My first night in the mental hospital.
Having finally escaped Qu Wanying's side, Luo Bai lay on the bed.
The two people in the same room were both acting strangely.
One claimed to be a lost soul from another world, while the other said he was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva and would convert him to enlightenment and ascend to heaven if he gave him two hundred yuan!
Having just been swindled out of his money, Luo Bai gritted his teeth. His eyes were dry and swollen; he hadn't slept well for days and nights.
Why did his life turn out like this? Just six months ago, he was the most favored person in both the Qin Family and Luo Family.
He knew years ago, when he was bound to the system, that he would become a person in the spotlight and usher in a brilliant life.
All outstanding men would go crazy for him, fall at his feet, be infatuated with him, be obsessed with him, and idolize him.
He spent a lot of time on winning over the characters.
But after Luo Beishi was forced into marriage, everything began to change. If he had been the one who married into the family, he would have been cherished by Huo Cixiao!
It's all Luo Beishi's fault... It's all his fault. Why did he have everything from birth? He had Luo Beishi completely under his thumb, so why was he still able to turn the tables!
"Ahhh...! Luo Beishi! Why don't you just die!" His stubble-covered chin, dry and peeling lips, dull and dry skin from neglect, and disheveled hair from his excessive resistance when he was captured made him look no different from a real mental patient.
At first, he just had a mental breakdown, but who knew he would be mistaken for a madman or a psychopath.
Because he couldn't contact anyone, and the people around him didn't believe he wasn't mentally ill, the feeling of helplessness and suffocation made his chest feel tight and blocked.
"Young man, give me two hundred yuan..."
"Go to hell! Here, take your horse!"
"If you're not going to give it to me, then fine, but why are you swearing at me!"
"I'm cursing you, you liar, all liars should die! Luo Beishi deserves to die, Xu Qing deserves to die, you all deserve to die!" Luo Bai rolled out of bed and walked step by step to bed number three, where the middle-aged man was still laughing.
The middle-aged man, who called himself a Bodhisattva, kept opening and closing his mouth, muttering incessantly.
Enraged and red-eyed, Luo Bai was already experiencing tinnitus and couldn't hear anything around him. He desperately wanted to vent his emotions; he was going crazy, he wanted to kill someone...
Having reached the man, he stretched out his hands, intending to strangle the person on the bed, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man kicked him, sending him crashing back to the edge of his own bed. "Hiss!"
My back was sore from hitting the edge of the bed.
"What the hell? I told you to give me two hundred yuan and I'd convert you, but you want to hit me?! You really are a lunatic! Humph! Trash!" The middle-aged man looked innocent. He was tall and strong, and ate a lot. Every day when it was time to serve food, he was always the first to rush over.
Luo Bai's face turned from bluish-red to deathly pale; her back ached terribly...
"Go to hell..."
Already slumped onto the floor, he gritted his teeth and cursed the man, "Go to hell, Tongtong go to hell! You dare hit me? I'm the protagonist of this world! Do you want to die...? Hahaha... No rush, after you hit me, you won't be able to sleep anymore, because I'll smother you with a pillow..."
He cursed as he grinned, his face contorted in a grotesque, grotesque expression, a morbid and malevolent smile playing on his lips.
But before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man smiled, put on his slippers, walked up to him, and kicked him in the head.
Luo Bai, who had once resorted to any means necessary and even the most disgusting methods, was kicked so hard that his head was spinning and he saw stars. Clutching his head, he cried out in anguish, "How dare you hit me!"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do! How dare you murder the Bodhisattva! You have some nerve! The Bodhisattva told me to beat you! You piece of trash!"
The doctor who rushed over upon hearing the commotion saw the person lying on the ground and heard from the monitoring room that it was the patient in bed number 55250 in bed number two who had reached out to strangle the patient in bed number three.
The patient in bed number three then fought back, because the patient in bed number two had been cursing number three. Number three had never caused any trouble; he was just a good eater and had always been well-behaved.
So the hospital's scales ultimately tipped in favor of the big, clumsy guy in bed number three.
Because they heard Luo Bai muttering about wanting to kill someone, the hospital was worried about something going wrong, so they gave him a private room.
However, the ward was rather secluded and gloomy, with few people passing by at night. Luo Bai was pulled by two strong caregivers towards that ward.
"Let me go! Listen to me! Why won't you listen! I'm really not mentally ill! I'm really not! Let me go! I don't want to go! Ahhh!!"
Luo Bai's screams were heart-wrenching, but those who had brought him there were already used to it. They offered perfunctory words of comfort, "Okay, okay, our 55250 isn't mentally ill, he's a good boy."
Luo Bai's eyes were bloodshot and bulging with rage, tears streaming down his face. He struggled desperately to break free, but to no avail. His wrists ached from being gripped so tightly. He roared, "I'm not 250! I don't want the number 250! Let me go! Let me go home!"
Caregiver: "Okay, okay, I'll take you home now!"
Unable to break free, Luo Bai was placed in a dimly lit ward with a private bathroom and a leaky faucet.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
By the time Luo Bai realized what was happening, the caregiver had already left and locked him from the outside to prevent him from actually coming out and killing someone.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
In the still of the night, the hospital bed and walls were pristine white. Even though the window was open, it was welded shut with security bars.
The pale blue curtains were gently lifted by the breeze.
The eerie fear of the night was gradually amplified.
His heart began to pound slowly. He swallowed hard, quickly got into bed, lay down on his side facing the wall, pulled the blanket over himself, and smelled the disinfectant on the blanket. He pursed his lips, a chill running down his back.
His body began to tremble. Even though he desperately needed to urinate, he was too afraid to resist and held it in. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed a line of small writing on the wall. "Dare to sleep in my bed... then come play in the underworld with me... I'm behind you..."
Before Luo Bai could even feel the warm, moist sensation spreading beneath him, he completely fainted.
In less than a few days
When he saw Luo Bai's current situation, he instinctively tilted his head back, which startled him. It seemed that Luo Bai was doing well, so he was relieved.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"Ah? I'm giving you a storybook. I plan to continue telling you bedtime stories..." Luo Beishi's sincere, big eyes sparkled.
Huo Cixiao's apple bobbed slightly. "Honey, I think listening to radio dramas before bed is a good idea. We haven't been watching any in a while, and I know the ones I like have all finished airing, we just haven't had time to listen to them."
Luo Beishi smiled and gestured: pointing and gesturing. (JPG)
"If you did fewer colorless things at night, you wouldn't be so busy."
"Honey, I didn't even realize it until you mentioned it. We haven't done our exercise yet tonight."
"...!!!"