There’s a psycho who has a crush on me

Chapter 50

However, no matter where he went, the doctors’ recommendations were all much the same.

Yu Qing underwent brain CT scans and completed several test batteries as directed by the psychiatrist, but the conclusions were all that he’d been under too much stress recently, causing some physical discomfort. The car accident had likely occurred because he’d drunk water laced with olanzapine. He himself currently showed no signs of schizophrenia, but given that both his mother and little brother suffered from mental illness, the possibility of him developing the condition in several years couldn’t be ruled out.

Although the doctor’s diagnosis was optimistic, Yu Qing still felt somewhat dazed when he emerged from the specialist clinic. Gone was his usual efficient, meticulous demeanor. His steps were unsteady, his form swaying.

He already had a pretty good idea of who had drugged him. The only people who could access his daily food and drink were his secretary and assistant, and the mastermind behind the drugging was undoubtedly someone from the Yu family’s branch families. There was no need to think twice about that.

Yu Qing knew all this, yet right now he had no desire to deal with it immediately. He was tired now, extremely tired.

Yu Pei’s condition was currently only under effective control. If he suffered a shock, there was a high probability of relapse. So once something happened to Yu Qing, company affairs absolutely couldn’t be managed by Yu Pei. If both he and Yu Pei died together, even better—surely the vast Yu family could find an heir. Even if forensic doctors came to examine the bodies, they’d only conclude that he had overdosed on medication. After all, the Ning family’s hereditary mental illness had become common knowledge after Ning Jinglan was committed to the psychiatric hospital. Everyone would probably just assume he’d been secretly seeking treatment.

And him? He didn’t even know whether he would eventually develop the illness.

Yu Qing walked forward in a daze, staring at some point in the void, until he bumped into someone and snapped back to reality.

“Sorry.” Yu Qing instinctively apologized to the person.

The person he’d bumped into was a petite woman with shoulder-length hair and a face mask, looking somewhat pale. She said in a muffled voice, “It’s fine.”

After speaking, she turned and went to the machine for scanning appointment codes.

Yu Qing slowed his pace and sat down on the bench outside the psychiatry department, silently watching patients come and go.

Everyone here appeared to have all their limbs intact, showing no signs of illness, looking just like healthy people. Only the gray circles under their eyes and their pale complexions betrayed their secret. Everyone here carried invisible pain.

Tumors could be surgically removed, wounds could be sutured and healed, but mental illness could probably only be completely cured by death.

Yu Qing opened his phone and looked at the text message Yu Pei had sent him. His eyes suddenly reddened, but he still typed back: [Big brother is fine, but big brother still has some things to handle here, so I might not be able to return to the ward at lunch. Ah Pei, eat well and take an afternoon nap. Big brother will be back this afternoon.]

After replying, Yu Qing put down his phone and let himself sink further into the bench.

Mental exhaustion had finally worn down his persistence.

He was the eldest son of the Yu family, raised with high expectations from childhood. He had to be the most outstanding to bear the weight of the entire Yu family. After Father Yu’s death, the burden on his shoulders had grown even heavier, but he couldn’t fall because his only little brother—Yu Pei—had only him to depend on.

Yu Qing understood Yu Pei. Although Ning Jinglan had never treated him as a son, Yu Pei had been raised by her since childhood. Under Ning Jinglan’s deliberate influence, his personality had become weak, introverted, indecisive, without any opinions of his own. But correcting these flaws couldn’t be accomplished overnight.

If he fell, Yu Pei would lose his anchor in life. Alone, he would find it very difficult to continue living. The same logic applied to Luo Changzhou, which was why Yu Qing wouldn’t strongly oppose the two of them being together.

Sitting on the bench, Yu Qing thought about many things. From himself to Yu Pei, from Father Yu to Mother Yu, so many thoughts. The chairs beside him were all empty, but before long, someone sat down to his right.

“Are you here to see a doctor too? What number are you?”

Yu Qing looked up at the voice and discovered it was the girl he’d just bumped into talking to him. She held her appointment slip, waiting for the machine to call her name.

She’d probably sat beside him because she couldn’t find an empty bench nearby.

After a moment of silence, Yu Qing said, “I’m finished with my appointment.”

“Are you… also dealing with depression?” The girl looked at his slightly reddened eyes and asked carefully, choosing her words with care.

“No.” Yu Qing said again, “I’m not ill.”

The girl seemed taken aback. The eyes visible above her mask seemed to ask, “If you’re not sick, what are you doing here?”

Yu Qing also felt his answer was problematic. After thinking it over, he said, “I don’t have depression. My little brother does. Our family has hereditary schizophrenia, so I came to see if I’d developed the condition. Fortunately, I haven’t.”

Yu Qing didn’t know why he was telling so much to a stranger he’d just met. Perhaps his mood was off today, or perhaps he felt these things didn’t need to be hidden, or maybe he simply needed someone to listen to his confessions. This person didn’t know him, and he didn’t know her. Their lives seemed to have no overlap whatsoever, so such a person made the best confidant.

