Chapter 141. Suicide

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Arc 7: Hello, Director.

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!!Warning!!- Content can make you uncomfortable.

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Not long after, Chen You was sitting in the coffee shop next to the supermarket, opposite the man who was suspected of being an AIDS patient. In broad daylight, there were many people in the coffee shop, but not aware of the activity here.

Chen You felt relieved. He remembered that the man’s surname was Shan, Shan Liang, it is the homonym of kindhearted.

Quite an interesting name.

Shan Liang took a sip of coffee, his face was too pale, and his facial features were very attractive, “Doctor, I hope I didn’t disturb you?”

Chen You thought to himself, do I dare to say yes? No, I don’t dare! Don’t you realize I am a coward?

He gave a gentle and harmless smile, “No.”

Shan Liang put the cup down, “Doctor, can I take up a moment of your time?”

Chen You looked at the young man. Are you going to tell me a story again? Why do you keep telling me stories? Do the words “caring Gege” are written on my face?

He sighed in his heart, “Just tell me what you want to say.”

The sun had just risen and the pedestrians and vehicles on the street were constantly interweaving with light and shadow.

Shan Liang had his eyelids drooped. He was wearing a high-necked brown sweater. His face, lips, and hands were white, and the only exposed parts of his body seemed almost transparent.

Chen You waited quietly, without urging.

After a long while, Shan Liang spoke, “I have a didi and a meimei. Since elementary school, I have always been the top student in my grade. My awards are posted on the wall at home. My didi and meimei regard me as a role model, and my whole family is proud of me.”

“After entering high school, I started participating in competitions of all sizes, working hard for my class and myself. My dream was to become a teacher.”

At this point, Shan Liang pursed his lips and smiled, very innocently and a little shyly.

Chen You was stunned, and suddenly wanted to listen to the rest, but the other party stopped at high school, as if his life also stopped at that year.

He didn’t hold onto his curiosity and slip up, “And then?”

The smile on Shan Liang’s face disappeared, and he didn’t continue speaking. Instead, he asked, “Doctor, do you believe in fate?”

Chen You was silent.

He thought for a moment, “Well, fate is something that is there, whether you believe it or not.”

Shan Liang muttered to himself, “Yes, it’s here.”

Chen You felt inexplicably cold. It’s not the coldness of winter, but the impermanence of life, the helplessness and desolation of fate being determined by heaven.

Shan Liang sighed, “Doctor, I finally got what I wanted, but I’m not happy.”

He rubbed his pale fingers, looking lost, “I don’t know what else I have to pursue.”

Chen You felt that there was a lost lamb in front of him, who couldn’t figure out the direction, didn’t want to run anymore and was just waiting to grow old and die.

It is not certain whether the other party has AIDS or not, and whether it has anything to do with Miss Jiang.

It is somewhat unethical to use assumptions and conjectures to conclude such matters.

“Do you know that there is a country where people don’t wear clothes all year round? Do you know that there is a kind of fruit in the world that is white, but the juice that flows out is black? Do you know that there is a tree that can shed tears…”

Chen You said a lot in one breath, and he finished the rest of the coffee, “The world is big, far beyond your imagination. If you are tired from work and bored in life, take a leave and go out and see, you will find a lot of fun.”

Shan Liang stared at Chen You’s hand wrapped in a bandage, then looked away after a while and smiled, “Doctor, you know so much.”

I was just talking nonsense, Chen You sighed, “This world is also wonderful, more wonderful than you can imagine.”

“In life, nine out of ten things are not as you wish. If you run into it, you also can’t do anything about it, you say no. Take me for example. When I am unlucky, I will think that God is not good to me and wants to make me sad and laugh at me. But I won’t do that. I want to be good to myself and be happy. I will piss it off to death.”

Shan Liang was stunned for a moment, then he smiled again, differently from before, “Doctor, your friend must be very happy.”

Chen You didn’t know what to say.

A person has his own attitude towards life. He cannot interfere with others, and others cannot change him.

Shan Liang lowered his eyes, “It would be great if I could have met the doctor earlier.”

I just arrived, so I can’t be here early. Chen You asked, “Do you want more coffee? If you want, I’ll order you another cup.”

“No.”

Shan Liang stood up and said, “Doctor, may all your wishes come true.”

He did not shake hands with Chen You, but turned and left, looking unusually thin.

