Chapter 31: Is My Illness Serious?

Shen Wanwan’s face was very ugly. So you mean he might have noticed your existence and guessed that this is a fictional world?

[Maybe, at least he hasn’t figured it out yet, otherwise your mission would have already failed.]

I want to know how the previous strategists failed?

[They fell in love with the male lead, but he never reciprocated their feelings. He could even deceive the system’s favorability detection. When each female lead loved him most, and the plot was about to end, he would cruelly kill them.]

Shen Wanwan only cared about the mission and calculation. She would never fall in love with this male lead.

So, if I don’t fall in love, I can complete the mission.

[Host, your mission is to make the male lead fall in love with you, love you, go through all the plots, and maintain the entire storyline until it ends. It’s not enough to just not fall in love.]

But he’s never going to fall in love with the female lead. How can I play this?

[So, are you going to give up, Host?]

Shen Wanwan gritted her teeth and continued.

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After school, Ning Qiutang packed her things. She didn’t see Jiang Sheng and didn’t wait for him.

She left after she was done.

Yu Jiaojiao went out with her: “Baby, can you accompany me to the set tomorrow?”

“Sorry, Jiaojiao, tomorrow is the weekend, I have to go to the Jiang family.”

Ning Qiutang looked at her apologetically. She almost went to the Jiang family every weekend to chat with Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, have dinner, and so on.

This week, she originally said she wouldn’t go, but Mrs. Jiang kept saying she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to see her.

Yu Jiaojiao sighed: “Okay, I won’t fight with your future in-laws.”

“Jiaojiao.” Ning Qiutang had explained to her many times that she and Jiang Sheng definitely wouldn’t have a future.

This girl still said these unrealistic things every day.

Yu Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and said: “As long as you haven’t broken off your engagement, I’ll keep saying it every day.”

She ran to the car, afraid of being caught by Ning Qiutang.

Ning Qiutang looked at her helplessly and got into her own car.

“Uncle Wang, take me to Dr. Zhao’s.”

“Yes, Miss.” Uncle Wang drove steadily.

After arriving at Dr. Zhao’s clinic, Ning Qiutang waited outside for a while.

After the patient inside came out, she went in.

Dr. Zhao pushed up his glasses and looked at Ning Qiutang, whose complexion was still good: “Have a seat. How have you been this week?”

“Okay, I haven’t had any nightmares. I can eat, drink, run, and jump. The only problem is, will my illness cause me to lose control?”

Ning Qiutang came to see the doctor, and this was the most important thing.

Dr. Zhao frowned as he listened to this description: “Lose control?”

“For example?”

“For example, I can’t control my own body, I feel like I’m outside myself, watching myself do and say things I wouldn’t normally do… like I’m being controlled by someone else.”

Ning Qiutang tried to describe that absurd feeling. Her words were still conservative. It was more like her soul had been pulled out, and her body was like a robot executing some kind of order.

And no one else noticed that the soul in that body had been replaced.

Dr. Zhao thought for a moment after listening: “Depression doesn’t have hallucinations or split personality, as far as I know.”

“How often does this happen?”

“Only once, so it feels unreal.” Ning Qiutang was also very scared, not wanting to experience this uncontrollable situation again.

Dr. Zhao wrote a few words on his notepad, then crossed them out: “Let’s do some tests.”

Ning Qiutang nodded, took the complex question-and-answer sheets, drew a picture according to Dr. Zhao’s instructions, and answered a few questions.

Finally, Dr. Zhao looked at the report in his hand, feeling a little skeptical: “No problem.”

“There shouldn’t be any mistakes. It’s not delusional disorder, nor is it dissociative identity disorder, or even a mental illness…”

Ning Qiutang immediately said: “Dr. Zhao, I think I’m quite normal.”

“Well, let’s talk about it next time the same situation occurs. It’s not easy to determine.”

Dr. Zhao needed to study it carefully.

Ning Qiutang stood up and prepared to leave: “Then we’ll see you next time.”

“Have you finished your medication?” Dr. Zhao prescribed her a week’s worth of medication each time.

Ning Qiutang nodded: “Should I continue taking it?”

Dr. Zhao asked: “Do you feel better? You can stop taking it.”

Ning Qiutang decided: “Then I choose not to take the medicine.”

“Okay, I wish you a speedy recovery.” Dr. Zhao sincerely hoped she would be cured.

After Ning Qiutang left.

Jiang Sheng swaggered in and sat down in the chair Ning Qiutang had just occupied.

Dr. Zhao saw him and felt a headache: “Jiang Sheng, are you feeling unwell?”

Jiang Sheng wasn’t there to see a doctor: “What did she tell you?”

Dr. Zhao looked righteous: “Jiang Sheng, this is the patient’s privacy, and I also have professional ethics.”

“But I’m the patient’s family, what did she tell you.” Jiang Sheng stared at the other man forcefully, even though he was over a decade older than him, almost as old as his father.

Dr. Zhao had no choice but to say: “Her condition is basically stable, she just said she has times when she can’t control her body.”

“I don’t think this is like being sick.”

Jiang Sheng played with the rose glass bead pendant in his palm, a surprised curve at the corner of his mouth.

“Not sick, what do you think it is?”

“Not sure yet, we need to see the root cause next time it happens again.”

Dr. Zhao wouldn’t talk nonsense, people should believe in science.

Jiang Sheng sneered: “Just so happens, I have a similar situation, it’s not that I can’t control my body, but that there’s a force guiding me to have inappropriate feelings for certain people.”

“Like I don’t dislike Ning Qiutang, but every time I get close to her, I feel a physiological disgust, forcing me to stay away from her, to hate her, and I don’t like Shen Wanwan either, but it makes me like her, to get close to her.”

He spoke very clearly.

Dr. Zhao raised an eyebrow and said: “Jiang Sheng, I think you’re terminally ill, why don’t you go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, don’t delay your illness.”

Jiang Sheng: “I’m not sick.”

Dr. Zhao stood up: “I’ve seen a lot of people like you, you were treated at the Qingmu Sanatorium four years ago, you have a history, your old man also hopes you can have a good follow-up.”

Jiang Sheng looked disgusted: “Old geezer.”

He stood up and left.

Dr. Zhao thought: “This young master must be a little sick.”

“I can hear you, Dr. Zhao, don’t you want to work anymore?” Jiang Sheng came back, his gaze cold as he looked at him.

Dr. Zhao chuckled nervously.