer to Yizhong, do you have any objections?"
"No."
"I agree."
"Fine."
One after another, they all agreed convincingly. Lin Shicha looked at them for a while, and then turned to Silence, "Are you going to transfer to my school, too?"
Silence was very eager, "Yes, I want to!"
"But aren't you debuting in July? I don't want to delay your debut. You promised to invite me to your concert when the time comes." Silence was startled, didn't speak for a while.
Huo Yinan fed Lin Shicha porridge, and the atmosphere in the ward was warm for a while.
At 10:30, several people arranged for a night shift. Before leaving, Silence sat by Lin Shicha for a while. He probably had a lot on his mind, "I'm having a concert, will you come?"
"Go, I will definitely go." Lin Shicha nodded, "Meimei said she wants to record your live singing as her phone ringtone, she really likes you."
"What about you?" Shen Mo asked in silence.
Lin Shicha thought carefully for a moment, "In the future, you will shine brightly and become the belief of many people. Unfortunately, I haven't seriously listened to you sing a complete song or seen the dazzling you on stage."
Shen Mo smiled softly at her response and gently touched Lin Shicha's cheek with his fingertips, saying only one word, "Okay."
"Hmm?"
"It's nothing. I'm going back now. Rest well, I'll come see you again tomorrow." Shen Mo bid farewell to Lin Shicha.
However, the next day, Shen Mo did not come. It was unclear what he was busy with, but he sent a message to Lin Shicha saying he couldn't come and asked her to take care of herself.
The third day was the same.
The fourth day, the fifth day, continued in this manner.
On the sixth day, Lin Shicha's parents arrived. It was unclear what Shen Mo said to them, but they knew he hadn't returned home for six days, staying in the hospital room, seemingly angry with his parents.
Lin Shicha's mother was a doctor. After greeting Lin Shicha, she checked her condition and said to Lin Chunhua, "I can't guarantee that the doctor I know has more than a ten percent chance of a successful surgery. I'll go back and ask first. I'll let Axing (Shen Mo) inform you when I have news."
"Okay, thank you."
Lin Shicha's mother sighed inwardly at the sight of her elderly parents. She looked at the girl on the sickbed who politely greeted her as "Auntie," her heart softening, but the inevitable cycle of life and death could not be stopped.
When she left, Lin Shicha's mother took Axing away.
"Is she your girlfriend? Why do I feel like she hasn't agreed to that? Look at those boys next to her, each one is good, much better than you, you good-for-nothing." Lin Shicha's mother glanced at him.
"She will agree," Axing hesitated, "She even kissed me first, how could she not agree to me?"
"You shameless thing." Lin Shicha's mother patted him on the back, making him choke on his spit.
"Once you find a doctor to cure her, get ready to take her home," Axing boasted arrogantly.
"Isn't that already done?" Lin Shicha's mother glanced at him, speaking with meaningful tone.
Axing choked, "That time was just changing clothes, okay!" He was almost getting angry.
Everyone was optimistic, except Lin Shicha.
Everyone, except for Lin Shicha herself, believed that she could be cured. Only Lin Shicha knew that it was impossible.
In her previous life, Lin Chunhua had sought the advice of every medical professional, and the result was the same: a ten percent success rate in surgery.
Her grandmother insisted on the surgery, hoping for that ten percent chance of success.
But unfortunately, not everyone is the main character in this world.
She died.
Died on the operating table.
The pain before her death was unbearable, her entire soul felt ethereal, unable to grasp anything, allowing the force from the sky to take her away from Lin Chunhua, without her being able to even touch her.
Lin Shicha really didn't want the surgery, really.
Without the surgery, she might have lived another month or two, during which she could have done many things.
The next day, Shen Mo finally appeared in the hospital, accompanied by a stylishly dressed woman with sunglasses and a mask. She took off her sunglasses and mask when they entered the ward.
To everyone's surprise, it was the three-time award-winning actress, Shen Han Xing.
