The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

Then, Xie Xuan'an met with a psychiatric specialist.

The doctor had a serious expression and a solemn look as he carefully flipped through the psychological assessment report he brought with him. His serious look seemed as if he was interpreting a precious and complex ancient book.

Then, the doctor began to explain Xie Xuan'an's condition in plain language:

"Based on the current test results, there is a clear imbalance in the neurotransmitters in your brain.

Simply put, it's like some important 'messenger' in your brain is out of whack, causing your thoughts, perceptions, and emotions to become confused.

Your symptoms such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder are closely related to this imbalance.

Moreover, long-term psychological stress and adverse life experiences may be important factors that lead to worsening of the disease.”

Xie Xuan'an listened quietly, feeling helpless and fearful, as if he was in a dark and cold abyss and couldn't find a way out.

The pale light in the hospital corridor shone on his face, reflecting his despair.

The doctor continued: “I will develop a comprehensive treatment plan for you.

The first is medication, where you are given drugs that can regulate neurotransmitters, stabilize mood, and improve psychiatric symptoms.”

The doctor picked up a pen, wrote down the names and dosages of several drugs on the prescription, and patiently explained:

"Olanzapine tablets, take one tablet every day before bed, it helps improve your sleep and relieve the symptoms of schizophrenia.

Risperidone tablets, one tablet twice a day, can help control your hallucinations and delusions.

Sodium valproate extended-release tablets, two tablets once a day, can stabilize your mood and relieve the fluctuations caused by bipolar disorder.

Be sure to take these medicines on time and in the correct dosage, and do not increase or decrease the dosage at will.

At the same time, you should come back for regular checkups to observe the efficacy of the medication and possible side effects.”

Xie Xuan'an took the prescription and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

He looked at the big bag containing several bottles of medicine in his hand, feeling mixed emotions and a little absent-minded.

The bag seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it hard for him to breathe.

After leaving the hospital, Xie Xuan'an recalled his time in the United States.

The job of serving Stantel exhausted him physically and mentally. The long-term high pressure and tension gradually caused his psychological defenses to collapse.

Every day and night, he felt like he was walking on a tightrope, very cautiously, yet he could fall into the abyss at any time.

He decided to go to the bank to withdraw some money. When he arrived at the bank, he inserted his bank card and entered his password, his fingers hesitant and trembling on the keyboard.

He checked the balance, and when he saw 500 million RMB displayed on the screen, a brief smile appeared on his face.

However, this smile was soon replaced by concern about the condition.

He knew very well that money could not heal the trauma and illness in his heart, which was a deep helplessness and sorrow.

Xie Xuan walked out of the bank silently, holding the bag of medicine tightly in his hand, looking at the bustling streets, his heart full of confusion and uncertainty about the future.

But he also knew that he had to face it bravely and actively seek treatment in order to regain his former healthy and happy self.

Xie Xuanan returned to the campus with a heavy heart. When he entered the dormitory, it was empty. He quickly hid the three bottles of medicine in his drawer, as if hiding a secret.

After a while, Su Yi came back.

"I'm back!" Su Yi's voice was full of energy, but to Xie Xuan'an, it sounded a little distant and strange.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Xie Xuanan said to him: "I'm going to sleep."

In fact, Xie Xuan'an couldn't sleep at all, he was just looking for an excuse to avoid Su Yi.

By late at night, Su Yi had already fallen asleep, snoring softly. Xie Xuan quietly got up and turned on the desk lamp. The weak light seemed particularly lonely in the dark dormitory.

He began to review and consolidate what he had learned. Every word in the book was like an insurmountable mountain that required him to use all his strength to climb.

He knew that the midterm exam was coming soon, and even though he was ill, he could not give up his studies.

That was the last bit of perseverance and hope in his heart.

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by dark clouds, and the dormitory was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Just as he was concentrating, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open and Ikari's tall figure appeared at the door.

Ikari is tall and straight, like a mountain standing there, but gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

His face has clear contours, as if it were chiseled by a knife, but it is always shrouded in a layer of haze that makes people shudder. His eyes are dark and deep, as if they contain endless secrets and dangers, making people dare not look directly at them.

