HBWMA -Chapter 189 Another Me

“What are you looking at? She’s already gone in. Let’s go. If we head back to the school now, we can still make it to the last class at school.”

Su Miao was already a complete mess emotionally and had no energy left to care about anyone else.

Jiang Huashan stared at the blue-and-white building not far away. It looked even brighter than she remembered. White clouds drifted across the rooftop, creating a strange sense of time slipping out of alignment.

“What’s wrong?” Su Miao took a few steps before realizing Jiang Huashan was still standing there. She followed her gaze, but still didn’t see anything unusual.

Jiang Huashan turned around, about to leave, when a fragmented image of Shen Mianzhi’s disordered “labels” suddenly flashed through her mind.

She froze immediately. Her bright, shimmering eyes stilled like a suddenly frozen lake, as a certain speculation leapt out.

No way… right?

Jiang Huashan turned back again, thoughtfully looking at the blue-and-white building behind her.

“You go back first.”

Almost instantly, she made her decision and walked toward the building.

“Hey?!” Su Miao stood there, watching Jiang Huashan’s back, unsure whether to follow or not.

At the entrance lobby of the building hung the words “Health Consultation.” Jiang Huashan ignored them and went straight to the elevator, heading up to the third floor.

The third floor was a VIP-only area. Doctors here generally required advance appointments, and the environment was relatively private. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, a nurse at the reception desk stood up with a smile.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?”

Jiang Huashan shook her head. “No.”

The young nurse looked slightly apologetic. “Sorry, little girl. This is an appointment-only facility. We can’t allow entry without one.”

Jiang Huashan replied smoothly, “My name is Su Miao. My grandfather is Su Jingliu of the Su Consortium.”

The nurse froze for a moment, then quickly reacted. “Please wait.”

She returned to her computer and pulled up the hospital system records.

Major tier-three special hospitals like this would pre-enter information on all aristocratic families of A Country, so that if any young master or miss was sent in during an emergency, treatment wouldn’t be delayed. However, for privacy protection, these records usually only included name, age, and gender—no photos.

To avoid offending these financial powerhouses, once identity matched, the hospital would generally prioritize emergency treatment first and confirm identity afterward. After all, treating the wrong person would only waste medical resources, but failing to treat someone could lead to serious liability.

Jiang Huashan looked impatient. “Have you found it yet? If you have, assign me one immediately.”

The young nurse, not wanting to offend her, smiled and complied. “Just a moment, we’ll arrange it right away.”

Half a minute later, the nurse handed over a coded slip. “We’ve scheduled you with senior psychological consultant Dr. Qian. The room number is on here. Please register, then enter from the left.”

The registration log showed that the previous patient was named Shen Zhi, room 333.

Jiang Huashan glanced casually at it and wrote “Su Miao” with a sweeping motion.

After completing registration, she followed the nurse’s instructions into the consultation area. The rooms lined the corridor in rows, each door tightly closed.

She walked along the hallway and quickly found room 333. A “Occupied” sign was hanging outside.

After hesitating for a moment, she gently turned the door handle. Finding it unlocked, she carefully increased her force little by little, as cautiously as a needle gliding across a balloon.

Fortunately, the people inside were completely absorbed in their conversation and did not notice the movement outside.

After a full minute of careful twisting, the lock finally gave way. The door opened a narrow crack.

The soundproofing suddenly vanished, and Shen Mianzhi’s slightly exhausted voice drifted out unexpectedly.

“No, it really isn’t an illusion this time. Someone is really controlling me.”

Jiang Huashan froze slightly. Although she had vaguely guessed it, having the truth confirmed still felt somewhat unbelievable.

The man across from her was still an old acquaintance—just much younger.

The man said calmly, “Miss Shen, we’ve already done many neurological examinations on you. All the results show that there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“It’s not like that. Your tests must be wrong. There must be something wrong with me.” Shen Mianzhi still refused to give up, her tone almost pleading. “Could you… prescribe me some medication? I checked online—risperidone, blonanserin, they can suppress hallucinations.”

The man rubbed his forehead. “Miss Shen, aren’t you making things difficult for me? Doctors can’t just prescribe medication to patients who aren’t ill. Frankly, your current level of paranoia is very dangerous. If it continues, even if you’re not sick now, you might eventually make yourself ill through your own delusions. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Mr. Shen properly and explain your real needs.”

Shen Mianzhi looked confused. “My real needs?”

The man replied, “You’re too desperate for love and care.”

Shen Mianzhi shook her head, suddenly becoming agitated. “That’s not it! I didn’t lie about being sick just to get my father’s attention. I really…” Her voice gradually lowered. “I really can’t control it.”

Just like now—she was clearly furious, yet she still couldn’t help but defend the doctor in front of her. Perhaps he was right; she shouldn’t be making things difficult for others. Prescribing medication recklessly might even cause the doctor to lose his job if the hospital found out.

But…

Why did she always have to think for everyone else? Then who would think for her?

Shen Mianzhi shook her head, trying to shake off those thoughts, but the more she struggled, the more guilty she felt. All the emotions condemning herself surged back in multiplied waves.

As always, the result of her struggle was failure.

Shen Mianzhi stood up, her face filled with guilt. “I’m sorry. I was being too willful. I promise this is the last time.” With that, she walked out of the room in a daze.

In the narrow, windowless corridor, she walked alone, moving forward step by step like she might break apart at any moment.

Her pace was very slow, as if each step wanted to stop—but none of them did.

Jiang Huashan stepped out from behind the plants, watching as Shen Mianzhi grew farther and farther away.

“Tch, these rich kids nowadays just say they have mental illness whenever things don’t go their way, acting like it’s something cool.”

The man had not dared to complain in front of Shen Mianzhi. Only after she left did he stroll out slowly with a cup of hot tea.

Jiang Huashan frowned and called out, “Xiao Zhi.”

The man jumped in shock and turned around reflexively, only then noticing a very beautiful girl standing behind him.

But this kid had no manners at all.

Xiao Zhi looked around. “Who are you? Where are your parents?”

Jiang Huashan walked up to him. “My surname is Su. I’m the granddaughter of Shen Jingliu from the Su Consortium.”

Xiao Zhi’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately put on a friendly smile. “S-Su Miss, what can I do for you?”

Jiang Huashan said, “What else would I come for? Of course, to see a doctor.” Then she glanced at him and walked straight into the room.

Xiao Zhi was completely confused. Just as he was about to follow, he suddenly noticed the name tag on his chest. When he had come out earlier, his back had been facing the girl—how did she know his name?

“Aren’t you coming in?”

His expression became even more strange. He returned to his seat with his cup of tea. “Su… Miss Su, do you know what kind of doctor I am?”

Jiang Huashan nodded. “I know.”

Xiao Zhi looked doubtful. “Then tell me your problem.”

Jiang Huashan leaned back, her posture sharp and fearless. “Let me put it simply—I’m sick. Mentally ill.”