Bian Heng's mouth opened wide as he stared at Shen Han Xing for a long time.
Even Lin Chunhua, who wasn't too interested in the entertainment industry, recognized Shen Han Xing.
Shen Han Xing exuded a striking beauty that could capture people's hearts, standing out in a crowd of thousands.
She smiled gently at this moment, "You must be Chacha, Xiao Mo often mentions you to me." Indeed, Shen Mo often complained about Lin Shicha to Shen Han Xing.
Most of the time, he felt dejected and upset because the girl he liked seemed indifferent to him. However, recently, he had become strangely proactive. It seemed that he had grown closer to that girl, which made Shen Han Xing remember this girl.
But he didn't expect such a thing to happen.
"Do you have enough money for the operation? I have it here, you can take it anytime. It's not a gift, you can consider it a loan from me, from Xiao Mo," Shen Han Xing said, affectionately touching Lin Shicha's cheek.
Lin Chunhua declined, "It's enough, absolutely enough. You don't have to spend for me."
After chatting for a while, Shen Han Xing spoke to Shen Mo in the corridor, "Do you want to quickly debut and hold a concert because of this girl?"
Shen Mo nodded, "Yes." He was a bit disappointed, "Mom, I like her." He didn't know what to say, but he blurted out his confession to Lin Shicha.
Shen Han Xing laughed, poking his forehead, "Mom knows, and heard it. You don't need to repeat it so many times. If you like her, go ahead boldly, so you won't regret it in the future."
Shen Han Xing seemed to be deeply moved when she said this, "That's how I separated from your father. Let it go, son, Mom supports you."
"The signing contract can be drafted tomorrow. The company has offered you a top contract on my recommendation. After you debut, the resources will be tilted in your favor to some extent, and you don't need to worry about your popularity. I will do my best to ensure your first concert is held this summer."
"But..." Shen Mo hesitated.
"This is the fastest speed." Shen Han Xing patted his head, "Everything takes time, son."
Shen Mo compromised, and he was also working hard for it.
A week later, Axing's mother brought bad news, confirming Lin Shicha's expectations. None of the doctors had a solution, not even the best doctors in the country could guarantee a success rate of more than fifteen percent for the surgery.
For a while, the atmosphere in the ward was filled with depression and silence.
On this afternoon, Lin Shicha was wheeled by Bian Heng to the hospital to bask in the sun. Her face was pale and sickly.
Bian Heng recalled his conversation with the doctor in the office, his hands shaking as he pushed the wheelchair. "If she doesn't have the surgery, how much time does she have?"
"At most until the end of this summer. She won't make it to autumn," the doctor replied, apologetically taking off his glasses.
Should they take the risk of surgery, or peacefully spend the next few months? This choice was too difficult.
Basking in the faint sunlight, Lin Shicha closed her eyes comfortably. "Bian Heng, I want to go back to school to continue studying," she said.
Lin Shicha made this decision herself, and in reality, others also hesitated to let her undergo surgery. After all, the failure rate was almost ninety percent, a concept too risky for anyone to gamble on.
But if they directly chose not to undergo surgery, wouldn't that be equivalent to cutting off Lin Shicha's lifeline?
When faced with a dilemma, if one person chose one path, others would object, disagreeing, and not willing to give up the other.
The hospital's debate had been ongoing for two full days, with no resolution in sight.
"I can't at least live a few more days?" Lin Shicha was angry. This was the first time her emotions were so intense, refusing to eat or drink, throwing tantrums.
Lin Chunhua was at a loss for words at the sight, and the two of them embraced and cried for a long time.
The next afternoon, the discharge procedures were completed.
Before the official discharge, the doctor called Cheng Qing and the others into his office.
"Considering the patient's low tolerance, I will inform you of her condition, she can be discharged, but her condition requires careful attention at normal times," the doctor said, removing his glasses and gazing at the four young men.
Cheng Qing's heart sank. "Tell us."
