Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

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There were dark clouds outside and suddenly there was a loud thunder that was deafening.

It looks like it's going to rain again.

Outside the ward, Lu Qi and Gu Shiche stood in the corridor.

The miserable screams and cries of other patients could be heard all around, it was like hell on earth.

This is the psychiatric ward.

The psychiatric ward has two floors.

The floor where Jiang Wanqing lives is an open ward, mainly for patients who can control their condition and have mild illness.

The upper floor is completely closed, with iron doors one after another locking people inside.

During a mental illness attack, the patient's limbs are tied to the bed with restraints.

There wasn't a single pen on the entire floor because they were afraid the patients would stick the pen into their own necks.

Gu Shiche looked at the small figure on the bed and felt heartbroken.

Jiang Wanqing lay in bed all day, not saying a word, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He suddenly felt that her life was withering and dying.

Lu Qi wiped the tip of his nose, his voice dry.

"Depression may affect the patient's language center or vocal cords, causing vocal cord spasm and thus aphasia."

"But this aphasia is not an organic disease, so generally speaking the impact is temporary."

"Once her emotions stabilize, her aphasia will improve."

Between heaven and earth, there was a vast expanse of heavy rain.

Lu Qi glanced at the rain outside the window, lowered his head and continued.

"It's raining again, hum."

"As for her memory, she was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia."

"Dissociative symptoms are the last thing the brain can do to protect itself."

"Patients will forget important things in their memories, suffer a major blow and cause great grief."

"The brain then develops a self-defense mechanism against the trauma, leading to memory loss."

"Dissociative amnesia can cause people to forget who they are, where they live, and even be unable to recognize friends or family."

"She will lose her memory of the past, she will not be able to recall the trauma, her emotions will become numb, and her self-identity will be confused."

"Moreover, with this disease, patients cannot recover their memories simply because someone tells them. They need to actively retrieve their memories."

Lu Qi turned his head and looked at him from a distance, his eyelids twitching.

"So, Gu Shiche, you succeeded."

"You've once again made her forget you, truly forget you."

"Even made her forget herself."

......

The sky was filled with rain.

The rumbling thunder shattered the world into pieces.

Jiang Wanqing lay in bed, deprived of even the strength to sit up.

She was forced to stare at the hospital ceiling in a daze, finding it difficult to even move.

I wanted to speak, but as soon as the words reached my lips, the desire to speak disappeared.

Just shut up.

She seemed to be invaded by some kind of "depressive element" and felt that all her organs were failing.

An irresistible pain was eroding her, eating into her bones and occupying her brain.

Panic, pain, anxiety, even the body twitched unconsciously.

Her mind went blank and she could only let the severe pain sweep through her body.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't even know why she was crying.

Numb, confused, and without any desire to resist.

Death, disguised as a relief, was beckoning to her and whispering in her ear.

As long as she is close to death, she will be truly liberated, so come quickly.

Jiang Wanqing used all her strength to support her body.

She tapped her toes on the cool floor, only to find that the usually hard ground had turned into a black swamp.

Her body was being swallowed up bit by bit by the swamp beneath her feet.

She wanted to struggle, but found she had no strength.

Jiang Wanqing fell to the ground with a thud.

"Patient in bed 13, it's time to take your medicine."

The nurse pushed the door open with a small packet of medicine.

"Ouch, why did you fall? Maybe you have a somatic symptom attack."

"When depression strikes, it's best not to move around and just lie in bed."

The nurse hurried to help Jiang Wanqing, who was lying motionless on the ground, and helped her back to bed.

She handed Jiang Wanqing some pills and a glass of water.

"The doctor prescribed paroxetine. You'll feel better after taking it."

Jiang Wanqing slowly opened her palm and held the pills in it.

Why does she need to take medicine?

Her brain gave her no answer.

The nurse didn't leave until she saw her swallow the medicine with her own eyes.

Jiang Wanqing took a sip of water, raised her head with difficulty, and put a few pills into her mouth.

"Okay, you'll feel better after taking the medicine. Just lie down on the bed for now and don't move."

The nurse slowly closed the door and looked at the emaciated Jiang Wanqing lying on the bed, and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

"Oh, such a beautiful girl, how come she has severe depression?"

Jiang Wanqing sat on the bed in a daze, her stomach churning.

She suddenly rushed into the bathroom.

Jiang Wanqing staggered a few steps, fell down beside the toilet, and began to vomit, spitting out all the pills.

His body couldn't stop shaking violently and his face was as pale as paper.

Her nose and eyes were red, and she leaned against the wall, exhausted.

wanna die.

Jiang Wanqing rubbed her eyes and knelt down in the mess on the ground in discomfort.

My mind went blank, and then was filled with the word "death".

Jiang Wanqing held onto the toilet, stood up unsteadily, and walked to the mirror.

The figure in the mirror looked so strange, with a few strands of hair stuck to her face, making her look messy.

wanna die.

I can’t think about anything, I can’t think, I just want to be free.

Her dying gaze was fixed on the toothpaste next to the sink.

Jiang Wanqing picked up the toothpaste tube, squeezed out all the paste inside, and pulled the toothpaste tube to make a long gap.

She placed the edge of the iron sheet on her wrist and ground it open.

Blood splattered out immediately, and a few drops of blood stained the cold, jade-white face.

Jiang Wanqing curled her lips and smiled miserably, and all the light in her eyes disappeared.

Relief... She just wanted to be relieved.

The hospital gown was stained red with blood, which overflowed from between the fingers and continued to flow from the wrists.

Her body was shaky and she was barely holding herself up to avoid falling.

"Patient in bed 13, we need to take your blood pressure now."

The nurse walked in with the blood pressure machine, but saw that there was no one on the bed.

She pushed open the half-closed bathroom door and screamed as she looked at Jiang Wanqing, who was covered in blood.

Jiang Wanqing turned her head stiffly, the iron sheet in her hand fell into a pool of blood, and her whole body trembled.

She couldn't hold on any longer and slowly fell to the ground.

"Ah! Patient No. 13 cut his wrists! Save him immediately!"

It was dark outside and the rain was incessant.