After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I stopped in my tracks instantly. The person those two were talking about was named Jia Hui. Was that a coincidence?

I quickly chased after the two nurses and asked them what they had been discussing. The two nurses hesitated at first, unsure of my identity.

It wasn't until I mentioned that I have a classmate also named Bian Jiahui, and that I overheard them talking about it and thought it was a coincidence that I asked.

Upon hearing this, the two nurses' eyes flickered, and they continued, "The girl sent from the mental hospital is said to be a student from a top-tier high school."

After they finished describing the characteristics of the mental patient, I was able to confirm that the person they were talking about was Bian Jiahui.

Bian Jiahui was already arrested, wasn't she? Suddenly she was diagnosed with a mental illness.

Could it be that Li Yaqin is behind this, trying to help Bian Jiahui get away with it in this way? But does Li Yaqin have such ability?

I had something on my mind, and when my mother came to bring me lunch at noon, I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, Bian Jiahui was really caught, is she still being held in custody?"

My mom noticed that something was wrong with me and quickly asked if something had happened. My thoughts were already a bit confused, and I didn't know whether I should tell her or not.

And for some reason, I unconsciously thought of what Song Chenhao had said before.

"Mom, do you think Dad treats you well?"

After I asked the question, my mom paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you asking such strange questions today? Your dad has always been very good to me. Did you hear something? Or did someone tell you something?"

I shook my head and, after much deliberation, decided to investigate the matter thoroughly before telling my mother. What if it turned out to be a false alarm? It would hurt my mother's feelings.

I gave a few perfunctory replies and then changed the subject. In the afternoon, I asked the doctors and nurses at the hospital about the mental patient, and then I went to the neighboring hospital alone.

Because the patients in the mental hospital are a special case, they are all housed in a building in the far corner of the building.

There are security guards at the entrance of this building, and doctors and nurses take turns patrolling the rooms 24 hours a day. This is partly for the safety of these mental patients, and partly because they are afraid that these patients might escape and harm others.

When I arrived at the door, I was stopped by the security guard. The guard asked me who I was looking for, and I said I was looking for Bian Jiahui. However, the guard just glanced at me and then told me the room number.

I followed the room number and found my way there. Along the way, I encountered many nurses and doctors taking patients for a walk. Some patients were quite ill and would just smile blankly when they saw people, while others were not so ill and could communicate normally.

However, the atmosphere inside the building was rather oppressive and strange. After finally finding the room I was looking for, I looked through the glass door frame and saw a woman sitting with her back to me.

Because I couldn't see her face clearly, I wasn't sure if it was Bian Jiahui. I could only call out tentatively, and she quickly turned her head, revealing a completely unfamiliar face.

"Are you Bian Jiahui?" I asked again uncertainly. The woman just stared at me intently, then stood up and stood still.

Just when I thought it was all a misunderstanding or that I had come to the wrong place, the woman in the ward suddenly went crazy and rushed over, shoving her face against the glass door frame.

The sudden magnification of her face, coupled with her distorted expression, sent a shiver down my spine. Then the woman went berserk, frantically trying to open the door, but she couldn't budge it.

I took several steps back, watching the woman go from initial madness to gradually breaking down and screaming. For a moment, I stood there, somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, the doctors and nurses heard the commotion and came over quickly. It took them a while to calm the person down, and then someone asked me what happened.

Could it all really just be a coincidence that a person with a similar experience to Bian Jiahui and the same name happened to arrive at the mental hospital?

But all of this was too much of a coincidence. I took a deep breath and, when the doctors and nurses asked me questions, I told them perfunctorily that I had the wrong person.

The nurse led me outside and warned me that the patients here were all in different situations, and some were in more dangerous conditions, so I shouldn't come alone unless necessary.

I nodded and took a few steps when I suddenly heard footsteps not far away. Then a familiar figure ran towards me, calling my name as he ran.

"Jiang Wanying, save me, save me!" Bian Jiahui was about to run up to me when she was held down by several medical staff.

The medical staff quickly said, "The patient is quite agitated right now, give her a sedative immediately."

"I'm not crazy, I don't need injections, and I don't need medication!" Bian Jiahui kept insisting, but no one believed him. How could someone sent to a mental hospital prove that he was a normal person?

Whether one is emotionally agitated or not, there seems to be no way to fully prove that one is healthy.

I watched as someone quickly injected a sedative into Bian Jiahui's neck. I was momentarily stunned. Before, I thought it was all a coincidence, but now I really saw her.

I was a little nervous. No wonder after leaving the hospital, I spent money to find the hospital leaders here and inquire about Bian Jiahui's situation.

After learning about the situation, the hospital leaders told me that Bian Jiahui had indeed been arrested some time ago, but they heard that she was in a very bad mood in prison, so she was sent here for treatment.

After diagnosis, it was found that she had depression and bipolar disorder, so she could not be detained for the time being and could only continue to receive treatment in a mental hospital.

Upon hearing this, I quickly asked, "Do you know which doctor made the diagnosis, and who is paying for all her expenses at the mental hospital?"

After all, he was a hospital leader, so it was relatively easy for him to investigate these matters. In no time, he told me that it was a woman surnamed Li who was Bian Jiahui's mother.

I had a vague feeling that something was strange. Bian Jiahui was diagnosed with a mental illness as soon as she was arrested. I don’t remember that this happened in my previous life.

Was it simply a case of something going undetected, or is someone trying to use mental illness as a pretext to escape punishment?

Not long after I found out about this, I was able to be discharged from the hospital. As soon as I got home, the maids looked a little off. When they saw me come back, one of them cautiously said, "The master and madam had a big fight last night. It seems to be because of Li Yaqin."