Although Zhan Mohan indeed trusted Stuart's professionalism more than the hospital, he couldn't help but worry whenever it concerned Wei Yumeng.
Finally, Stuart returned to the office with Wei Yumeng.
“Mr. Stuart, how is my wife?”
Stuart frowned, appearing somewhat displeased. "I can responsibly tell you that your wife does not have any mental problems. It's just that the recent events have had some impact on her."
While Zhan Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, his mood did not improve. He couldn't help but think about what he had done to Wei Yumeng, and ultimately, he was wrong. (Reading)
"As her husband, you should always pay attention to her condition. Do you know that if this continues, she might genuinely be driven mad?"
Stuart was a man who prioritized love. If he hadn't witnessed the scene earlier, he wouldn't have taken on the case. He just hadn't expected that the situation would be so infuriating.
Zhan Mohan lowered his head. "I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me," Stuart said and left in a huff.
Wei Yumeng walked to Zhan Mohan's side. "This Mr. Stuart is truly a man of true feelings."
"Yumeng, I'm sorry," Zhan Mohan said softly to Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng said gently, "This is not your fault at all. The fault lies with the mastermind. Even I almost truly believed that it was all an illusion."
However, now that it had been proven that Wei Yumeng's illness was fake, it also proved that everything that had happened before was real.
Then their goal was very clear: as long as they found the person who was playing tricks behind the scenes, the truth would be revealed.
Since many things happened only when Wei Yumeng was alone, to catch that person, they just needed to make that person believe that nothing had changed, and they would eventually show themselves again.
With this thought, Zhan Mohan had an idea.
Zhan Mohan took Wei Yumeng back to the hospital. Wei Yumeng appeared to be in a bad state, not saying a word, only tightly gripping Zhan Mohan's arm.
"Doctor, I've brought her back. I don't want to experience such a thing again."
The attending doctor broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that Zhan Mohan was not someone to be trifled with.
"Mr. Zhan, please rest assured, we will definitely strengthen the care for Mrs. Zhan this time."
As he spoke, he gestured to the nurses nearby to help Wei Yumeng into the ward.
Zhan Mohan then entered Wei Yumeng's ward.
Perhaps because news of Wei Yumeng's return had spread, many people came to visit her that day, and there was a lot of coming and going.
Although most of the time Wei Yumeng was asleep due to the sedatives, her friends who were taking care of her never left. They only left in the evening when the hospital's rules prohibited family members from staying overnight.
Wei Yumeng knew she had slept for a whole day and woke up feeling a bit groggy.
But she heard a small noise from under the bed, as if someone was knocking on the bed frame. This made her feel a little more at ease.
She sat on the bed, staring blankly, just like before, and kept waiting. Finally, that voice appeared again.
"It seems you still haven't succeeded in committing suicide."
Wei Yumeng lowered her head and didn't speak.
"If that's the case, I can only target your children. You miss them, don't you? You haven't seen them since you came here."
Wei Yumeng immediately became agitated. "Don't hurt my children."
"How could I possibly hurt them? Don't you remember that I'm just an illusion you imagined? How could I hurt them? Don't you think so?"
"No, you are not an illusion at all!"
As Wei Yumeng spoke, she backed away a few steps on the bed. At this moment, another knocking sound came from under the bed, and she calmed down a little.
She knew that she wouldn't fall for the trap so easily now. After all, a more professional person had already performed a psychological evaluation for her. What she needed to do now was to find a way to lure the person speaking out.
"If you're not an illusion, why are you still in the hospital? Isn't this the only place for mental patients? Do you, a mental patient, really know what you're saying?"
"Of course I know. I'm not crazy at all. You are not an illusion, you are not!"
At this moment, the ward door suddenly burst open with a bang.
"That's right, I'm not an illusion. But who would believe you now?"
Wei Yumeng finally saw the person clearly. It was a man she had never seen before, but he was wearing the uniform of a hospital orderly.
"Tomorrow, the entire hospital will know that you've gone mad again and that you've harmed someone, and that someone is me."
This reminded Wei Yumeng of the days she spent in the intensive care unit, which were truly dark and hopeless. She didn't want to go back to that time.
At that time, it was almost certain that she was suffering from dissociative identity disorder.
The man had already walked to the bedside. Before Wei Yumeng could react, he had already grabbed her throat.
"If you don't fight back, I'm going to strangle you to death right here today."
The man also deliberately placed a small knife near Wei Yumeng.
"You... you bastard!"
Wei Yumeng struggled but did not pick up the knife. She knew that if she really fought back, it would be more than just being treated as a lunatic.
"Is that so? It seems you're quite a fiery woman. You'd rather die than fight back, is that it?"
Wei Yumeng's eyes were firm. "I won't be fooled by you again! If I won't do it, I won't do it! I won't do it even if I die!"
At this moment, the pressure on Wei Yumeng's neck loosened. A force pulled the man away from Wei Yumeng. Zhan Mohan then threw a ruthless punch to the man's left cheek. He only let go when the man could no longer get up.
"Yumeng, are you alright?"
Zhan Mohan looked at Wei Yumeng and his heart ached. In fact, he had wanted to come out from under the bed long ago, but Wei Yumeng had quietly tapped on the bed frame, asking him not to come out. If he had come out too early, that person might have escaped.
That person would never have imagined that someone was hiding under the bed.
The reason why so many people were coming and going today was just to conceal Zhan Mohan's whereabouts. Zhan Mohan had entered the ward with Wei Yumeng, and the subsequent flow of people was enough to distract the medical staff. Who would remember that the person who entered earliest had never left?
Although Zhan Mohan still couldn't hear that voice, when the person appeared on their own, he naturally could see and hear him.
Looking at the man lying on the ground, Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of anything else, this matter finally had a new beginning. But was this person truly the mastermind?