“Mr. Jiang, Miss Ji’s admission procedures are all done …… ”
“Mm, arrange the room. Cool tones aren’t suitable for my girl.”
“What are your next instructions … ”
“First, do a split personality disorder assessment …… ”
“…..”
Lost in a daze, groggy and unfocused, amid a hazy fog, it seemed as if noisy voices drifted to her ears.
Ji Yue Nian couldn’t quite make them out, only vaguely sensed Jiang Chi speaking with someone.
She didn’t know how much time had passed.
Ji Yue Nian slowly opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above her, her heart filled with confusion.
Where was she? What was this place? And now, what was happening?
She tried to get out of bed, but at some point, she found herself in a restraining hospital gown, tightly locking her to the single bed. No matter how hard she struggled, it didn’t budge an inch.
“Miss Ji, you’re awake.” At this moment, a young nurse walked in.
“Who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?”
Seeing the newcomer, Ji Yue Nian blurted out three questions in a row.
The young nurse maintained her gentle smile: “This is Wanqing City Jiayi Private Hospital. I’m a nurse here. You can call me Ren Jia. Your boyfriend brought you in—he’s currently speaking with the chief about your condition.”
Boyfriend? My condition?
Ji Yue Nian froze on the spot.
While Ji Yue Nian was still in a daze, the door suddenly opened. A tall, strikingly handsome man walked in, followed by a doctor and several nurses in white coats.
Upon seeing the man, Ren Jia immediately showed a look of respect: “Mr. Jiang, you’re here.”
Jiang Chi nodded, slowly approached the girl’s bedside, his gaze falling on her pure face. The previously calm eyes instantly turned gentle as water. He softly rubbed her head and said in a warm voice.
“Qingchan, how do you feel? Is he gone now?”
“Jiang Chi… um…” Ji Yue Nian looked up at Jiang Chi. His eyes were so tender, they seemed to drip water, but for some reason, she felt a bit afraid.
…I really know I was wrong.
“Let me go just this once, alright? I’ll definitely compensate you. Once I’m an adult, I’ll have shares in Hongyuan Group too. When our families’ new company opens, I—I—I’ll support you as chairman.”
She’d have been better off not saying anything. As soon as Ji Yue Nian spoke, it was like she’d touched some extremely sensitive nerve in the man.
His face instantly turned dark as storm clouds, and those sharp blue eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent.
“You’re not her!”
“It’s been so long, and you still refuse to let her out!”
“Ji… you really are the primary personality!!”
“Director Yi.” Jiang Chi said blandly. The man in the white coat with black-rimmed glasses stepped up beside him.
“Let’s begin. Qingchan suffers from severe delusional disorder. She often imagines herself as someone else, and frequently talks to herself. Sigh. Start with a split personality assessment report.”
Yi Yan nodded: “Alright.”
He waved his hand. The nurses behind him moved in, methodically pushing Ji Yue Nian’s single bed out of the room.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!”
“Don’t believe him, he’s the crazy one!”
“I really don’t have split personality disorder!”
“That… that… I’m Ji Yue Nian, second young master of Hongyuan Group! I was kidnapped! Save me and my dad will give you five hundred thousand afterwards!!”
Ji Yue Nian, thinking quickly in her panic, shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Believe me! Believe me!”
“My dad really is rich!”
“Save me and I’ll give each of you five hundred thousand!!”
“I really am Ji Yue Nian!”
“……”
In the hospital corridor, a certain girl in a hospital patient’s uniform, strapped to her bed, shouted loudly that she was the second young master of some group. She drew the attention of many nurses, who couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Another mental patient’s gone mad.
What girl calls herself the ‘second young master’? Even ‘second young princess’ would sound more reasonable.
*****
“Miss Ji Qingchan…..”
“My name is Ji Yue Nian!”
“Miss Ji Qingchan…”
“My name is Ji Yue Nian!”
“Ji Qingchan…”
“Call me by the wrong name again and see what happens!!”
Inside the psychiatric assessment room, whenever the attending doctor was about to ask a question, he was immediately interrupted—through a window—by the disheveled, irritable girl who spat threats in a nasty tone.
Just a pane of one-way mirrored glass separated them. Outside, Jiang Chi and Director Yi stood quietly, watching everything that transpired inside.
“Mr. Jiang’s girlfriend really is……” Director Yi chose his words carefully, flattering the biggest patron of the month: “… quite a firecracker.”
“I don’t like her.” Jiang Chi shook his head. Noticing the strange look from the man beside him, he added, “… this personality of hers.”
“How soon can you awaken my Qingchan?” he said again.
Some people play with people, some play with personalities. Only the truly rich play this extravagantly.
Director Yi silently complained to himself.
“Usually, in previous cases, the primary personality has significant control over the secondary. Based on our treatment experience, we typically weaken the primary and cultivate the secondary, thus reversing the roles, overturning the pecking order.”
“I’m not a CEO, I don’t want your PowerPoint plans.” The man said coldly, “I only care about your methods and results.”
“The sooner I see my Qingchan, the fatter your bonuses will be.”
“So what we’re doing now is the split personality assessment report.” Director Yi spread his hands, utterly unsurprised by clients like Jiang Chi.
A few years ago in the Wanqing City classmates group, he’d heard someone complain about a certain rich businessman who rented a whole island just to play roleplay games with his little girlfriend.
What they were doing now—the split personality assessment report—was important, of course. After all, the whole treatment process of “personality separation, personality correction, personality therapy” rested on the patient actually having split personality disorder.
And yet, it was also not important.
It was just a procedure. Even if there was an issue in the future, they could learn from the neighboring construction industry and push the blame onto temp workers.
Inside the psychiatric assessment room, no matter how uncooperative Ji Yue Nian—the irritable girl—became, the attending doctor still called in female nurses to forcibly hold her down, strapped the equipment to her head, and carried out the personality assessment.
After the assessment ended, Ji Yue Nian was once again put in that suffocating restraining gown and returned to her previous hospital room.
At the same time, Jiang Chi somehow appeared with a steaming bowl of millet porridge and followed her inside.
“Qingchan, come eat.” Jiang Chi helped her sit up, picked up the spoon, scooped up some porridge, and fed her.
Ji Yue Nian’s gaze fell on the extremely plain bowl of millet porridge—he hadn’t even bothered to add a bit of pickle. The corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily. Then she looked up at Jiang Chi, pleading in her tone: “Um… Jiang Chi, can we talk seriously?”
“Be good, Qingchan. Drink your porridge first.”
“But… I….”
“Drink your porridge first.”
“Jiang Chi, you…”
“Drink! Why won’t you drink!”
Suddenly Jiang Chi’s mood turned violent. He shoved the spoon roughly into Ji Yue Nian’s mouth, forcing her to swallow, his eyes fierce as he growled, “You can go hungry, but my Qingchan can’t!!”
“Drink! I said, drink!!”
Outside the ward, the young nurse watched the intimate interaction between the two through the soundproof window and couldn’t help but think to herself: “Mr. Jiang really is such a considerate boyfriend~”