Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Let me check the medicine box... escitalopram oxalate..."

The psychiatrist was a middle-aged woman.

Looking at the several medicine boxes in his hand, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

She typed a few words on the computer and looked up at the woman on the bench to the side.

"Did the previous doctor only prescribe one box of these for you?"

"Um……"

Jiang Nianxi looked at the other person's hands, which were relatively well-maintained, and let out a muffled groan.

Today, she is all alone.

Yang An was completely unaware of the situation from beginning to end.

Moreover, these medications are not all taken.

She concealed something.

The original doctor prescribed several boxes.

But the total number of times he took the medication probably didn't exceed five.

Jiang Nianxi secretly tried eating a few.

After eating, I realized that psychiatrists are indeed all liars.

So everything else was lost.

But this time I came for Yang An...

Yang An's mental state has been poor lately; he has been experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations.

And sometimes I'll suddenly wake up in the middle of the night.

Although she didn't trust these so-called psychiatrists, she decided to try her luck to make Yang An feel better, since she had a case of her own before.

She tried her best to portray Yang An's symptoms as her own.

Surprisingly, the middle-aged female doctor didn't find anything amiss at all after listening to her story.

They even expressed their agreement.

This deepened Jiang Nianxi's resentment.

"Then I'll prescribe some sleeping pills for you... But you can't take this medicine anymore; judging from your symptoms, it doesn't seem to fit..."

The doctor's keyboard never stopped.

"Let me change your medication."

She was typing up the prescription as she spoke.

After going around in circles for a long time.

By the time Jiang Nianxi walked out of Xuancheng Third People's Hospital, it was almost dark.

She glanced down at the medicine in the transparent bag and pursed her lips.

She didn't expect these so-called psychotropic drugs to make Yang An better.

Deep down, they were unwilling to admit that the other person had a mental illness.

This is an unchangeable concept.

She can admit to the atrocities she committed against Yang An.

He can admit to using the basement for brainwashing.

However, she denied the existence of mental illness.

Whether it's Yang An or herself.

I bought these medicines... just to make Yang An feel a little better...

Moreover, it's impossible to eat it every day.

Jiang Nianxi was a little overwhelmed when she saw the negative reactions that were as big as newspapers.

There are only one or two kinds of mental illnesses in the world.

There is no love.

And then there's the loss of love.

If all of this was caused by her.

She would use herself to heal Yang An.

drug……

It's just something used to temporarily suppress things.

The weather is nice, let's go buy some more of Yang An's favorite fruits.

Jiang Nianxi put her hand down, took one last look, smiled, and turned to leave.

The sign for "Third People's Hospital" and the adjacent administrative plaque gleamed in the setting sun.

It gleamed with a golden light.

……

"I...you..."

Yang An's vision was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

He reached out, but only grasped wisps of air.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Nianxi walked over and sat down next to him, gently pressing his hand down.

"I... hiss."

Yang An pounded his head hard, feeling dizzy.

"I... I think I remembered something..."

He didn't know what was true and what was false.

Which are the fragments of dreams that are brought into reality?

Which of these events actually happened?

He was subconsciously denying it.

But his true consciousness was pulling at his nerves.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to see a door.

No.

To be precise, Yang An seemed to be able to part a corner of that fog of memory.

That door was a very old-fashioned door.

A bunch of withered and yellowed mugwort was taped to the top left corner.

Right in the center, there was a torn "福" (fortune) character.

This is not his door.

Yang An shook his head, but his heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

The perspective shifts, revealing a girl dressed in casual sportswear.

The girl is laughing.

He is lost.

He couldn't see the girl's face clearly.

"My mom isn't home; she only comes back a few times a year... I live alone at home."

"..."

The old gate slowly turned.

It was pitch black inside, but the familiar scent of jasmine wafted over.

At that moment, the girl stood at the door, straightened up, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What are you standing there for? Come in."

"..."

You can't go in.

You can't go in.

You can't go in!

Yang An's pupils contracted slightly.

In that instant, he saw the girl's face clearly.

"Jiang Nianxi..."

Jiang Nianxi.

Yes, it's Jiang Nianxi.

For some reason, his teeth were chattering after he said the name.

Countless fragments of memories flooded my mind.

"Why are you...shaking?"

"You, you stay away."

"...What I want, you can't give me."

"..."

What are these?

"..."

"What...did you remember?"

"..."

you.

in the end.

What are you remembering?

It was as if countless eyes were watching from the darkness.

you.

you.

you.

……

Yang An covered his head, suddenly threw off the covers, and sat up in bed.

He screamed, cold sweat pouring down his back.

"Hmm... um, what's wrong, sweetie?"

Beside her, Jiang Nianxi rubbed her eyes, still looking dazed.

One second they were still asleep.

The next second, I was woken up by a sudden fright.

However, Jiang Nianxi did not panic when she woke up.

Instead, their first instinct was to hug the person next to them.

After her search turned upside down, she reluctantly opened her eyes, only to find that Yang An had already sat up.

Are you... feeling unwell?

Sensing that something was amiss, Jiang Nianxi's sleepiness was quickly dispelled.

She sat up and gently patted the other person's back.

You won't know until you take a picture.

After the slap, her little hand was covered in cold, damp sweat.

She was startled.

"Clatter!"

The bedroom light was turned on.

Soft light instantly filled every corner of the room.

Only then did Jiang Nianxi clearly see that Yang An's body was trembling slightly.

His hair was disheveled, and his mouth was opening and closing.

But not a sound could be heard.

"Yang An? Yang An?"

Jiang Nianxi widened her beautiful eyes, quickly grabbed a few sheets of paper from the bedside table, and turned to wipe Yang An's sweat.

No matter how she called out to him, the young man seemed to have his soul forcibly pulled out, his eyes glazed over.

Time passed second by second.

Just as Jiang Nianxi was in a panic, she tried to find her phone to call for emergency help.

"Cough... Ugh..."

Yang An suddenly coughed a few times, then leaned over the bed and vomited.

Only a small puddle of acidic water remained on the ground.

Nothing came out.

The heavy breathing sounded particularly clear in the bedroom.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Nianxi, who was in a flustered state, paused for a moment, and her breathing became heavier.

"..."

"Yang An?"

She parted her red lips slightly and called out softly again.

"...I'm fine..."

This time, I received a reply.