"No matter what method I use, even torture, I want her to never be able to leave this place for the rest of her life."
This was the only sentence Lin Zhi said when she brought Lin Xi here.
It was already a blessing to let her live. After hearing about Lin Xi's situation, the dean was furious and decisively granted Lin Zhi's request.
Yes, this hospital exists to punish people like this. As for curing them, they are absolutely capable, provided that the person is worthy of returning to normal.
In the courtyard, some patients were out for fresh air, some sat motionless on a bench staring blankly at the sky, some were digging holes in the ground like dogs, and others were playing around like children.
Lin Zhi was worried that Jiang Lai was not feeling well, so she put her arm around her shoulder and said, "If it really doesn't work, let's go."
Jiang Lai sighed and said in a muffled voice, "No, I want to see her."
Entering the hospital and walking through the long corridor, the patients' frantic shouts filled the air, making one feel uneasy. The old staircase was quite dilapidated, and the two of them held hands as they climbed the steps together.
"Have you ever thought about sending me in?" Jiang Lai suddenly asked.
Lin Zhi was startled and squeezed her hand tightly as a warning: "Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Lai pursed her lips and lowered her head. At that moment, she heard that beautiful voice enter her ears again, like pearls falling to the ground, like spring water striking stone.
"You're not sick."
"Don't lie to me." Jiang Lai laughed self-deprecatingly, "I can feel it myself, and I'm also..." annoyed with myself.
You can't say that, or my sister will get angry.
Lin Zhi, the "fool," stopped and stared into Jiang Lai's eyes, speaking each word with unwavering conviction: "You're just throwing a tantrum at me."
Are you throwing a tantrum?
Is that really the case?
The hospital director personally received Lin Zhi. Over the past six months, Lin Zhi had donated a considerable amount of money to the hospital, making her a major benefactor. It wouldn't do to treat her poorly.
The hospital director was a middle-aged man in his forties with receding hairline, who looked like he had been quite troubled by these patients: "Miss Lin, the person you sent here is truly hateful. They used to share a room, but I separated them after she bit off one of No. 3's ears."
Lin Zhi snorted, holding Jiang Lai's hand tightly without letting go: "Is that so? Then it seems the dean will need to give her extra attention."
"Special attention, of course! We've arrived."
The three walked to a white metal door. Through the glass, they could see everything inside without any blind spots.
Lin Xi's hair had reached her waist, but it was very messy, with clumps stuck together, like chewing gum stuck to her hair when she was a child. Her hospital gown was also covered in dirt. She was squatting in the corner with her back to the door, and it was impossible to see what she had carved on the wall.
"Can we go in?" Jiang Lai stared at the people inside, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the veins on the back of her hands like small snakes.
Lin Zhi looked at the dean and asked, "Is that alright?"
The hospital director hesitated for a moment, then called two burly male nurses. He only opened the metal door after the two arrived.
The two male nurses rushed forward and grabbed Lin Xi the moment the door opened. She was stunned and struggled wildly, her voice echoing throughout the entire floor and even penetrating to the next floor.
Lin Zhi covered her ears, turned her head but didn't see Jiang Lai, and when she looked up she found that the person had already gone into the house.
"Lin Xi, it's been a long time. Seeing you in such a disheveled state, I'm relieved."
Lin Xi stopped yelling and stared blankly at Jiang Lai, muttering, "Lai Lai, my Lai Lai, no... where is that woman!"
Seeing Lin Zhi behind her, Lin Xi broke free from the two men's grasp and rushed in front of Lin Zhi in the blink of an eye. Her speed and strength were astonishing, leaving even the two men who were usually responsible for her bewildered.
The moment the sharp fingertips appeared before Lin Zhi's eyes, she finally understood what Lin Xi was doing facing the wall: she was filing her nails, filing them until they were sharp enough to kill.
The sharp fingertip stopped in front of Lin Zhi's pupil, just a hair's breadth away from piercing it.
Linxi is fast, but Jianglai is even faster.
She grabbed Lin Xi by the back of her hospital gown and pulled her backward, then slammed her against the wall with enough force to break her ribs. But Lin Xi was insane and didn't feel the pain, so she got up from the ground again.
Jiang Lai stood in front of Lin Zhi and grabbed her wrist as Lin Xi rushed forward again, skillfully dislocating one of her arms.
"ah!!!"
Before the first scream could finish, another scream followed.
Jiang Lai dislocated both of her arms. This time, she lost all strength and crawled on the ground like a worm. She glared fiercely at Lin Zhi, muttering repeatedly, "Kill you, kill you!"
"Smack!"
A slap landed on Lin Xi's face.
"This slap was for Wu Qianqian."
Then came two more slaps.
Jiang Lai gritted her teeth and grabbed her collar, her molars almost breaking: "These two slaps were for me and Lin Zhi!"
After saying that, she threw the person on the ground, clapped her hands in disgust, and walked out of the small ward without looking back.
The moment the door closed, the three heard cries coming from inside the hospital room: "Lai Lai! Don't leave me! I love you... I love you so much..."
“Lai Lai…”
Jiang Lai raised her hand to interrupt her: "Sister, let's go on a trip."