Chen You heaved a sigh of relief and chased out after something came to mind. As pedestrians were coming and going on the street, the man was no longer there.

“What a weird guy…”

Chen You muttered, and he ran back to the coffee shop and took his shopping bags away.

May all your wishes come true, this blessing is great.

Chen You felt a little regretful. He should have sent a blessing, but unfortunately he was slow to react and missed it.

The man’s sickly look kept revolving in Chen You’s mind. He took a breath of the cold air mixed with car exhaust on the street and said, “Then I wish you health and happiness.”

The phone in his pocket rang. It was the alarm, reminding Chen You to go to the hospital. He had forgetfulness and it was getting worse and worse, he had to record everything.

After arriving at the hospital, Chen You went to the next room. Dr. Zhou was talking to a nurse. When he saw him, he asked the nurse to leave.

Chen You noticed that the nurse’s eyes were red, and he asked Dr. Zhou, “What’s wrong?”

Dr. Zhou asked him to close the door, “The testing period is so long, some people have poor psychological tolerance.”

Chen You twitched his lips, “There are only a few ways for the virus to spread, why so scared?”

Dr. Zhou said, “What if your luck is not good?”

Chen You, “…”

Dr. Zhou said, “A few years ago, a two-year-old girl was infected with hepatitis B through blood transfusion. It was the hospital’s fault.”

Chen You’s eyes twitched. Blood transfusions are risky, going out is risky, eating is risky, and life has to go on as usual.

“You are carrying my fate, and I, a patient, am also carrying my fate, nothing makes sense.”

“It’s mysterious because you don’t understand it.” Doctor Zhou asked, “Dr. Chen, what are the results of your test?”

Chen You said, “I’m sure there’s no problem.”

Dr. Zhou smiled and said that having a good mentality is really good.

When he saw Chen You was about to leave, he quickly said, “Don’t go, let’s chat while you’re not busy now.”

Chen You pondered that he would be lost in thought if he went back, so he just sat on the chair and chatted with Dr. Zhou.

Near noon, Yan Shu finished the operation, and he received a phone call and went out.

A moment later, in a park.

There aren’t many people walking around at this time. If it were a few hours earlier, there would be a group of old men and women doing morning exercises, and there would also be young people jogging and taking walks.

Miss Jiang wore a hat, a black scarf wrapped around her neck, and her face was frighteningly pale.

With a click, she lit a cigarette, took a puff into the air, and then slowly exhaled a cloud of white mist.

The smoke gradually lingered, obscuring Miss Jiang’s vision and expression.

Mysteriously and inexorably, everything is fixed.

Just last night, she made up her mind to leave this city and start over in a place where no one knows her and that psycho can’t find her. She has made up her mind to actively cooperate with the treatment and try her best to live longer.

However, when she was checking her emails, she found an email from more than half a month ago.

An unintentional action dragged her into darkness, and this time she couldn’t get up.

The content of the email was a belated apology and greeting, asking how she was.

She’s not good, she’s terrible.

Miss Jiang stared at the computer screen, and the next moment she threw the computer to the ground.

Many years ago, Miss Jiang went hiking with a few friends. On the way, they met another group of people. They had a great time chatting and decided to go on the journey together.

On top of the mountain, Miss Jiang had sex with a British man without any precautions. She was young at the time and happened to be fascinated by the man. She spent several passionate days and nights on the mountain.

When they were going down the mountain, they were threatened by local people who demanded that they buy some things and hand over their valuables.

Finally, there was a conflict and a fight.

It was a trip that started happily but ended in horror. It was also Miss Jiang’s last trip.

At that time, some people were injured and bleeding, and Miss Jiang was no exception. She was dragged down the mountain by the British man, and both of them were covered in blood.

They managed to escape, and their passion was more intense than ever.

Recalling this, Miss Jiang’s fingertips began to tremble. She lowered her head and her body was shaking slightly.

God played a joke on her.

The British man was later diagnosed with AIDS. He was cowardly and evasive, and never contacted her. Before he died, he got her contact information from her former colleague and wrote her an email.

Confess to her, want to get her forgiveness, so that he can go to heaven.

One month later, Miss Jiang was dragged by her colleagues to donate blood.

She didn’t dare to think about which patient her blood was transfused into.

She couldn’t even imagine whether the blood that Shan Liang used back then could have been hers.

Maybe the other party has already found out?

