Dressed as a sickly villain, he seduces the innocent heroine

Lin Wanju got out of the luxury car and looked at the magnificently built mental hospital, her lips twitching slightly.

The white building has a simple design, and the light blue glass has a sci-fi and dreamy feel.

This is a private hospital, world-famous for its treatment of mental illness. Lin Wanju did not let anyone reveal this matter to her cheap father, but she estimated that she could not hide it for long. After all, her money... everything she had was taken from her cheap father.

Sooner or later, the housekeeper or driver will leak this matter to Lin Yuanyu.

For now, it's better to see a doctor first.

Shen Anxue was wearing a light shirt. Her hair was well-groomed and slightly curled at the ends. Her overall temperament was more like that of a company executive.

Looking from afar, no one would have thought that she was born in a remote rural area.

"Come on, I'll go in with you."

Shen Anxue's voice was gentle. This time she was wearing a bracelet on her wrist. Lin Wanju had personally woven a little rabbit pendant for her.

But compared to when I was in school and was bored, I could use pink beads to string together a vivid and lifelike rabbit.

Her handicraft skills have regressed a lot now, and she can only make a somewhat abstract rabbit.

It looks like a work of art from the master Picasso.

No wonder none of those who traveled through time or books were ever exposed, because once they showed any clues, they would be invited to a mental hospital for tea, just like themselves.

Lin Wanju sighed and followed the others into the hospital.

Shen Anxue noticed the sigh of the person next to her and tightly grasped Lin Wanju's fingers with both hands.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. No matter how bad the situation is, we can handle it together, right?"

Lin Wanju: ...

Baby, I'm not sick at all. The most difficult thing is to pretend to be mentally ill when you are not sick, okay?

Although she thought so in her heart, Lin Wanju didn't dare to tell Shen Anxue. She could only nod slightly guiltily, and the two walked into the hospital.

This is a private hospital, but the hospital director is very famous, and even several of his apprentices have a high reputation internationally.

The hospital the assistant finds for Lin Wanju must be good.

After all, if the eldest lady is not cured, these young eunuchs will be the first to be dragged out and beheaded.

Each doctor has his or her own separate office. Lin Wanju was relatively low-key this time when the assistant asked her if she wanted to contact the dean, who is a big boss in the field of mental illness, directly.

Lin Wanju decisively refused.

The boss is still the boss. It is easy to tell whether she is faking her illness, and the boss probably won’t be threatened by her.

So this time she made an appointment with a young director, a woman, who looked pretty judging by her photos.

"The doctor will question you alone, so I won't go in. I'll wait for you outside. Don't make a fuss about anything, okay?"

Shen Anxue stood in the corridor. The corridor was very clean on both sides, and the windows were dotted with green plants. It was extremely quiet.

She pulled Lin Wanju, leaned over, and kissed the other's forehead.

"Ah."

Lin Wanju's answer sounded a bit guilty. How should she put it?

The better Shen Anxue treated her, the more guilty she felt.

After all, I was not sick from the beginning to the end, but I was deceiving my lover, which was really a bad behavior.

If I put myself in her shoes, if I knew that Shen Anxue had been hiding this from me from the beginning, it would definitely be a bad feeling.

Lin Wanju felt that she would be like a mad Shiba Inu, tearing the furniture in the house apart crazily.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Wanju's eyes showed a hint of determination. This would be a game between her and the psychiatrist. In order to avoid being exposed, she had to win.

The office was quiet and elegantly decorated, with several pots of exquisite Monstera. The doctor sat on a chair with a ballpoint pen in his hand.

She had her long hair tied up and wore glasses, looking gentle and intellectual.

"Ms. Lin, please take a seat. I received your appointment a few days ago. I'm glad you can come on time."

The doctor was still polite in her words, because the dean had told her in advance that the other person's identity was not ordinary, and if they could cure this person, the hospital might even get a sponsorship.

Lin Wanju nodded and sat on the chair, feeling a little guilty.

"I remember you've already seen a doctor before. Would you mind if I could take a look at your case?"

The doctor asked.

Because Lin Wanju sees a private doctor, her medical records are difficult to access.

"no need."

Lin Wanju put her hands on the table, her dark eyes revealing shrewdness. She did not decide to take boring psychiatric tests, as that would only be a waste of time.

"Doctor Jiang, let me tell you the truth. I'm not sick."

Lin Wanju spoke frankly and said that when she first entered the room, she did have the idea of ​​pretending to be a mental patient, but after thinking about it, she decided to give up.

"what?"

Even the doctor who had seen a lot of storms was stunned.

Then I began to wonder when the person in front of me fell ill.

"Don't look at me like I'm mentally ill. I'm not sick, really."

Lin Wanju sighed.

"I just act like this because I want my girlfriend to care about me more."

After Lin Wanju finished speaking, she found that the doctor was looking at her with a particularly strange look, as if she was no longer an ordinary mental patient.

But a person suffering from hysteria.

Only extremely mentally ill patients would start talking nonsense as soon as they enter the doctor's office.

"Don't disbelieve me, I'm telling the truth."

At this moment, Lin Wanju suddenly understood the helplessness of the protagonist who was wrongly diagnosed as a mental patient by the doctor.

It feels like you have no way to defend yourself, and no matter what you say, people will just think you are sick.

So she sighed softly.

"What do you have to do to trust me?"

Dr. Jiang smiled and twirled the ballpoint pen between his fingers.

"To be honest, I don't believe it. As the eldest daughter of a group, why would you care so much about the feelings of the person you love?"

"To be honest, Ms. Lin, if you really have such thoughts, then your relationship is also pathological."

"If you want a relationship to last, it's best to be honest with each other and maintain a normal relationship. That's the only way it can last. It's wrong to cheat just to get some temporary affection."

The doctor didn't expect that as a psychiatrist, she would have to do emotional and psychological counseling. However, as she wrote, she recorded Miss Lin's changes and at the same time diagnosed in her mind what kind of mental illness she had.

But if my diagnosis is correct, it seems that this disease is most likely caused by emotions.

"I know everything you said..."

Lin Wanju scratched her hair in annoyance.

"But I can't do it. I get jealous and crazy whenever I think about her having intimate contact with others. I know it's wrong..."

Lin Wanju looked up at the doctor.

"Isn't it true that your dean wants to invest? If you're willing to help me..."