“Did you call the police?”

“Yes, it was me,” replied a man in a suit, looking slightly fatigued.

After asking a few basic questions, the police officer continued, “How did you discover that she had suicidal tendencies?”

Jiang Zhihao carefully recounted the situation from that morning.

He had scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist for Zhuang Zi for that morning. She had agreed to go, but when the appointment time passed, she neither went to the hospital nor called to explain why. Dr. Feng, whom Jiang Zhihao had arranged through a friend, called Zhuang Zi when she didn’t show up, but there was no answer. Dr. Feng then called Jiang Zhihao, worried that something might have happened, as psychiatric patients can be very dangerous.

After hearing the news, Jiang Zhihao tried to contact her several times, but there was still no answer.

“She’s been in a very bad state recently, sometimes even appearing dazed. Just yesterday, her ex-fiancé made a grand romantic gesture to another girl at Wanda Plaza, and it was all over the city,” Jiang Zhihao said painfully. “I was afraid she might have been upset and made a rash decision, so I called the police. Who knew it would really turn out this way!”

“Does she have mental health issues?” the police officer asked.

“Yes,” Jiang Zhihao frowned, his voice bitter. “She’s had a rough few years with numerous emotional and family setbacks. Six months ago, my wife, who was also her sister, died suddenly in a car accident. Zhuang Zi was so ill that she was hospitalized for half a month and hasn’t fully recovered. She suffers from chronic insomnia and headaches, and at times becomes very confused. Yesterday’s event only added to her stress.”

After understanding the situation, the police made a preliminary determination of an attempted suicide.

Before the two officers left the hospital, they gave Jiang Zhihao some stern advice and instructed him to take good care of the patient to avoid causing negative social emotions and wasting public resources.

…

When Zhuang Zi woke up, she didn’t know where she was or what time it was.

The room was quiet, and she felt a vague discomfort in her head and chest. An IV was attached to the back of her right hand.

Feeling uncomfortable, she frowned and looked around, realizing she was in a hospital.

Jiang Zhihao walked into the ward, quickly approaching her bed when he saw she was awake. “How do you feel now?”

Zhuang Zi moved her dry lips and weakly asked, “Am I in a hospital?”

“Yes, you are.”

Zhuang Zi looked pale and suspiciously at him.

“I didn’t expect your condition to be this serious,” Jiang Zhihao said, worried. “It’s not safe for you to live alone. After you’re discharged, I think you should move in with me to prevent you from doing something like this again!”

Confused, Zhuang Zi asked, “What do you mean?”

Jiang Zhihao sat down in a chair beside the bed, his expression serious. “When the police went in, the whole house smelled bad. The gas stove in the kitchen was on, and the water from the pot of dumplings had overflowed and extinguished the flame, causing a gas leak all night. Fortunately, the small window in the bathroom was open, or it could have been a disaster!”

Zhuang Zi’s mind went blank, and her face turned pale.

This… was impossible.

She had clearly cleaned the kitchen before going to the bedroom to shower last night. She would never leave used dishes and unfinished food overnight; it was a habit of hers.

Moreover, everything was normal when she went to sleep at 1 a.m. She didn’t have a habit of eating late at night and definitely hadn’t cooked any dumplings.

The cold liquid from the IV flowed into her body, sending chills through her heart and up to her scalp.

“I know you won’t listen to reason now. But if you keep treating yourself like this, don’t you think your sister would be deeply disappointed in you if she were alive?”

Zhuang Zi stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind in a daze.

“I’ve hired a caregiver to look after you,” Jiang Zhihao sighed, frustrated. “We’ll talk about other things after you get out.”

Zhuang Zi weakly said, “Give me my phone.”

“For what?”

Zhuang Zi looked at him with a pale face, swallowed her dry throat nervously, and said firmly, “Give it to me.”

Jiang Zhihao, puzzled, studied her for a couple of seconds but eventually took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

With trembling fingers, Zhuang Zi dialed 110.

…

Half an hour later, two new police officers arrived at the hospital to handle the case.

Zhuang Zi was still receiving an IV drip. When she saw them come in, she slowly sat up in bed with the help of the caregiver.

The officers showed their badges, and one of them, named Xie Kui, asked her, “Were you the one who called us earlier?”

Zhuang Zi nodded. “Yes, it was me, officer.”

Jiang Zhihao quickly added, “We also called the police this morning about the incident at Nanxin Community, but there are other situations now.”

“What happened?” Xie Kui asked.

Zhuang Zi firmly denied, “I didn’t attempt suicide.”

“Not a suicide attempt?” Xie Kui was confused, having heard about the morning incident from his colleagues. “But your family reported that you had suicidal tendencies due to emotional and family issues.”

“He doesn’t understand the situation,” Zhuang Zi shook her head and added, “I would never do something so foolish over an unworthy man.”

The two officers were slightly taken aback.

Xie Kui asked, “Then what happened? Please explain.”