Section 2

After Mingmei declared for the Nth time that she was not a mental patient but was ignored, she despondently sat back in her seat, as the struggle and agitation made her already sore body even more fatigued and weak. A hint of unusual flush appeared on her slightly pale face, and the stifling air in the carriage made her feel extremely oppressed. The rapidly passing scenery outside the window looked increasingly blurred and distant.

The hospital is located in a quiet and secluded alley in the old town, housed in a Spanish colonial-style building. It is a low three-story structure, old yet charming. Tall water cypress trees line both sides of the road outside the iron gate, with sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows. A cat sits on the wall, meowing a couple of times before leaping away. At the end of the straight road lies a section of the long coastline of the island city, where one can almost hear the sound of the tides surging in the tranquility.

Brightly and frivolously raising her eyebrows, she smiled slyly and said, "Ah, could it be that I hit the nail on the head? I know a good old Chinese medicine doctor; I can introduce you to him!" Seeing Fu Zichen's face turn as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly, Mingmei felt overjoyed inside; who told you to play tricks on me first, you deserve it!

If she knew what was about to happen, Mingmei would surely crash herself headfirst into the wall with such thoughts, and then kick Fu Zichen down the stairs.

Fu Zichen could not be bothered to pay him any attention. He changed into the clothes he had brought and casually tossed the hospital gown into a bag, throwing it to the back of the compartment. The note with the bright phone number that he had stuffed into his pocket was also soon engulfed in darkness. He had never considered asking her to compensate for any losses, especially since his phone had not fallen into the sea at all.

May I borrow your phone for a moment

The vehicle finally arrived at the municipal psychiatric hospital after twenty-five minutes

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. Fu Zichen reclined the seat slightly, resting his hands behind his head, and gently closed his eyes. After a morning of commotion, he was indeed a bit tired. However, the moment he thought of that bright, almost twisted face filled with anger, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slowly rise.

Hello, please help me find the social section reporter Nan Ge

"I am sorry, thank you." Mingmei tore off a corner of the medical record and wrote down a series of numbers, handing it to Fu Zichan, "This is my phone number. I will compensate you for your damaged phone at the original price." She then handed him another piece of white paper along with a pen, "If it's convenient, please write down your Alipay account for me. This transfer will not incur any fees!"

The phone had been reimbursed, and the only phone number that Mingmei could remember was Emily's. However, at this moment, Emily was not answering her calls. Mingmei put down the receiver and glanced at the dean, who was also gazing intently at her. She could not afford to think too much about it; with a quick change of mind, she directly dialed 114. Soon, she found the number for the reporter's department of the daily newspaper. Fortunately, the hotline that was usually busy connected immediately.

Mingmei bit her lip, seemingly hesitating on how to begin speaking. In the end, she spoke directly: "Sister Nange, after leaving your house last night, I was followed by someone at the seaside."

The director paused for a moment before saying, "We have contacted the hospital for verification, and the situation reported to us by the nurse who administered your injection is consistent with what Mr. Fu said." She glanced at the registration form in her hand, "Mingmei, your name is very pleasant to hear, and it carries a good meaning. I believe your parents gave you this name with the hope that you would live a bright and happy life. There is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. No matter what happens, you must not easily harm your own life..." I believe your parents gave you this name with the hope that you would live a bright and happy life. There is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. No matter what happens, you must not easily harm your own life...

The director is a middle-aged woman in her forties, with her hair neatly pinned up at the back, revealing a smooth forehead. When she smiles slightly, her expression is particularly gentle, as is her voice. "Hmm, I understand," Mingmei felt a surge of joy in her heart, but then she heard her slowly add, "All our patients say the same thing here." She stood up and walked over to Mingmei, patting her shoulder, "It's alright, don't be afraid, shall we take it slow?" "Hmm, I understand," Mingmei felt a surge of joy in her heart, but then she heard her slowly add, "All our patients say the same thing here." She stood up and walked over to Mingmei, patting her shoulder, "It's alright, don't be afraid, shall we take it slow?"

What happened? Cheng Jiayang glanced at the hospital gown worn by Fu Zichen and couldn't help but chuckle, mischievously winking at him, "It can't be that serious, can it? You've even come to the hospital! Where is Ning Beibei? Is she alright?"

