AWB Chapter 216: Treatment Abroad
Chapter 216: Treatment Abroad
The girl didn't expect that her words would turn the cute puppy in front of her into a white cannonball and rush into the room.
After seeing the scene in the room clearly, Jiang Huanhuan was completely stunned.
The owner of this place seems to have moved in recently and hasn't had time to clean up carefully, so many things are scattered in the corners.
But what Jiang Huanhuan cared about more was that the decoration here did not look like her previous room.
It looks more like it was before I moved in, before it was renovated.
This is not my home.
Amid the noise, the boy also came out.
"Where did this dog come from? It's quite good-looking." He looked Jiang Huanhuan up and down.
Jiang Huanhuan reacted quickly as well. The moment she realized what was happening, she rushed out the door.
Before the girl closed the door, Jiang Huanhuan quickly rolled out of the room.
She ran to Song Linxiao's house without stopping.
However, when she reached that floor, she found that there was no one in the room and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.
It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.
The sky was clear in the morning, but now it was covered with dark clouds. The thick clouds blocked the sunlight, and the cold wind took the opportunity to rob people of their warmth, whistling between heaven and earth.
Jiang Huanhuan looked at the sky feeling a little confused.
The landlady probably doesn't have so much free time to erase her traces and restore it to its original appearance.
This means that all traces of one's existence have been erased.
Is Jiang Huanhuan really gone?
This time, the puppy stayed in the community for a very long time.
At this moment, she was worried about many people.
Worried about Jiang Qi's illness, worried about Bai Qing's relationship, worried about Mrs. Jiang... and most worried about Song Jinmian.
Are you lonely? Are you still working overtime alone?
The cold wind whistled past, making Jiang Huanhuan shiver three times.
She looked up at the sky again, as if she had made some decision, and took a decisive step forward.
It doesn't matter!
Even if Song Jinmian doesn't recognize her anymore, she can still get to know Song Jinmian again!
……
The fine raindrops falling seem weak, but they are as dense as an airtight cloth.
The already cold winter made the already low temperature drop a few degrees in an instant.
The light around him dimmed by several degrees, becoming dark, suffocating, and groggy.
The assistant stared at the rain and couldn't help but sigh again.
"What's wrong? Why are you sighing?" a colleague next to him said.
The assistant was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on the documents in his colleague's arms: "Let's go in later. Mr. Song just fell asleep."
On rainy days, most people are in a bad mood, and Mr. Song’s mood is naturally not much better.
The colleague nodded gratefully, and the next moment, he couldn't help but sigh.
The assistant found it funny: "Just now I thought it was bad for me to sigh, why are you sighing too?"
The colleague clutched the documents in his hand and said, "I'm just a little worried about Mr. Song's health. I just started working here and it took a lot of effort to find such a good job. I don't want to change it in a few months..."
Although it’s a bit stressful to be in front of Mr. Song, the salary is high!
Moreover, Mr. Song is emotionally stable, and even if the situation is not good, he will not vent his anger on them.
The assistant said with a straight face, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Song just hasn't had a good rest recently. There's nothing else wrong."
He did not discuss his boss's ideas with his colleagues.
My colleague was very understanding. Seeing this, he immediately nodded and said, "Okay, okay. You go ahead and do your work. I'll bring the documents in an hour."
After saying that, my colleague turned and walked away, as if a dog was chasing him.
The assistant shook his head.
The new employee who just joined the company is still a little too impetuous, but surprisingly he is very much to Mr. Song's eye. He talks like a jukebox and is also smart and cheerful.
Even if he made some minor mistakes at work sometimes, Mr. Song was very tolerant of him.
A little tape would be better.
The assistant was thinking about these things in his mind, and finally his eyes fell on the closed door, and he couldn't help but sigh again.
Why did Mr. Song’s mental condition suddenly deteriorate in the past few months?
But no matter how deeply we delve into it, there is no answer.
There was no change in anyone or anything. Even Mr. Song's leg showed signs of recovery some time ago.
only……
The assistant thought about this question countless times, but in the end he just shook his head and left.
Compared to the light outside, the light inside the house is darker.
Fine raindrops fell on the eaves, glass, and grass, making a tapping sound.
Because the heater was on, the temperature in the room was very high, but the person lying on the black sheets was sweating profusely.
When I opened my eyes, my brain was still filled with all kinds of messy memories.
Real, false, present, past.
Countless memories gathered into a ball, stinging the brain.
So much so that Song Jinmian stayed in bed for half a day and still couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
In fact, there seems to be no difference between reality and dreams.
The difference is that there is a girl in the dream.
I can't remember what he looked like or what he looked like, but I just remember that he was a child who loved to talk. I would talk to him every day and share interesting stories with him.
He had completely forgotten what he had said, and when he tried to think about it, the stabbing pain deep in his brain became more and more pronounced.
"Song Jinmian!" A female voice sounded in my mind.
His heart was still beating violently in his chest, and his breathing became more rapid.
Song Jinmian helped himself to the headboard and sat up, but he felt a little weak at first. He just kept his hands on the headboard for a moment, then slowly stood up and looked at the clock beside him.
3pm.
The side effects of the medicine are getting worse.
The sleepiness becomes more and more serious, the dreaming frequency becomes more and more frequent, the body becomes weaker and weaker, and it also increasingly affects work and life.
Song Jinmian sighed, pulled out a notebook beside him, and wanted to describe everything in his dream. The pen tip stayed on the page for a long time, but in the end it was still blank.
This scene was extremely familiar in his mind.
It was as if he had written on this page countless times.
According to the psychiatrist, he seemed to have imagined a character.
Even in reality, traces of her existence began to appear.
The good news is that as the dosage of the medicine increased, he began to forget even the girl's name.
All this should have been going in a good direction.
But it seems that is not the case.
When he woke up, his brain protested against taking medicine and eating.
Every time in his dreams, he was like a traveler in the desert, constantly searching for her existence and name, as if he was longing for an oasis.
...are the mental symptoms getting worse?
Song Jinmian took a few deep breaths to calm the tingling in his brain and pressed the button.
The curtains slowly opened, revealing the view outside the window, and light rushed into the room, illuminating the pile of documents.
The assistant also knocked on the door on time and came in with new documents.
The moment the assistant saw Song Jinmian, he knew that he was not in good condition.
After a long silence, the assistant spoke cautiously.
"Mr. Song, if the situation doesn't improve, why don't we just follow the doctor's advice and go abroad for treatment for a while?"