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Author's Note:
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Chapter 85
The capital of country F has no sweltering heat in summer, and it rarely rains but is mostly cloudy.
Jiang Lai loved this kind of weather. Holding an umbrella, she walked side by side with her lover through the romantic streets of Paris, from the Montmartre Art Place to the Louvre. The classical architecture cast a faint sadness over Jiang Lai's heart, but she didn't know where this sadness came from.
Jiang Lai prides herself on not being an artist, but when she sees paintings by artists from the last century, she can't help but feel a sense of respect.
Seeing that she was frozen in place, Lin Zhi asked softly, "Do you like it?"
Jiang Lai shook her head: "I don't like it, but Auntie will definitely like it."
"You're being honest; if you didn't like it, why did you come?"
Jiang Lai blinked, raised her hand to touch the painting in front of her, then withdrew it mid-air: "You see, this painting is in front of me but I can't touch it. If I like it but can't have it, why bother saying I like it?"
Lin Zhi paused for a moment, then sighed and lowered her head: "What you're saying is too profound, I don't understand."
"It's not hard to understand, because what I like is something that doesn't belong to me. Saying 'I like you' a thousand or ten thousand times won't make it my thing, so it's best not to say it. But if it is something that belongs to me, why shouldn't I say it?"
What to like and dislike, what to belong to and what not to belong to.
Lin Zhi was confused by her words. She lowered her head in shame. She couldn't even understand what a child was saying, so what right did she have to be called "sister" by someone else?
Jiang Lai didn't dwell on whether Lin Zhi responded to her. After appreciating the painting, she moved on to the next one without lingering.
As we left the Louvre, a soft melody began to fall from the sky, as if we were in a hazy dream, veiled in a light mist, adding a unique touch of romance to Paris.
The Gothic architecture around them constantly reminded them that they were not in the country, that no one knew them here, and that they could be themselves without restraint.
Jiang Lai opened her umbrella, sheltering Lin Zhi and herself under it, and then opened the umbrella, shrouding them both in darkness.
With the melodious sound of a violin filling the air, Jiang Lai said, "The Second Romance."
Lin Zhi was taken aback: "What... um."
The umbrella sheltered most of their bodies, and where no one could see them, the two women embraced and kissed passionately and romantically in the Paris rain.
The song ended, the kiss ended.
The umbrella was raised, and the two women blushed. The younger one looked at the other with bright, smiling eyes: "What I mean is, you can openly say that you like me."
This answers the previous question.
But Lin Zhi's body was already numb from that kiss, her mind was numbed, and the kiss was like alcohol, even more intoxicating than alcohol.
Lin Zhi covered her lips, tears welling in her eyes. Her body trembled, unable to hide her joy: "You're back?"
Jiang Lai nodded: "If you don't come back soon, my beloved's eyes will be swollen from crying."
The person who just played the violin was an elderly woman with a white beard. Because the violin had gotten wet in the rain, she was wiping it and preparing to leave.
Playing the violin on a rainy day is bad for the instrument, but once a piece has started, a true lover will not allow it to stop halfway through.
Jiang Lai walked up to the old man with an umbrella, put the banknotes into the box, and the old man looked up at them and thanked them in F language.
The two understood and responded with a smattering of what they had learned before, and then there was no further communication.
Back at the hotel, the two took showers to wash away the rainwater.
Jiang Lai came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and saw Lin Zhi lying on the hotel bed, her two slender legs swinging in front of her. She walked over and pulled down Lin Zhi's bathrobe, covering those two beautiful legs that made her want to swallow.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Lai asked, leaning closer to find that the man was searching for violin music on Baidu.
Lin Zhi turned off her phone, turned over and looked up at Jiang Lai, her half-dry long hair draped over the white sheets: "I want to hear that song from this afternoon again, but I've forgotten what it's called."
Although Lin Zhi is familiar with many musicians, she has never been interested in music since childhood. In music class, she was like an idiot and was the target of her classmates' ridicule. She was tone-deaf and ran away to the Northwest. In order not to expose her shortcomings, she never expressed her opinions on music. Even if there were idols under her management, she was only responsible for publicity.
Jiang Lai chuckled: "It's the second romance."
"Oh~" Lin Zhi searched for the name on Baidu, clicked on the first video, and the familiar melody echoed in the room.
Jiang Lai lay down, casually draping her arm over Lin Zhi's waist, her fingertips tapping a rhythm on her back.
After listening to the piece, Lin Zhi belatedly realized, "You know how to play it?"
I remember Jiang Lai's resume said she was tone-deaf, but how could someone who is tone-deaf know how to keep a beat?
Jiang Lai retorted, "Why not?"
As she spoke, she took out her phone, found a video, and started playing it.
The video shows a bedroom with a girl standing in the center of the frame, her back to the camera. Music plays, and the girl sways her body to the rhythm of the music, drawing beautiful arcs in the air with her right hand. It's not only an auditory treat but also a visual one.
Lin Zhi felt regretful, wishing she had been there.
As the video ended, Jiang Lai spoke leisurely, "Does this sound familiar?"
Lin Zhi nodded: "Sky City".