Mingmei stood in front of the gate, momentarily dazed. This was nothing like the terrifying mental hospital she had imagined; the tranquility here resembled that of a high-end sanatorium.

At that moment, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. "Fu San, your young master is in quite a good mood, having a candlelight dinner at sea and even bringing it to the hospital, still so happy?"

Alipay ... Fu Zichen's lips twitched as he took the phone number, stuffing it into the pocket of his hospital gown without even looking at it. He then pushed aside the paper and pen, saying, "It's inconvenient." He turned away, no longer paying her any attention, and lay back on his hospital bed, crossing his legs and leisurely starting to nibble on an apple.

The female nurse, without saying a word, restrained Mingmei and turned to walk towards the car

She retracted her mocking expression and sincerely said thank you. If it weren't for him, she would have probably been swept away by the sea long ago. She was not a girl who did not understand gratitude or who made unreasonable demands.

"What?" Although Nan Ge is only twenty-one years old, she has been working as a reporter at the daily newspaper since she entered university, making her quite knowledgeable and experienced, especially since she covers social news. Yet at this moment, she couldn't help but exclaim. "Who is it? Do you know them?"

Stop, stop, stop! Mingmei felt like crying as she looked at the dean with an almost pleading expression. "Can I make a phone call? This is really just a misunderstanding. I did not intend to commit suicide. I will have my friend come to prove my mental state, okay?"

"I am not sick, this is a prank." Mingmei spoke again to explain, gritting her teeth as she said, "I don't know the guy who made the call, he is not my cousin!"

Fu Zichen finally finished the last bite of the apple, tossed the core into the trash can, raised his wrist to check the time, "Let's go, it's about time." The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and the smile was impossible to contain.

Thank heavens! Mingmei immediately got up and followed him towards the hospital entrance. As she descended the stairs, she looked at Fu Zicheng's back and thought, this guy seems to be quite decent aside from having a bit of a sharp tongue

Do you think a phone that has been soaked in seawater can still work? Fu Zichen looked at him with an expression that suggested he was foolish, then pulled Mingmei back to the hospital room and kicked the door shut. "Don't worry, I called a car for you, it will be here soon."

Fu Zichen nodded gravely, grasping the hand of the female nurse with a sorrowful expression: "I entrust my cousin to you, thank you." As he spoke, he pulled the still-dazed Mingmei forward with a push.

The dean personally saw them off, his expression filled with regret and guilt: "I am truly sorry for frightening you."

They waited at the door for a while, but the car did not arrive for a long time. Mingmei did not want to urge them, so she simply hugged her arms tightly and gently tapped her feet. Although the sun was shining brightly, the late autumn wind carried a hint of chill, making her feel a bit dizzy as it blew over her head

The interview vehicle stopped in front of a Sichuan restaurant in the city center. Nan Ge exchanged a few words with her colleague, and then the person drove away. After sitting down and ordering the dishes, Nan Ge rested her hands on the table, gazing at the bright surroundings, "Girl, can we talk now"

The room suddenly fell into a profound silence, with only the crisp sound of Fu Zichen biting into an apple echoing. Mingmei stood awkwardly for a moment, feeling aimless, and had no choice but to lie back down on the hospital bed.

Fu Zichen grinned and waved at Mingmei, who had finally been pushed into the car, his lips moving in a rhythmic manner: "Take care, no need to see you off, never ever meet again." The car slowly started and gradually moved away. Watching Mingmei's furious face, pressed against the glass and shouting wildly, Fu Zichen could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Fu Zichen's expression quickly returned to normal, a glimmer of brilliance flashing in his eyes, yet he spoke淡淡地, "Forget it, I won't argue with a patient"

Forget it. Mingmei smiled weakly. As long as you don't insist on giving me a psychological counseling session, everything is negotiable

She shook her head, wondering what was on her mind! She reached out to rub her painfully throbbing temples, and with a bright yet helpless expression, followed the nurse to register, and was then led into the director's office

Nan Ge was brought over by the newspaper colleagues in an interview vehicle. She pulled Ming Mei into the car, and after a brief introduction of each other, she looked at Ming Mei and asked her: "What happened?" Then she couldn't help but laugh, "You really are full of adventures!"

