After waking up, Song Yan quickly fell into the chaos of self-consciousness again.

When two nurses heard the sound, they saw him muttering to himself while holding his head, thinking that he was mentally ill again, so they immediately notified the attending doctor.

Xia Lin didn't know how he got out of the ward.

Standing there against the wall, he felt cold all over.

He has always felt that Song Yan in this life, and Song Yan's love for him, is so complete and unreal, and he has always had a hunch that this unreal dream will one day wake up

But he didn't expect that he would wake up in such a way that seemed absurd, but it made people unable to refute, and woke up so unexpectedly.

He almost accepted Song Yan's love, and almost told Song Yan that he was willing to wait for him.

But his love with Song Yan has ended before it even started.

He didn't know whether he should feel sorry or happy.

Song Yan's hysterical voice came intermittently from the ward: "Let me go! I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!"

The attending doctor said to the nurse beside him: "Prepare another tranquilizer!"

The nurse hesitated for a moment: "Is the time interval between two times a little short?"

When the patient is delirious, he will have a tendency to self-mutilate. At present, only this kind of coercive measures can be taken to stabilize his emotions.

Song Yan shouted while struggling: "Xia Lin, where are you Xia Lin? I want to see Xia Lin_One"

Xia Lin recovered from the great loss and depression, realizing that there are still very difficult things to deal with right now, and he has no time to feel sorry for himself here.

He took a deep breath, walked into the ward and said, "Doctor, can you let me talk to him first?"

The doctor turned to look at him suspiciously: "May I ask who you are?"

"I am his friend…."

Before Xia Lin finished speaking, Song Yan had already seen him, and immediately shouted as if asking for help: "Where did you go, Xia Lin, I thought you didn't want me anymore. Xia Lin, save me—"

Xia Lin said to the doctor: "Look, I'm his friend. I probably know what's wrong with his spirit. Please don't use tranquilizers on him first. Let me try to talk to him first."

The doctor pondered for a moment and said to Song Yan, "Mr. Song, let's let you go now, I hope you can calm down, okay?"

Song Yan's eyes were glued to Xia Lin's body, and she nodded casually when she heard the words.

So several medical staff helped him back to the hospital bed.

Before leaving the ward, the attending doctor whispered to Xia Lin: "The patient is very unstable now, and may have a tendency to self-harm and may hurt the people around him. We have taken away all the sharp weapons in the ward, but you also need time. Be vigilant, and if the situation becomes out of control, you will immediately ring the bell to notify me."

"Okay." Xia Lin nodded.

After everyone exited, Xia Lin closed the door with his backhand, then walked over to Song Yan and sat down.

Song Yan grabbed his hand and said, "Xia Lin, I'm not crazy, I'm just... just a little confused, you believe me!"

"I believe you." Xia Lin nodded, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Me." Song Yan's eyes were lost for a moment, with an unspeakable sadness on his face, and he said incoherently, "I don't know what's going on, but the picture of you lying in the funeral home always pops up in my mind, and Brother Liang. Brother Liang is standing next to me, we are all sad... I thought it was a dream, but after waking up, this sadness still lingers for a long time, as if it really happened. As soon as I think of it These pictures hurt my brain, the pain is unbearable, and there are many other pictures cluttering together, one is you, the other is Luo Tong, and the other is my dad, I have never experienced many pictures, But I don't know why, it feels as real as if it happened before, especially Luo Tong, I am only friends with him, but why do I feel that I am with him..."

He suddenly stopped and looked up at Xia Lin cautiously: "No, I mean, I am always disturbed by some unfamiliar pictures, they give me some illusions, as if I had done those things, I even feel So true..."

"You saw that you and Yu Luotong used to be together, right?" Xia Lin said calmly, "You love him like crazy, and you didn't hesitate to break up with your father for him."

Song Yan didn't understand why Xia Lin broke it, opened his mouth, but was powerless to refute, and after a while he murmured, "Xia Lin, why do you know this?"

"Could it be. Is this true? I clearly remember that I went to different universities with him, but why do I have a picture in my mind of being on the university campus with him, and that school is very strange, I have never been there, But I am very familiar with every plant and tree there. Xia Lin, what happened to me, do you know something?"

Xia Lin didn't answer, he forced himself to look at Song Yan objectively and calmly from the perspective of others, his tone became unprecedentedly calm, even cold.

"Song Yan, do you want to be forced to inject tranquilizers by the doctor?"

Song Yan immediately shook his head.

"In the next few days, there may be more chaotic pictures in your mind, and you need a little time to arrange and reorganize these pictures. During this process, you must control your emotions, and you can no longer alarm the doctor at will, Otherwise, I can't save you, do you understand?"

Song Yan actually didn't understand it very well. He looked at Xia Lin and begged: "Xia Lin, you must know something, right? Can you tell me?"

"I don't need to tell you about these things," Xia Lin said. "When you sort things out, you will naturally understand."