Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (62)
After waking up, Song Yan quickly fell into the chaos of self-consciousness.
Two nurses rushed to hear the sound and saw him muttering to himself while holding his head. Thinking that he was insane again, they immediately notified the attending doctor.
Xia Lin didn’t know how he left the ward.
He stood there against the wall, feeling cold all over his body.
He has always felt that the Song Yan in this life and Song Yan’s love for him is so complete and unreal.
He always had a foreboding that he will wake up from this unreal dream one day. However, he did not expect that he would wake up in such an absurd way that makes people unable to refute and wake up so unexpectedly.
He almost accepted Song Yan’s love and almost told Song Yan himself that he was willing to wait for him.
Even if his love with Song Yan has not yet begun, it has already ended. He didn’t know whether he should regret it or if he was fortunate.
Song Yan’s hysterical voice came intermittently from the ward: “You let me go! I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy!”
The attending doctor said to the nurses around him: “Prepare another stabilizer!”
The nurse hesitated: “The interval between the two shots is a bit short, right?”
When a patient is mentally deranged, he will show a tendency of self-harm. At present, he can only take such coercive measures to stabilize his emotions.
Song Yan shouted while struggling: “Xia Lin! Where are you, Xia Lin? I want to see Xia Lin!”
Xia Lin abruptly recovered from his great loss and depression. He realized that there were still very difficult things to deal with right now and he didn’t have time to complain about himself here.
He took a deep breath and walked into the ward and said, “Doctor, can you let me talk to him first?”
The doctor turned his head to look at him suspiciously: “May I ask who you are?”
“I am his friend….”
Before Xia Lin finished speaking, Song Yan had already seen him and immediately called for help, “Xia Lin, where did you go? I thought you didn’t want me anymore. Xia Lin, please help me—”
Xia Lin said to the doctor: “Look, I am his friend. I probably know what is wrong with him. Please do not use stabilizers on him. Let me try to talk to him first.”
The doctor pondered for a moment and said to Song Yan: “Mr. Song, now we will let you go. I hope you can calm down, okay?”
Song Yan’s gaze remained fixed on Xia Lin and he nodded indiscriminately. Several medical staff helped him back to the hospital bed.
Before exiting the ward, the attending doctor whispered to Xia Lin: “The patient is now very unstable, may have a tendency to self-injure, and may also harm people around him. We have taken away all the sharp weapons in the ward but you also need time. Be vigilant, if the situation is difficult to control, immediately ring the bell to notify me.”
“Okay.” Xia Lin nodded in response.
After everyone withdrew, Xia Lin closed the door with his hand, then walked to Song Yan and sat down.
Song Yan grabbed his hand and said, “Xia Lin, I’m not crazy. I just…my mind is a little messy. You have to believe me!”
“I believe in you.” Xia Lin nodded, “Do you have anything you want to tell me?”
“I. . .” Song Yan was unfocused for a moment and there was an unspeakable sadness on his face when he said incoherently, “I don’t know what’s going on. There is always a picture of you lying in the funeral home in my mind and Brother Liang is standing next to me. We were all sad. . .I originally thought it was a dream but after waking up, this sad mood still lasted for a long time, as if it was a real thing. When I think of these pictures, my brain hurts and I can’t bear it. There are many other pictures that bothers me. One will be you, one will be Luotong, and the other will be my dad. I have never had many pictures. I have experienced it but I don’t know why, It feels so real as if it has happened, especially Luo Tong. I am obviously only friends with him, but why do I feel that I am together with him. . .”
He suddenly stopped and raised his eyes carefully to look at Xia Lin: “No, I mean, I am always disturbed by some unfamiliar pictures. They give me illusions, as if I have done those things before, even feels so real…”
“You saw that you and Yu Luotong used to be together, didn’t you?” Xia Lin said calmly, “You love him madly and you will break your relation with your father for him.”
Song Yan didn’t understand how Xia Lin could say something like that and opened his mouth but was unable to refute it.
After a long while, he murmured: “Xia Lin, why do you know this?”
“Is it true? I clearly remember that I went to a different university with him but why did I have a picture in my mind of being on a university campus with him and that school is very strange. I have never been to it but I am very familiar with the plants and trees there. Xia Lin, what is wrong with me, do you know something?”
Xia Lin didn’t answer. He forced himself to look at Song Yan from the perspective of others objectively and calmly. His tone became calmer than ever, even colder.
“Song Yan, do you want to be injected with tranquilizers by the doctor by force?”
Song Yan immediately shook his head.
“In the next few days, there may be more chaotic and disorderly pictures in your mind. You need a little time to arrange these pictures. In this process, you must control your emotions and can no longer arbitrarily alarm the doctor. Otherwise, I won’t be able to save you, do you understand?”
Song Yan actually didn’t quite understand it.
He looked at Xia Lin and begged: “Xia Lin, you must know what is right? Can you tell me?”
“I don’t need to tell you these things,” Xia Lin said, “After you sort out your clues, you will naturally understand.”
