HBWMA -Chapter 1 I Am Sick! (Prologue)

Everything that has passed is a prologue.

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“I’ll just say it outright—I’m sick. Mentally ill.”

In the VIP reception room, Jiang Huashan leaned lazily against the chair. Two thin straps hung from her straight, slender shoulders, and she wore a pale pink dress. Just by sitting there carelessly, she already looked like a bewitching femme fatale who could bring nations to ruin.

“Huh?”

The visual impact was too strong, leaving the man opposite her momentarily unable to react.

Jiang Huashan frowned. “What do you mean ‘huh’?”

The man gave an awkward smile, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. “Young Madam Shen, please don’t be angry. Could you explain why you’ve come to this conclusion?”

Jiang Huashan said, “I keep having hallucinations in my head. I always hear someone—no, something—talking to me. I looked it up online. This is schizophrenia.”

The man opened the medical record book, quickly made a simple note, then put down his pen. “Young Madam, in many situations, people may experience hallucinations. From what I can see, your mental state isn’t very good. Perhaps what you need most is a good night’s sleep.”

Jiang Huashan looked up at him coldly. “So that’s your final conclusion?”

“……”

The man fell into tactical silence. The person in front of him was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

After a moment of hesitation, he picked up his pen again, becoming serious. “I apologize. That was my negligence. Please forgive me, Young Madam Shen. Could you describe your hallucinations in more detail?”

Jiang Huashan didn’t mind and quickly entered the topic.

“I often hear a voice in my head. It’s very annoying—it keeps tempting and inciting me to do bad things. If I don’t listen, it tries to take control of my body.”

A typical “mentally ill patient” explanation.

The man made a brief note and asked, “Does this ‘it’ have a physical form?”

“No~ Sometimes it looks like a ball of green light, sometimes it turns into a book.”

“A book?” The man wrote down the keyword. “You said it tries to control you. Can you explain how it does that specifically?”

Jiang Huashan raised her eyes. Her peach-blossom eyes were charming and affectionate, as if she looked at everyone with deep emotion.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember many things from before. I only remember the most recent incident.”

“Please go on.”

She thought for a moment. “A few days ago, Fu Sui’er came to cause trouble for me again. She spoke very harshly and even tried to hit me. I told Madam Zhang to throw her out, but ‘it’ urged me to kill Fu Sui’er… I didn’t like that fool, but I never intended to take her life. But when I regained consciousness, she was already lying in a pool of blood, unconscious.”

The man’s pen paused as he suddenly looked up.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the “fool” she was referring to was Fu Sui’er, the cousin of the third branch of the Shen family.

The Shen family was the top financial aristocratic clan in Country A. On the day Fu Sui’er was injured, all the top executives of hospitals in Whale Harbor were alerted, and neurology experts from home and abroad flew overnight to consult.

At the time, everyone was shocked—given the Shen family’s status in Country A, who would dare commit such a crime?

So the culprit was this Young Madam Shen. That explained everything.

The man’s mind was in turmoil, but he didn’t dare show it. He carefully probed, “So you suspect that you were being controlled?”

Jiang Huashan: “No. I’m not suspecting it. I was controlled.”

“……”

The man was momentarily speechless.

From his perspective, this “Mrs. Shen” didn’t look like someone suffering from schizophrenia. If anything, she seemed more like she was trying to use a mental illness as a cover for her crimes. Had she watched too many dramas and thought that putting on a “crazy” label would let her get away with anything?

Jiang Huashan saw right through his thoughts. She lifted her chin slightly and leaned forward.

“You’re a doctor, not a police officer. Do I need to remind you what the professional ethics of a senior psychiatrist are?”

The man shook his head repeatedly, frightened by the indifference in her eyes.

“N-no… no need.”

Jiang Huashan’s patience finally ran out. His reaction already told her how foolish it had been to come to the hospital today. But since she had finally gathered the courage to leave home, she really didn’t want to just go back like this.

She stood up and issued a command from above.

“Prescribe the medication.”

“Huh?” The man froze.

Jiang Huashan spoke casually, “Risperidone, blonanserin—whatever. If it can’t kill it, then let it kill me.”

“Clack—”

The man’s pen fell straight to the ground in shock.

Jiang Huashan crossed her arms, looking down at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

“If you keep acting like this, I’m going to have to question your professionalism.”

Snapping back to reality, the man hurriedly bent down to pick up his pen. As he leaned over, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of her snow-white legs. He only looked for a split second before quickly pulling his gaze away—beauty was rare, but his life mattered more.

This “Mrs. Shen” was definitely not some harmless, virtuous woman. She had originally been an adopted daughter of the Shen family, yet within ten years she had become the wife of the family’s current head. Rumor had it that she was as beautiful as she was ruthless, and anyone who offended her never ended well.

The man forced a smile and said hurriedly, “I’ll prescribe it right away. You can go wait in the VIP reception room first. The nurse will bring your medicine over once it’s prepared.”

“Fine. Don’t take too long. I don’t like waiting.”

With that, Jiang Huashan turned and left the consultation room.

But just as she turned into the corridor, she suddenly remembered she still needed a medical certificate. She stopped and immediately turned back.

The door wasn’t fully closed. As she approached, she heard the man talking on the phone inside.

“Yes, yes! Secretary Gao, the Madam has already left.”

“From the symptoms, there doesn’t seem to be any major issue. She’s probably just been sleeping poorly lately, causing mental strain and overthinking. I’ll switch the prescription to sleep aids. Yes! Alright, please wait a moment, I’ll compile the Madam’s medical report and send it to you right away.”

“Oh, no trouble at all, Secretary Gao. You’re too polite. Goodbye.”

The man bowed his head as he spoke into the phone, far more servile than he had been in front of her.

No need to think—“Secretary Gao” must be that dead-fish-eyed Gao Zhi, Shen Lanxi’s most loyal dog.

Jiang Huashan curled her lips coldly and took out a limited-edition pair of sunglasses from her diamond-studded bag.

Three years of marriage, and Shen Lanxi had never once called her voluntarily. Now he was actually having his people investigate her whereabouts? How touching.