PPS Chapter 151

Chapter 151: The Rose That Couldn’t Be Delivered

Chapter 151: The Rose That Couldn’t Be Delivered

Gu Yusen called the doctor to give Chu Zhaoyi a thorough examination. The fact that he woke up was at least a relief.

He also felt a bit more energetic and hurried to the flower shop next to the hospital to buy a single rose.

“Ayi,” Gu Yusen said, holding the bright red rose in front of Chu Zhaoyi.

But it was ruthlessly slapped to the ground.

*

“Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“I checked the medication he was taking before, and it was to suppress the symptoms, but during the treatment process, I didn’t find any evidence of this condition in Chu Zhaoyi. My subjective judgment was that he was cured.”

“In fact, it’s difficult to describe mental illness with just one word. Chu Zhaoyi’s situation is actually very complicated. The outward manifestation is autism.”

“But later, we found out that he had been faking it to some extent. His autism wasn’t that severe, and after a few months of treatment, his social skills, such as communicating with people, could at least allow him to live a normal life.”

“He’s very guarded. The information he revealed to me during previous treatments was that the root of his autism came from bullying by classmates in his childhood, and from other people’s perception of his gender due to his feminine appearance.”

“But in reality, I vaguely sensed something was off, because Chu Zhaoyi didn’t seem to care so much about how the outside world viewed him. So why would he develop such a severe psychological illness because classmates called him effeminate?”

“Now I can confirm that Chu Zhaoyi’s dissociative identity disorder is more serious, and after being stimulated by something this time, the condition that was originally suppressed by drugs has exploded.”

A nurse was left in the ward to watch over Chu Zhaoyi.

The Gu family, the Xie family, and Gu Yusen followed Mason outside the ward.

Gu Yusen’s hand moved slightly at his side. His face didn’t show any emotion, but the stabbing pain in his heart was almost numbing.

“This kind of illness has to do with the living environment to a certain extent, but there should also be genetic factors.”

“Ms. Zhang, Mr. Xie, has there been a history of mental illness within three generations of your family?”

Zhang Anru closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth, “Yes.”

Her younger uncle, who looked extraordinarily like Ayi, had a mental illness, and her grandfather also had a mental illness.

She wasn’t very clear on the specifics.

Mason understood, “Adding in his living environment, the Chu family kept him locked in his room for a long time, which led to him not having friends, no one to accompany him.”

“Extreme loneliness, meeting Gu Yusen, meeting the only person who had ever shown him kindness.”

“But this friendship came to an abrupt end, including Gu Yusen’s broken promise…”

“Chu Zhaoyi fantasized about a person to accompany him, and that person was the twelve-year-old Gu Yusen.”

Mason paused. He knew that these words were unbearable for anyone here.

Whether it was Chu Zhaoyi’s parents or Gu Yusen.

Gu Yusen had put a lot of effort into saving the boy trapped in the darkness, but now he found that the root cause of his lover’s suffering was himself.

“But this condition was discovered by the Chu family, and they took extreme measures to suppress it with drugs. This drug caused some damage to Chu Zhaoyi to a certain extent.”

“And now the condition suppressed by drugs has erupted. It’s like a ticking time bomb. If it wasn’t for this accident, it would have erupted through some other opportunity.”

“What do you mean?” Xie Tingyun frowned, still not quite understanding what Chu Zhaoyi’s situation was now.

“That is to say, in Chu Zhaoyi’s world now, there is a twelve-year-old Gu Yusen standing beside him.”

“I’m not sure about this yet, but if it’s more serious, Chu Zhaoyi’s cognition may be stuck in the period when he first fantasized about Gu Yusen.”

“Judge during your communication. If that’s the case, he won’t have memories from then until now.”

After Mason’s voice fell, the space fell silent.

Zhang Anru’s eyes had already turned red, and she was suppressing her sobs on the side.

“But you don’t need to be too pessimistic.”

“This is actually a good thing for Chu Zhaoyi.”

“It’s like a ticking time bomb, you don’t know when it will explode, so it’s better to discover it and treat it early.”

Mason shrugged and comforted them.

It wasn’t just to comfort them; the logic was indeed like that.

The Chu family gave Chu Zhaoyi prohibited drugs, which suppressed the condition very quickly and effectively.

But in the long run, it would damage his mental state.

If the suppressed condition erupted, it would be a devastating blow to Chu Zhaoyi.

“Then what should we do?” Gu Yusen was the first person to calm down among everyone present.

The sound of Zhang Anru’s sobs slowly stopped, and her gaze also fell on Mason.

“I will prescribe some medication to cooperate with the treatment, but the most fundamental thing is to find the cause. Perhaps you shouldn’t ask me what to do, but ask yourself,” Mason’s gaze fell on the boy in the ward.

The boy smiled and chatted with the air next to him, his behavior revealing an abnormal childishness.

It seemed that the worst thing had happened.

Mason observed Chu Zhaoyi’s condition for a while and prescribed some medication to cooperate with the treatment.

It was impossible for Chu Zhaoyi to accept Mason’s treatment now.

If he rashly told him that this twelve-year-old Gu Yusen was something he had imagined, it would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.

Treatment was impossible.

The patient would not cooperate in his subjective consciousness.

So this matter could only be solved by Gu Yusen.

*

Gu Yusen pushed open the door and walked into the ward. He had shaved his beard, and he looked much more energetic.

Chu Zhaoyi’s wary gaze fell on Gu Yusen.

To him now, the nineteen-year-old Gu Yusen was a stranger, an unfamiliar “adult.”

And based on his previous experiences, strangers always harbored ill intentions.

The twelve-year-old Gu Yusen squatted on the ground, a dogtail grass in his mouth, “Ayi, do you know this person?”

“I don’t know him,” Chu Zhaoyi shook his head. He didn’t know why he woke up here, and there were many strange wounds on his body.

He should have been locked in his bedroom at home, drawing with Brother Sanmu.

“It’s okay! Brother will protect you~” The twelve-year-old Gu Yusen stood in front of Gu Yusen with a fierce look on his face, looking around to find a handy weapon.

As long as Gu Yusen was there, Chu Zhaoyi would feel at ease, so he never questioned these words, but instead curved his eyes.

“Brother Sanmu is so good~” The end of his sentence rose slightly, his tone a little soft.

The scene in front of him was extremely strange.

Gu Yusen’s throat seemed to be blocked by something. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn’t say a word.

His fingers trembled slightly, his fingertips ice-cold, as if all the blood in his body had frozen at this moment.

His gaze fell on Chu Zhaoyi’s face, which was still pale but carried a smile. The boy’s eyes were clear and dependent, unlike the lifelessness he had seen at first.

He suddenly turned around and almost fled out of the ward. The door closed heavily behind him, making a dull sound.

Gu Yusen leaned against the wall in the hallway, covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the churning in his heart.

But the sense of powerlessness and pain surged like a tide, almost drowning him.