Global Film Emperor

Chapter 194 The Darkest Days

Gently pushing open the door, Lin Yuezhu had become accustomed to the faint musty smell in the room. Now she didn't need to change her shoes; her leather shoes made a crisp clattering sound on the floor tiles.

The sun had already set, and the curtains were drawn, making the room quite dark and creating a sense of oppression. He turned on the living room light, went to the bedroom, and gently knocked on the door.

“Mr. Lu, I am Lin Yuezhu, I’m coming in.”

No one answered from inside, but Dr. Lin didn't care. It had always been like this anyway. He pushed open the bedroom door, turned on the light, and first looked around at the walls of the bedroom before letting out a sigh of exasperation.

"There are more again."

The walls were covered with sticky notes, covering all four walls and the ceiling completely, leaving no extra space, not even a spot the size of a little fingernail.

She casually picked up a sticky note that she remembered had just been put up, and looked at what was written on it. Even though she was used to this kind of thing, Lin Yuezhu still felt her hair stand on end and the air temperature drop several degrees.

"You can hate me, but you can't deny that we existed."

Scratching her head, she noticed a new handwriting, sharp and imposing. After sticking the sticky note back on the wall, Lin Yuezhu turned her gaze to the bed.

Lu Ze sat on the bed, his hair had grown quite long, and his face was obscured when he looked down. He was wearing a straitjacket and pajama bottoms, and he was barefoot on the ground. He had lost a lot of weight, and his weight had dropped back to 170 pounds.

Shen Jinghan was worried that Lu Ze had self-harm tendencies, so he quickly moved all the sharp objects and mirrors out of the house and even got him a straitjacket that manic-depressive patients wear, to see if Lu Ze would like to wear it or not.

Lu Ze did not refuse, because he was also afraid that some extreme personalities would come out and harm others. He had been wearing this piece of clothing for a month and a half.

"Come on, let's stretch our bodies."

Supporting Lu Ze, Lin Yuezhu unbuttoned the straitjacket from behind and took it off. Then, she helped stretch Lu Ze's arms. Although the position of wearing this thing was not so bad that it would restrict blood circulation, wearing it for a long time would be uncomfortable no matter how hard you looked at it.

Lu Ze did not refuse. Lin Yuezhu grabbed his arm and swung it around. His eyes were not confused; he was still very clear-headed, but he became very silent.

"how do you feel today?"

"Fortunately."

Lin Yuezhu breathed a sigh of relief. At least Lu Ze answered his question today, which was something that had been giving him a major headache. Since the medication was prescribed, Lu Ze's condition had not improved at all; on the contrary, it had deteriorated rapidly.

Even during the day, those personalities would come out and let loose, and Lu Ze also took stimulant drugs without Lin Yuezhu's knowledge, just to stay awake. He still intended to fight against more than a thousand personalities to the end, and he would never admit defeat until he died.

This made Lin Yuezhu very angry. The patient was not cooperating with the doctor's treatment and was taking stimulant drugs to stimulate his already fractured mental state. Wasn't this courting death?
Later, having no other choice and unable to let go of this monster with over a thousand personalities—after all, he was top-tier research material—he chose to come to Lu Ze's house every evening after get off work to observe Lu Ze's daily changes.

Even with increased medication dosages two weeks later, and even with the simultaneous use of several medications and the addition of new drug formulations, the condition continued to deteriorate rapidly. As a result, an even more troublesome situation arose: due to the worsening of the condition and the uncertainty surrounding the emergence of his personality, Lu Ze chose to stay indoors and even put on a straitjacket.

This could lead to a more serious consequence: what mental illnesses might the dominant personality be prone to developing after living in this dark room for so long?
depression.

Fortunately, Lu Ze's will to live is extremely strong, and so far there seems to be no trend towards this, which has relieved everyone who cares about Lu Ze. Two weeks ago, Lin Yuezhu officially diagnosed Lu Ze's condition as treatment-resistant schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. This means that the symptoms cannot be suppressed with medication to allow the patient to return to a normal life; only sedatives can be taken or injected to ensure the patient does not enter a manic state, but episodes still occur.

Many people came to visit Lu Ze. Of course, they were all senior executives of the company who knew about the situation. It was impossible for Lu Ze to hide his illness from the company. First came Wang Min and Gao Wanzhi, followed by General Manager Hu, Gao Jian, Sun Lihua, and a series of other senior executives. Even the newly appointed Vice President Li came in person to offer his condolences.

Many people thought Lu Ze was finished, that his life was over, and even how long he could live was unknown. Putting aside the profits he brought to the company, his personal principles and conduct had indeed earned him many friends. As for Lu Ze now, they had no other thoughts but pity and heartache.

He took out medicine and a syringe from his briefcase, sat on Lu Ze's arm to disinfect it, gently inserted the needle into the vein, pushed the needle to inject the sedative drug, and Lu Ze pressed his arm without saying a word.

He started injecting this stuff half a month ago, and the effect is quite obvious. He gets sleepy very quickly, and when he wakes up, he will maintain this sleeping position. There are not even any wrinkles on the sheets, which makes him sure that he is not having an attack.

"I've brought you the book you wanted, but I still suggest you go out for a walk more often. It's good for your physical and mental health and can help you relax. Staying so tense all the time will only make things worse."

Lin Yuezhu took out the book Lu Ze wanted to read from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. She then put the syringe and medicine waste into the bag, picked up the bag, and prepared to leave after Lu Ze fell asleep.

"Well, I see."

After putting on the straitjacket and having Lin Yuezhu fasten the buttons for him, he found a comfortable position to lie on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Good night, Mr. Lu.

After Lu Ze's breathing became steady, Lin Yuezhu closed the bedroom door, left Lu Ze's house, took the elevator downstairs, and then called Shen Jinghan from her car.

"Ms. Shen."

"Dr. Lin, how is Lu Ze doing now?"

Lin Yuezhu smiled wryly, rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, thought carefully for a moment, and began to truthfully report Lu Ze's condition.

"Currently, the condition is still deteriorating. Sedative drugs are highly addictive and easily lead to resistance, so I dare not give Mr. Lu too much now. I can only provide temporary relief, but this is definitely not going to work. Intractable schizophrenia is truly a terminal illness."

Shen Jinghan's heart sank to the bottom, feeling ice-cold. He wiped away his tears in his office, composed himself, and took a deep breath.

"What about going abroad? Is there any possibility of treatment there?"

“That won’t work either. Severe cases of ordinary schizophrenia are already incurable and require long-term medication to suppress the symptoms. But for treatment-resistant schizophrenia, medication is no longer effective. Even if you take the medicine like it’s food, it will only damage your nerves and have no other effect. What we need most right now is to take Mr. Lu out to see the world. He can’t stay cooped up in his room any longer, especially in such a dark room. It’s too oppressive. If this goes on for too long, there’s a high chance that Mr. Lu’s dominant personality will develop depression. This is an outcome that no one wants to see.”

"Okay, Dr. Lin, I understand. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone and stuffing the cigarette butt into the car ashtray, Lin Yuezhu was extremely frustrated. This troublesome illness left him with a strong sense of powerlessness. He glanced up at the building, pressed the ignition button, and drove away from Lu Ze's neighborhood.

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(End of this chapter)