Chapter Twelve: Pitfall After Pitfall
“Answer it, why not? Maybe after a bit of trickery, he’ll realize he loves you the most and start chasing you with all his heart from today onward,” Nan Xian said through gritted teeth.
Xu Si raised an eyebrow, a smile hiding a dagger: “I don’t even know which genius wrote this script, having a super-rich second-generation heir…”
She exaggeratedly traced a circle with her hands, “pretend to be a cold, top student with seriously ill parents just to seduce me! Tsk, tsk, tsk, being scammed out of money and emotions by such a tycoon is truly an honor—an honor indeed.”
“Uh…” Nan Xian looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, inexplicably feeling guilty. “Anyway, it’s not me.”
“Heh!”
Xu Si moved aside and slid her phone to answer the call.
“Hmph, I don’t care,” Nan Xian watched Xu Si walk away.
Still stargazing at night, but his feet shuffled like a little crab quietly inching closer to Xu Si, his neck just so happened to stiffen, tilting his head atop Xu Si’s.
“Xu Si!”
The angry shout nearly pierced the eardrums.
Both man and spirit instinctively reached to cover their ears.
Breath blew over Xu Si’s head; he somewhat disdainfully pushed away the furry head.
Calmly adjusting his voice, he said, “Why shout so loud? What if you scare me awake when I’m dozing off?”
“You! Who told you to call the psychiatric hospital!” Si Jincheng’s back twitched painfully.
Dr. Lin, holding a tranquilizer syringe, patiently explained, “This patient, we’re not a psychiatric hospital, we’re specialized in treating psychological and brain-related issues—commonly called a mental hospital.”
“Do you hear any difference?” Si Jincheng’s face flushed with anger, yet his eyes nervously locked onto the syringe-wielding doctor. “I warn you, don’t come near! I’m not sick, not sick!”
“Mm, I know,” Dr. Lin said sincerely, then turned to say, “I need two nurses here; the patient is having a manic episode and is a bit resistant.”
“All right, right away, Dr. Lin. Let’s secure these ones first.”
Nurses grabbed strips of white cloth, tying them like crabs, one after another, spirited and full of energy despite the night shift annoyance.
Si Jincheng turned pale from fright, clutching his last hope, yelling fiercely into the phone.
“Xu Si, tell them quickly, I’m not sick, I’m not sick.”
His final scream was hoarse.
Once charming with a bubbly voice, now it sounded grating and harsh.
Xu Si put the phone away slowly and answered leisurely, “Who knows? One moment you’re a poor top student with seriously ill parents borrowing money for treatment. The next, a fierce, arrogant school bully. One moment you love me to death; the next, you want me to kneel.”
“Tsk, tsk, can’t really say if you’re sane or not.”
“Xu Si!” Si Jincheng’s eyes reddened with fury.
Dr. Lin quietly increased the dosage: yes, manic with dissociative identity disorder, severe condition.
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In the end, their enthusiasm was mostly because they’d taken in nine patients—quite a windfall for Hexi Third Hospital, like an early New Year bonus.
Nine shares of treatment fees! The hospital’s long-overdue wages finally had a source! Maybe even a little bonus—tell me, who wouldn’t be happy?
Originally, the guards at Bailemen refused to let them in, but their director was forceful and reasoned with them, dragging the guards straight to the private room.
Inside was a group of hysterics screaming, “Ghost! Ghost!”
Looking at the ransacked room, the guards, wanting to help but fearing blame from higher-ups, solemnly covered mouths and packed things up.
“I’m not—boohoo!” Xu Yi just spat out the sock in her mouth.
The next second, the guard swiftly stuffed it back in.
Well, a guest’s mental episode can’t be counted as their loss, after all.
Si Jincheng eyed the nurse rolling up her sleeves and approaching with bandages.
Frightened, he backed up rapidly, not caring about the glass shards underfoot. “Damn it, don’t come near! I’m Si Jincheng, I’m not sick!”
“All right, all right, I know you’re Si Jincheng.”
Dr. Lin expressionlessly echoed this and gave the nurses a look. The nurses nodded eagerly.
Thinking these people finally believed him, Si Jincheng exhaled and scowled, “Good. Tell me your name. I, Si Jincheng, never owe favors.”
“One million enough? Consider it your reward for believing me today.”
“Enough, enough,” Dr. Lin nodded.
Seizing the moment, the nurse wrapped a bandage around his head.
Colleagues followed, binding his waist. Dr. Lin stepped forward to inject medication.
Si Jincheng felt the world spin: “Wahhh! Let go of me!”
Hearing the commotion, Xu Si quickly hung up and immediately powered off his phone.
After a moment of silence, man and spirit exchanged glances.
“Pfft hahahaha, Xiao, little ghost, that move was brilliant.”
“Don’t, I’m just helping!”
Xu Si smiled faintly, knowing Hexi Third Hospital couldn’t hold them, but a bunch of rich kids getting hauled away by a mental hospital would definitely require some funding to smooth things over.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
Nan Xian grinned foolishly and followed.
“To buy you back.”
Without looking back, Xu Si took out his phone again, tapping away.
Searching: entertainment reporter contacts, Oriental Evening News contacts, Xiaoxiang Morning Herald contacts, paparazzi hotline…
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Saving the contacts, Xu Si started drafting messages.
“Shock! A City’s rich second generation caught doing this? End up collectively taken by Hexi Third Hospital.”
“Why were rich heirs in A City all taken away by ambulances from Hexi Third Hospital?”
“Is it human nature twisted or morality degraded? What drives these rich families to send their children to Hexi Third Hospital?”
After editing, Xu Si sent the messages with one click.
At the same time, major newspapers in A City received a scoop about the secret lives of the city’s rich heirs.
True to their nature of rather showing up empty-handed than missing a story, reporters quickly gathered outside Hexi Third Hospital.
Seeing Xu Si finish, Nan Xian stammered forward.
“Little ghost, why did you sell me out?”
“Because you eat too much. I can’t afford to support you.” Xu Si smiled, but the pain in his heart was audible.
‘Support? Little ghost actually wants to support me?’ Nan Xian smiled scornfully again. ‘Six-Nine, search what “human adoption of opposite gender” means?’
Six-Nine: “Master, over 1,200 reasons found. The top response is—the other wants to have children with you.”
“Want to have children with me? Isn’t that a bit fast?” Nan Xian blushed, shyly twisting. When Six-Nine remained silent, he suddenly said, “Six-Nine, Six-Nine, quickly search ‘ways to raise human offspring!’ I’ve thought about it—our child will most likely be a human.”
Six-Nine: “...They say love makes people lose touch with reality.”
Ahead, Xu Si looked at the barbecue stall’s payment screen, still aching inside, “Three thousand two hundred? How much delicious food is that? And all eaten by that prodigal!”
Just then, passing by a grain and oil store.
Xu Si immediately headed in, “Boss, I want a big bag of flour, the bigger the better.”
The boss was suspicious but honest about wanting to make money. “Wait a moment, miss. I’ll get it from the warehouse for you.”
“Mm-hmm!”
Five minutes later.
Xu Si happily walked ahead: a big bag of flour, only sixty-nine yuan. So cheap.
Nan Xian carried two big 20-kilogram bags of flour, grinning with bared teeth. “Already stocking food—little ghost really wants to have kids with me.”
“Six-Nine, search…”
“Hm? Search what?” The expressionless Si Ming suddenly appeared before Nan Xian, gritting his teeth, “Search if it’s okay to build your cave dwelling somewhere else?”