Fu Zichen waved his hand noncommittally and then walked out of the ward. Ten minutes later, he pushed the door open again, just as Mingmei was about to go out, and the two nearly collided. Mingmei looked up at him and asked, "Um, where are my clothes and bag?"

A female voice soon came through from the other end: "Hello, I am Nan Ge, who is this?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Let me go!" Mingmei finally understood what was happening and struggled with all her might, but to no avail. The two female nurses were surprisingly strong, and Mingmei felt as if her arms were about to be broken. She angrily kicked her legs in the air while struggling and turned her head to curse at Fu Zichan: "Bastard! Son of a bitch! Perverted freak!"

The heart that had been hanging in the balance finally settled down, and she gently exhaled: "Sister Nange, I am Mingmei, and I would like to ask you for a favor."

Sigh, yet another ignorant girl is about to shed tears in the Pacific Ocean! Cheng Jiayang sighed, but there was not a hint of sympathy in his tone. "Fu Zichen, don't blame me for not reminding you, one day you will face retribution!"

"Haha, Cheng Jiayang, you should have come a minute earlier; you missed a great show!" Fu Zichen turned back, resting one hand on Cheng Jiayang's shoulder, and after glancing at the bright direction that had vanished, he cheerfully followed him towards the parking lot

"Here comes your car," Fu Zichen said, pouting his lips, his tone particularly cheerful. When Mingmei raised her eyes, she appeared somewhat bewildered; apart from a vehicle that had just stopped with the words "Municipal Psychiatric Hospital" written on it, there was no other taxi in sight. However, she saw two nurses jumping out of the car and walking straight towards them. "Are you Mr. Fu who called half an hour ago?" the female nurse inquired.

How satisfying it is! Trying to compete with me, little girl! Fu Zichen cheerfully whistled. He had always been the one to tease others, especially in front of girls; no girl had ever dared to challenge him. In his presence, they always appeared gentle and obedient.

Mingmei, with a mix of laughter and tears, pressed her forehead, desperately suppressing the urge to exclaim "Shit." Taking a deep breath, she said: "Why do you believe what he says and not what I say?" This made her feel angry

Mingmei did not respond, but instead turned her gaze to her colleague Nange, who was focused on driving. Nange immediately understood that there were some matters that were not suitable for public discussion. She quickly changed the subject, took off her coat and draped it over Mingmei, and thoughtfully handed her a bottle of mineral water, saying, "You have been busy all morning without eating, right? Let's find a place to have a meal first"

"Worry about yourself!" He shot a glare at Cheng Jiayang. It was the same old story; every time he broke up with a girl, Cheng Jiayang would recite this line like a monk chanting scriptures. After all these years, his ears had grown calloused from hearing it. Moreover, he himself had a notorious reputation; what right did he have to lecture him!

Perhaps the recent days have been too dull, and even a small bit of fun can bring him joy for a long time. He thought to himself

Thank you, alright. "Mingmei nodded slightly.

Scoundrel! Mingmei cursed inwardly through gritted teeth, her face involuntarily flushed slightly, yet she remained composed as she pushed Fu Zicheng away, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and then beckoned him with a finger.

Closing her eyes to take a short nap, yet all she could hear was the crisp sound of teeth crunching on an apple, stirring an uncomfortable sensation in her heart. He must be doing it on purpose; how could one apple take fifteen minutes to eat!

Fu Zichen was momentarily taken aback, but soon leaned in with a cheerful smile and lightly whispered in his ear, "You should be grateful to me; didn't traditional Chinese medicine say that excessive indulgence can harm the kidneys"

Hey! Fu Zichen stared at her with a strange expression, "Aren't you embarrassed as a girl?"

In her heart, she cursed Fu Zichen countless times and secretly vowed that if she ever saw that bastard again, she would definitely beat him until he was left searching for his teeth on the ground

Forty minutes later, Nan Ge hurriedly arrived.

The clothes should not be dry yet. As for the bag? Fu Zichen stroked his chin and pondered, "I don't seem to recall the existence of such an object; it must have been swept away by the sea." He spoke lightly, yet the temples throbbed with a dull ache, as everything in the bag was gone!

The dean hesitated as he looked at her, and finally nodded.

"Get lost!" Fu Zichen naturally understood the meaning behind his words and kicked out, "It has nothing to do with her. Also, don't mention her in front of me in the future. Crying and whining over trivial matters is really annoying!"