Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

After waking up, Song Yan soon fell into the chaos of self-consciousness.

Two nurses rushed over and saw him holding his head and muttering to himself, thinking that he was insane again, so 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 Song Yan in this life, and Song Yan's love for him, is so perfect, so perfect that it is too unreal, and he has always had a premonition that this unreal dream will wake up one day

But he didn't expect that he would wake up in such a way that seemed absurd but had no power to refute, and he woke up so unexpectedly.

He was almost about to accept Song Yan's love, almost telling Song Yan himself that he was willing to wait for him.

But the love between him and Song Yan had ended before it even started.

He didn't know whether he should feel sorry or happy.

Song Yan's hysterical voice could be heard intermittently in the ward: "Let me go! I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!"

The attending doctor said to the nurse beside him, "Prepare another tranquilizer!"

The nurse hesitated for a moment: "Isn't the time between the two times a bit short?"

When the patient is insane, he will have a tendency to self-mutilate. At present, this kind of compulsory measures can only be used to stabilize his emotions.

Song Yan shouted while struggling: "Xia Lin, where are you, Xia Lin? I want to see Xia Lin_一"

Xia Lin recovered from the great loss and depression, and realized that there are still very difficult things to deal with right now, and he has no time to feel sorry for himself here.

He took a deep breath, walked into the ward and said, "Doctor, can you let me talk to him first?"

The doctor turned to look at him suspiciously: "Excuse me, are you?"

"I am his friend…."

Before Xia Lin finished speaking, Song Yan had already seen him, and immediately shouted for help: "Xia Lin, where did you go just now, I thought you didn't want me anymore. Xia Lin, please save me—"

Xia Lin said to the doctor: "Look, I'm his friend, I probably know what's wrong with his mind, please don't use tranquilizers on him first, let me try to talk to him first."

The doctor pondered for a moment, then said to Song Yan: "Mr. Song, let us let you go now, I hope you can calm down, is that okay?"

Song Yan's eyes were glued to Xia Lin's body, and he nodded indiscriminately when he heard the words.

So several medical staff helped him back to the hospital bed.

Before leaving the ward, the attending doctor whispered to Xia Lin: "The patient's mood is very unstable now, and he is likely to have a tendency to harm himself, and may also hurt the people around him. We have taken away all the sharp weapons in the ward, but you also need time to Be vigilant, and if the situation gets out of control, you will immediately ring the bell to notify me."

"Okay." Xia Lin nodded in response.

After everyone withdrew, Xia Lin closed the door with his backhand, then walked up to Song Yan and sat down.

Song Yan grabbed his hand and said, "Xia Lin, I'm not crazy, I'm just... just a little confused, trust me!"

"I believe you." Xia Lin nodded, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Me." Song Yan's eyes were lost for a moment, with an unspeakable sadness on his face, and he babbled incoherently, "I don't know what's going on, but the picture of you lying in the funeral parlor always comes to mind, and Brother Liang. Brother Liang is standing next to me, we are all sad... I thought it was a dream, but after waking up, this sad emotion still lingers for a long time, as if it happened in real life. When I think of it These scenes are just so painful, I can't bear the pain, and there are many other scenes that are disturbing and intertwined. One moment is you, another moment is Luo Tong, and another moment is my dad. I have never experienced many scenes before. But I don't know why, it feels as real as if it happened before, especially Luo Tong, I am obviously just friends with him, but why do I feel that I and him..."

He suddenly stopped, and looked up at Xia Lin cautiously: "No, what I mean is, I am always disturbed by some strange pictures, they give me some illusions, as if I have done those things before, and I don't even feel So true..."

"You saw that you and Yu Luotong were together before, right?" Xia Lin said calmly, "You love him so much that you would break up with your father because of him."

Song Yan didn't understand why Xia Lin would speak out. He opened his mouth, but he was powerless to refute. After a while, he murmured: "Xia Lin, why do you know this?"

"Is it true? I clearly remember that I went to a different university from him, but why do I have a picture of being on the university campus with him in my mind, and that school is very strange, I have never been to it, But I am very familiar with every plant and tree there. Xia Lin, what happened to me, do you know anything?"

Xia Lin didn't answer, he forced himself to look at Song Yan objectively and calmly from the perspective of others, his tone became calmer than ever before, even cold.

"Song Yan, do you want to be forced to inject tranquilizers by the doctor?"

Song Yan immediately shook his head.

"In the next few days, there may be more chaotic images in your mind. You need a little time to arrange and reorganize these images. During this process, you must control your emotions and stop alerting the doctor at will. Otherwise, I can't save you, do you understand?"

Song Yan didn't really understand what he heard, he looked at Xia Lin and begged: "Xia Lin, you must know something, right, can you tell me."

"I don't need to tell you these things," Xia Lin said, "After you sort out your thoughts, you will naturally understand."