"Over the past half month, I noticed some psychological issues in the patient. She may have a delayed and insensitive emotional perception and may not comprehend some common emotions and feelings of others," the doctor continued.
Cheng Qing and the others thought about Lin Shicha's usual state for a moment, realizing it was indeed true.
"She suffers from emotional deficit disorder, also known as emotional detachment syndrome," the doctor said. When this symptom was mentioned, everyone was stunned, and the doctor continued, "However, this is not a major problem. Most rebellious teenagers during adolescence usually have this tendency, and it basically disappears after this age. The focus is,"
The doctor paused his speech. "It is accompanied by seasonal affective disorder and reverse psychological distortion."
"Not to mention the psychological conditions it can cause, physiologically, it may diminish her memory, making her prone to anxiety, slow in reaction, slow in action, and even experience auditory hallucinations and delusions."
"She may weep at night, have emotional breakdowns, and may even entertain suicidal and self-harming thoughts. I hope you all will pay more attention."
Bian Heng's footsteps faltered as he walked, flashing countless images in his mind—the paintings of Lin Shicha, the strange and distorted colors, and the self-portrait she showed him, beautiful yet different in a thousand ways. It seemed that she herself knew that her preferences might not be...
Speaking of which, Lin Shicha had never shared her thoughts with anyone. Not a single word, including any sarcastic remarks in her mind.
Why would a normal person not want to share their emotions and thoughts with their close friends? Yet, she had completely not done so.
Did she have a mind of her own?
Bian Heng felt a heartache, with a hint of sourness on his nose. Soon, his eyes turned red.
Stepping on the ground again felt magical, giving him a sense of reassurance. Cheng Qing bought a colorful cotton candy for Lin Shicha, and the four of them shared it.
Bian Heng went too far and took a big bite.
Lin Shicha froze, staring at him as if to say: "Where's mine???"
Cheng Qing intervened promptly: "Hey, what about hers?"
Bian Heng chuckled with his mouth full, almost bumping into a lamppost, and soon, everyone burst into laughter.
Huo Yinan looked at Bian Heng's silly demeanor with affection, as if he was looking at his own son.
Bian Heng: "Do you want me to take out your eyes?"
Huo Yinan calmly replied, "Did I say something?"
Cheng Qing chuckled and leaned on Cheng Qing's shoulder, "Bro, how come I didn't realize how silly Bian Heng is. Hahaha."
Bian Heng looked dubious, "You are a sophomore, and you're calling me bro, and you're not calling the senior by name?" After this experience, Bian Heng became closer to Cheng Qing and the others, finally revealing his silly nature.
This time, he has angered everyone.
Lin Shicha / Cheng Qing / Huo Yinan: "You sophomore?"
The first-year student, Shenmo, looked left and right in an obedient manner.
Bian Heng: "...I take it back."
"How can you take it back? Is there a chat window?" Lin Shicha asked curiously.
"Here, long-press my arm with your middle finger, I will remind you of the options, then use your index finger to choose the option to recall. Hurry, you can't retract it after two minutes."
Cheng Qing gave him a scornful look, "You sent it, so you retract it yourself. You even call our Tea Tea to press it, what's that supposed to be?" In reality, he just wanted to tease Lin Shicha, you rascal. You won't fool us.
Huo Yinan didn't expect that Cheng Qing, who usually didn't like to play such games, would join Bian Heng to liven up the atmosphere.
Bian Heng said, "What do you know? Chacha is the admin, she has the right to retract any information."
"So when did a new group start and the admin came out," Shenmo asked.
As the five of them talked and walked, five minutes later, Huo Yinan really created a group and added the other four people, the group name was: Chacha and her cuties.
The day after Lin Shicha returned to school, Huo Yinan and Shenmo transferred to Shuilu No. 1 Middle School. It was a bit difficult for Shenmo to transfer, but Chihengguo went to communicate with them, and the principal agreed.
At that time, this matter caused a huge stir on the joint school BBS forum.
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