Yi Shou walked in and saw Xie Xuan'an was still writing something, but he didn't care and walked straight to his bed. However, when he passed behind Xie Xuan'an,

He suddenly stopped, resting his hands on the edge of the table, his body slightly bent, and said in a provocative and indifferent tone:

"Why did you go to the hospital today? Are you mentally ill?"

Xie Xuan'an's body stiffened, and his heart was instantly filled with anger, as if there was a ball of fire burning in his heart.

He never expected that Yikari would follow him. But he quickly reacted and out of his habit of controlling his emotions,

He tried to keep his voice calm:

"What do you mean, why are you following me?"

At the same time, he also knew that it was normal for Ikari, a dark villain, to follow him.

Yi Shou sneered and said concisely and coldly:

"That's what I want to know."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Xie Xuan'an's desk drawer, his eyes full of inquiry and curiosity.

Xie Xuan'an's heart tightened, because his medicine was hidden inside, and that was the secret he least wanted to be discovered.

He tried to stop Yikari, his movements seemed a bit flustered and evasive, like a frightened rabbit. But Yikari still forcefully opened the drawer, and three bottles of drugs for treating mental illness appeared in front of him.

Yikari picked up the medicine bottle, looked at the label, and sneered:

"No wonder you're not normal normally. You have to take three bottles of medicine. That's amazing."

Xie Xuan'an's face darkened instantly, and his voice became a little louder, with anger and humiliation: "Don't make trouble for no reason. It is my own right to get sick or not. There is no need for you to mock me."

Yi Shou looked at the angry Xie Xuan'an and seemed to realize that his words were a bit too much. He put the three bottles of medicine back into the drawer.

He closed the drawer, stood up, and said:

"I'm not mocking you. I'm just caring about you." After saying that, he lay down on his bed and went to sleep.

Xie Xuan'an was in a very bad mood after being disturbed by Yi Shou. He felt as if someone had revealed his most untold secret, and was also mercilessly ridiculed and discriminated against.

His self-esteem was greatly hurt and he had no intention of reviewing, so he decided to go to bed first.

But he tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

This night was extremely long and tormenting for him. The air in the dormitory seemed to have solidified, making people feel suffocated.

Feeling depressed, he scratched his hair. During this period, due to stress, his hair had grown longer, and he felt that he could use more force when scratching it.

He grabbed his hair hard, feeling the pain, as if only this could allow him to relax a little.

For the next two days, Xie Xuan'an was immersed in the pain and anger of having his secret discovered by Yi Shou.

He was absent-minded in class and could not hear a word the teacher said. The fan in the classroom was whirring, but it could not blow away the haze in his heart.

Late at night, the dormitory was so quiet that only the sound of Xie Xuanan flipping through the pages of his book could be heard. He frowned and concentrated on reviewing because the midterm exam was just around the corner.

At this moment, the dormitory door was gently pushed open, and Yi Shou walked in. Xie Xuan'an was very wary of him this time, his eyes were full of vigilance and even stronger disgust.

Yi Shou seemed to realize that his previous behavior was a bit excessive, or he felt that it was no fun to tease Xie Xuan and make him stressed.

He took out a stress relief ball from his pocket, placed it on Xie Xuan'an's desk, and said, "This is for you. If you have a mental illness, just press and squeeze it. It will help relieve stress."

This de-stressing ball comes in a cute pink bunny shape.

Xie Xuan'an did not react immediately. He just stared blankly at the stress-relieving ball, feeling annoyed.

After a while, as if he was disappointed with his friend, he suddenly reached out and picked up the stress-relieving ball and squeezed it hard.

Unexpectedly, in the process of squeezing the decompression ball hard, his tense nerves seemed to actually relax a little.

But even so, Xie Xuan'an was not going to forgive Yi Shou so easily. He still had a stern face and didn't say a word of thanks.

Seeing this, Yishou tactfully stopped talking and turned around to go back to sleep.

The dormitory was quiet again, with only the deformed stress-relieving ball in Xie Xuan'an's hand and the sound of him turning pages of a book.