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Jiang Mian was stunned by these replies!

"What nonsense..." she murmured to herself.

Moreover, it's clear that everyone enjoys watching the excitement; this post is quite popular.

In no time, there were hundreds of comments!

She wasn't particularly confident about doing this, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.

She went up and gently knocked on the bathroom door.

The sound of water inside stopped.

A deep male voice sounded, "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you can do it?" Even though she knew that Lu Bozhou's wounds were already covered with waterproof dressings.

But Jiang Mian was still not entirely at ease.

"Will it work?" Lu Bozhou repeated her question.

It sounds strangely meaningful.

Jiang Mian felt that Lu Bozhou wasn't that kind of person, and that she was probably overthinking things.

But the next second, a man's calm voice came from inside.

"Whether I can do it or not, don't you know best?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian's eyes widened suddenly! Her cheeks seemed to flush.

"Or are you worried and want to come in and help me?"

Before she could respond, the man said something else.

Jiang Mian quickly said, "Then take your time washing, and be careful."

Then he quickly slipped away from the bathroom.

After confirming that Lu Bozhou wouldn't be able to finish showering anytime soon.

Jiang Mian felt a little relieved and went to sit on the rattan chair on the terrace to continue reading the new replies to the post on her phone.

Netizens are quite interesting, making all sorts of jokes and memes that make people laugh.

However, there was no useful information.

Just as Jiang Mian was about to stop wasting time, another reply came.

The medicine the poster posted looks a bit like the one I'm taking [image]

Jiang Mian clicked on the picture, not having much hope, thinking it was probably just netizens making a joke.

She was even mentally prepared that the picture she clicked on would be a Viagra box.

Little did I know that when I clicked on the picture, it turned out to be the same pills as those in Lu Bozhou's medicine bottle.

Next to it was a medicine box with the words "paroxetine hydrochloride" written on it.

Jiang Mian had never seen this medicine before, or even heard of it, so she immediately copied the name of the medicine and searched for it.

The search results stunned Jiang Mian. She swiped the screen faster and stared intently at the content on the screen.

Paroxetine hydrochloride is indicated for the treatment of various types of depression, including depression with anxiety and reactive depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, panic disorder, social phobia, and post-traumatic stress disorder.

Jiang Mian was somewhat incredulous, reading the medicine's instructions over and over again. There was a passage in bold black font that read:

Warning

Suicidal tendencies and antidepressants

Depression and certain mental disorders are themselves associated with an increased risk of suicide.

Results from short-term clinical trials on depression and other mental disorders showed that, compared to placebo, [the treatment was effective].

Antidepressants increase the risk of suicidal tendencies (suicidal ideation and suicidal behavior) in children, adolescents, and young adults (≤24 years of age).

Although Jiang Mian knew that the risks of medications would be clearly stated, the words in the bold black font still pierced her eyes.

Depression, suicidal tendencies, mental disorders...

Are these really the symptoms that Lu Bozhou would experience? Is it even possible?

In Jiang Mian's memory, that man was always indifferent, always powerful, always strategic, and always disdainful.

The word "depression" seems almost impossible to apply to him; it's unbelievable just to think about it.

Moreover, there's the term "suicidal tendency."

Jiang Mian felt that someone like Lu Bozhou, even if he killed everyone else, shouldn't have suicidal tendencies.

It's so unbelievable and incredible.

But when Jiang Mian saw the instructions for the medicine, she suddenly remembered her parents' angry words.

They said so definitively that he had a mental illness.

Then, thinking back to what Gong Yan had said, and Lu Bozhou's unusual behavior after her death.

Jiang Mian's heart pounded with increasing apprehension.

Because she was distracted, Jiang Mian didn't even notice that the man had come out of the bathroom and walked to the balcony door, drying his hair while looking at her.

"What are you looking at?"

The man's deep voice drifted over, and Jiang Mian suddenly snapped back to reality! A hint of panic appeared on her face as she quickly said, "N-nothing!"

However, due to nervousness, her voice sounded somewhat incoherent.

Already feeling somewhat uncertain, she now dared not meet Lu Bozhou's eyes.

Fortunately, the man did not suspect anything.

Finally able to take a comfortable shower, he seemed to be in a good mood, his voice sounding relaxed and carefree.

He walked up to Jiang Mian.

He took the phone from Jiang Mian's hand.

His tall and imposing figure created a powerful sense of oppression, making it difficult for Jiang Mian to breathe. She held her breath, afraid that Lu Bozhou would see the search results on her phone.

But before she could speak, the man turned around in front of her.

The next second, the bathrobe slipped off his broad shoulders and slid down his beautifully muscular back.

It reveals a beautiful back groove and a firm waistline.

Jiang Mian was dumbfounded.

What, what are you doing?

A handsome man emerging from a bath?

She didn't know what the other person's intentions were, and she didn't dare to speak.

"Tear it off for me."

Lu Bozhou's deep voice came from in front of him.

Jiang Mian then realized that he wanted her to tear off the waterproof dressing on her wound.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Mian stretched out her hand.

My emotions had just fluctuated wildly and I was still struggling to calm down, so much so that my fingers were trembling slightly.

The waterproof membrane of waterproof dressings is very thin and not so easy to pinch.

Jiang Mian's fingers trembled as she pinched his firm, elastic back several times.

With each pinch, you could almost feel the man's back muscles tense up.

The two exchanged blows for a few moments.

Jiang Mian's forehead was covered in sweat from anxiety.

It seemed as if a faint sigh from the man could be heard.

"How about a back massage?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like it'll eat you." Lu Bozhou said calmly, "Didn't I already say that in my current state, unless you sit on it yourself..."

Talking about this again!

Jiang Mian glared and gritted her teeth.

With a sudden burst of strength, his fingernails dug directly into a bit of his skin, forcibly tearing off the waterproof membrane.

The man's voice stopped suddenly.

Jiang Mian's movements also stopped.

The long, gruesome wound was truly jarring to look at.

The wound has been stitched up, and after cosmetic suturing, only a thin line remains, which is already quite glaring.

It's not hard to imagine how gruesome the injury must have looked at first.

Jiang Mian paused for a while before reaching out to remove the dressing from the wound on his side.

Even though it wasn't easy to peel off, Jiang Mian remained patient and showed no impatience whatsoever.

Slowly peel off the waterproof membrane little by little.

"Lu Bozhou, you must cherish your life."