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A famous lawyer speaks in a way that is extraordinary, leaving no room for error.
This statement has several meanings, and at least Jian Yunong understands a few points. She can make requests, but they must be reasonable, and whether those requests are met depends on the situation and how pleasing they are to others.
This is equivalent to stepping on her.
Jian Yunong, trapped in a mental hospital, has no qualifications to make demands at this point.
Survival has become difficult, let alone pursuing any mental aspirations.
Suddenly, Jian Yunong realizes that her feelings for Huo Jincheng have elevated to a level of spiritual pursuit.
Feeling helpless, Jian Yunong tosses the divorce agreement aside. "What if I refuse to agree?"
"Given your current health condition, it is understandable that you lack the energy to handle a divorce."
The lawyer is not surprised at all, responding without any loopholes.
"Are you threatening me?" Jian Yunong detects that this implies if she refuses to sign the divorce agreement, she will remain in the hospital indefinitely.
"My psychological issues are not severe enough to require hospitalization."
She cannot stay here for long; even if she is not sick, she will be treated as if she is.
If she stays any longer, Jian Yunong feels she will become useless.
"You have not informed the Huo Family about your psychological issues. Your concealment will not benefit you. Chairman Huo's intention is to spare your feelings and prevent you from facing difficulties in your future life."
A divorced woman struggles enough; let alone a divorced woman with problems.
Jian Yunong thought for a moment, "As I said, if you want a divorce, let Huo Jincheng come and talk to me."
"Mr. Huo is currently abroad; he doesn't have time."
Jian Yunong lay back down on the bed, wrapping herself perfectly in the blanket to fend off the sudden chill that had come over her.
"Then let's wait until he comes back to discuss it."
Jian Yunong was very stubborn.
Huo Jincheng would be back soon; Jian Yunong believed this and reassured herself.
If a divorce were really necessary, she could accept it if he was the one to bring it up.
But Jian Yunong felt that Huo Jincheng would not do such a thing.
His kindness towards her was genuine.
The lawyer smiled, "Wishing you a speedy recovery."
Jian Yunong felt very uncomfortable.
That mysterious smile seemed to suggest that she wouldn't be going out at all.
...
When a person can do nothing but eat and sleep, time becomes particularly long.
Of course, it wasn't that she couldn't do anything; she still had to cooperate with psychological therapy and undergo various problem assessments.
Jian Yunong was resistant.
She had offended Huo Jincheng's mother, who had disliked her from the very beginning.
Jian Yunong did not believe that Mrs. Huo genuinely wanted to help her.
A person who had always been somewhat foolish suddenly became clever, but it was at a time when she should have been making mistakes, leaving Jian Yunong feeling somewhat desperate.
Outside, it was snowing, blanketing everything in white.
Jian Yunong was once again invited to the treatment room.
"Miss Jian, I hope you can cooperate with me and express your inner conflicts. That way, we can tailor our treatment accordingly."
Jian Yunong lifted her head, which had been bowed low. "Isn't there always my treatment data? Ask my previous doctors. The Huo family is wealthy; what is it that you cannot do?"
The doctor smiled. "Of course we have the data, but that was several years ago. A person's psychological state can change every year."
"You mean to say that I might have more than just my previous issues, right?"
The doctor did not answer, but Jian Yunong saw the answer in her eyes.
"If you do not cooperate, we will implement a treatment plan that we deem appropriate."
Jian Yunong remained indifferent, clearly uncooperative, and thought they could do whatever they wanted.
However, she never expected that this group of people would resort to any means necessary to achieve their goals.
Jian Yunong was taken to observe the treatment process of mental patients, and the sounds of suffering pierced her eardrums.
At night, there were people next door who kept talking.
It sounded like they were talking to themselves, or perhaps having a conversation with someone.
Until Jian Yunong heard the sentence, "Don't talk inside my stomach."
Jian Yunong felt a chill run down her spine, and her mind flashed back to all the horror movies she had watched over the years.
Jian Yunong couldn't sleep all night.
Because the person on her left had fallen asleep, the one in the room on her right started banging against the wall.
What a lively scene it was.
During the day, Jian Yunong told the nurse that she wanted to change rooms!
The nurse was surprised, "No way, there’s no one next door at night."
Jian Yunong didn't believe it; how could that be? Those sounds were so real!
The nurse called the doctor over, and they came to a brand new conclusion: it turned out that Jian Yunong had hysteria. The events at night were merely figments of her imagination.
Jian Yunong exclaimed, "You are the ones who are sick! I think your entire hospital is sick!"
Jian Yunong was sent for treatment, and the most terrifying part was the electroconvulsive therapy. The pain felt like needles piercing through her limbs and body, embedding themselves in her blood and flesh.
Jian Yunong was drenched in cold sweat, as if she had rolled in a pot of boiling oil.
If this pain was only temporary, then not being able to sleep at night was an even more torturous ordeal.
The rooms on either side felt haunted, restless and unceasing.
It wasn't until dawn that Jian Yunong finally managed to fall asleep, only to be woken by a nurse to take her medication.
Another day of treatment began.
This "fulfilling" regimen continued for three days, and Jian Yunong lost weight, appearing dazed, her once bright eyes now devoid of sparkle.
When the nurse spoke to her, she would stare blankly at a certain spot, lost in thought.
"I want to sleep," Jian Yunong protested. "I don't want to participate in these treatments. I just want to sleep."
If she didn't get proper rest soon, Jian Yunong felt she might truly lose her mind.
The nurse was surprised. "Miss Jian, sleeping like this is also a problem."
Jian Yunong remained silent.
She had already lost the strength to argue with them.
As time passed, she couldn't remember how many days had gone by.
She kept waiting for Huo Jincheng to notice her absence and come to find her.
But later on, in her unbearable pain, she suddenly realized that her feelings for Huo Jincheng were nothing more than fleeting; what could possibly stand against her mother's wishes?
Jian Yunong didn't even have the strength to cry.
Yet one must always hold onto hope; without hope, there is no anticipation. What difference is there between living and dying?
Jian Yunong always stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside. She finally understood why those patients liked to gaze out the window.
Freedom, it turned out, was so rare.
……
Jian Yunong thought she would wait for Huo Jincheng, but unexpectedly, the one who came to rescue her was Yi Nansheng.
This man whom she had loved for many years and could no longer love felt like a divine being descending from the heavens, driving away those who wanted to experiment on her.
Jian Yunong was held in his arms, smiling in a way that looked worse than crying.
"Why is it you again?"
Clearly, they could never go back, yet he made her feel indebted in so many ways.
Whose fault was it really back then...
Jian Yunong used all her strength to grasp Yi Nansheng's collar. "Take me away."
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