Retribution, it’s all retribution.

Last night, Miss Jiang soaked herself in a bathtub filled with cold water. The bone-chilling coldness reminded her of many things.

One year, she returned home after surgery. It was already early in the morning and there were few people on the street.

She met a few drunks and was nearly raped, but a teenager came out and stopped it from happening.

Miss Jiang was very scared, so she ran away, went home to take a shower and sleep, did not call the police, and did not care about the boy’s life or death.

It was not until last night that she pieced together the images and realized that the young man was Shan Liang.

She always felt that someone was following her, and it was Shan Liang.

He wanted to kill her, but he never did it, and held her life in his hands.

Her thoughts suddenly came back, like an emergency brake, stimulating Miss Jiang’s nerve endings. She put out the cigarette and lit another one.

This time she talked about the purpose of today, which was also a difficult sentence to say.

“Yan Shu, I’m sorry.”

Yan Shu, who was standing next to her, crossed his legs and said nothing.

Miss Jiang was smoking a cigarette, her throat and nose were blocked, she choked with sobs, “I’m really sorry…”

Her arm was injured that day, and Yan Shu pressed it with his hand. There was a small cut on the palm of Yan Shu’s hand.

There was an even earlier incident when a heart patient died on the operating table. His family members came to make trouble and a group of people started beating them up.

The operation was not performed by Yan Shu, but by one of his doctors. However, he had to step up and solve the problem due to his profession.

At that time, he had a split on his back, and she, who was also injured, provided emergency treatment.

At that time, who would pay attention to whether there were viruses in the blood and whether it was contagious.

Why is this happening? Miss Jiang has asked herself and God countless times since last night.

She was wrong, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.

“Sorry.”

Miss Jiang repeated this over and over again. She didn’t know her own situation. If this person was infected, he would have missed the opportunity to get a barrier injection.

Now she can only pray to God not to harm unrelated people.

She regretted not doing that in the past, otherwise she wouldn’t have been so tied to Shan Liang.

Miss Jiang cried and said, “Yan Shu, please go to the CDC for another checkup in a few weeks.

She paused, “Take Chen You with you.”

Yan Shu finally spoke, “Everyone has their own destiny.”

Miss Jiang turned her head in disbelief. Tears were still on her face. When the smoke cleared, her painful expression was revealed, and now there was more astonishment.

Yan Shu was indifferent.

Miss Jiang was stunned for a long time, with a bitter taste in her mouth. This man didn’t even give her hatred.

“Can you give this to Chen You for me?”

Yan Shu glanced at the paper bag handed over, his hand still in his pocket, “What is it?”

Miss Jiang said, “It’s all my property, and a letter.” She didn’t say who the letter was for.

Yan Shu frowned and took it.

Miss Jiang put out the half-burned cigarette between her fingers, and she seemed to be much more relaxed. She put on her bag and walked out of the park in her high heels.

Two days later, a piece of news appeared on the Internet.

Chen You was squatting in the toilet and reading the bulletin board. He was bored and flipped through the entertainment videos, constantly checking for updates. There was really nothing else to watch so he went to read the local city report. He was caught off guard when he saw the news. He stared at it for a few seconds and then shouted in shock, “Yan Shu, come here quickly——”

Yan Shu in the living room put down the mop and went to the bathroom door, “Did you fell into the toilet?”

Chen You hurriedly said, “No, come in, I’ll give you…”

Yan Shu interrupted, “No, I don’t like the smell.”

Chen You ，“……”

Shit, didn’t even let LaoZi finish his words. He wiped his butt and left in a hurry, “Something happened.”

Yan Shu leaned against the door, twitched his nose, and turned away.

His clothes on his back were grabbed, but he didn’t turn around. “Go to the balcony to get rid of the smell. We’ll talk again when it stops smelling.”

“I told you, something happened!”

Chen You walked around to Yan Shu and showed him his phone with a serious expression.

Yan Shu’s eyes swept across the screen indifferently. There was a piece of news on it, and it also came with two photos.

He had a blank expression, as if he had expected it.

One of the two photos on the screen was a ID photo of a young and pretty girl, and the other was a corpse covered with a white cloth with its face exposed.

The face was the same as in the ID photo, but it was no longer lively, only dead white.

Miss Jiang died, she committed suicide.

She used the simplest way to extirpate herself, but in the end she still didn’t have the courage to face herself.

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