And undeniably, after speaking, he felt a sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted.

“If you don’t have the illness, that’s something to be happy about.”

“Yes.” Yu Qing agreed. He let out a long breath, feeling some of the depression in his heart dissipate. He’d been sitting here for a long time and had seen many people more unfortunate than himself. He should pull himself together.

“By the way, your little brother… isn’t his name Yu Pei?” The girl’s question made Yu Qing puzzled again.

He looked at the girl. Her face was completely hidden behind her mask. Yu Qing tried hard to recognize from the upper half of her face visible above the mask whether he’d seen her somewhere before.

But after searching his memory fruitlessly, he asked, “…How do you know?”

The girl said, “Guess.”

Yu Qing: “…”

The girl casually tossed out those two words, picked up her appointment slip, and entered the consultation room.

Yu Qing looked at the number-calling machine, which displayed the girl’s name. It was a very memorable name that sounded pleasant just to hear.

Yu Qing stared at her retreating figure for a moment, his lips curved lightly, then he shook his head, and called his company to handle several matters. He also called the police and had them take his assistant away from the Yu Corporation.

By the time he returned to the ward, it was nearly dinnertime in the afternoon. Only Yu Pei and Gu Zheng were in the room.

Yu Pei lay on the bed with his eyes closed, whether sleeping or resting.

Gu Zheng had somehow procured a small folding table and sat at it frantically copying homework. Yu Pei had hit his head and had a concussion, so he needed to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days. Gu Zheng was fine and had to go to school tomorrow, but he hadn’t finished his homework. As he copied, he muttered, “I’m dead, I’m dead. How is there so much homework?”

When Yu Qing entered, he deliberately lightened his steps, making no sound, but he couldn’t help laughing when he heard Gu Zheng’s mutterings.

Yu Pei quickly opened his eyes and looked at him. “Big brother, you’re back.”

“Mm.” Yu Qing took off his coat and hung it on the rail at the foot of the bed, walked to Yu Pei’s bedside, reached out to touch his hair, and asked, “How are you feeling, Ah Pei? Does your head still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Yu Pei propped himself up to sit on the bed. “Big brother, don’t worry about me.”

“How can big brother not worry about you?” Yu Qing sighed. “If it weren’t for big brother this time, you wouldn’t have—”

“I’m really fine, big brother.” Yu Pei interrupted him, staring seriously at Yu Qing’s bloodshot eyes. “This car accident wasn’t big brother’s fault either.”

Yu Pei looked up at the healing patch on Yu Qing’s head wound and said, “Actually, during the car accident, I think I saw some things.”

Yu Qing was startled and asked, “What did Ah Pei see?”

“I saw the time when big brother and I ate grilled meat together as children.” Yu Pei said. The feeling of near-death was truly strange. Time seemed infinitely stretched out, and happy and painful memories, long or brief lifetimes, all flashed rapidly before your eyes like a revolving lantern.

The memory he spoke of happened on his seventh birthday. At that time, the Gu family hadn’t moved away yet. Using his birthday as an excuse, the Yu family held a banquet at home, inviting many guests. But Gu Zheng and he weren’t interested in adult socializing, so they went aside to grill meat. However, he was very small then and accidentally touched the grill, getting burned until his eyes filled with tears, though he didn’t dare cry. Looking around, when he saw Yu Qing, who was already half-grown, he immediately ran toward him.

Most children, when hurt, would first think of their mother to comfort them, then their father. But though he was still young, he could already sense that his mother didn’t like him, and his father wasn’t close to him either. So he only went to Yu Qing, tugging at his hem and asking his big brother to grill meat for him.

Yu Qing at that time, seeing the little dumpling hugging his leg, smiled and picked Yu Pei up, walking to the grill to personally cook meat for him. This made Gu Zheng wail and run to grab his own brother’s clothes, wanting Gu Song to grill meat for him too. But Gu Song ignored him completely, pushed the chubby little brother aside, and continued chatting with others. As a result, Gu Zheng immediately sat down on the ground with a thump and started crying, shouting that his big brother didn’t love him.

This memory flashed through his mind along with others, including things Ning Jinglan had done to him. But after waking up, Yu Pei only pulled out this particular memory to relive repeatedly.

When Yu Pei mentioned it, Yu Qing quickly recalled this memory too. Gu Zheng interjected from the side, “Wow, Ah Pei, let’s not bring up such embarrassing things about me.”

Yu Pei smiled and looked at Yu Qing, asking, “Big brother, Changzhou’s father gave me a bottle of honey sauce. When we have time, can we grill meat together again?”

Yu Qing was slightly stunned, then looking at Yu Pei’s smiling face, his lips curved slowly as he agreed, “Alright.”

Since they were alive, they should try to cherish beautiful memories. As long as they were still living, everything would gradually get better.