Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Lu Dangui’s way of dealing with people was very simple: focus on the issue, not the person.
Therefore, in most cases, his temper flared up quickly and subsided quickly; he didn’t hold grudges against anyone.
If one had to pick one person who could make Lu Dangui hold a grudge for a long time and hate them so much that his teeth itched, then the one in front of him would naturally be the one.
Lu Dangui had a secret: he was Xing Cheng’s biggest hater.
Unlike ordinary netizens who criticized or professional critics with a strong purpose, Xing Cheng was more than just an entertainment star he disliked.
He held a grudge against Xing Cheng.
Upon learning who the man in the wheelchair with mobility issues was, Lu Dangui’s first thought was “retribution.”
If it weren’t for Xing Cheng, Lu Wenfei wouldn’t be the way she was now.
Since the accident three years ago, he had taken away all of Xing Cheng’s belongings from his sister’s bedroom and thrown them into the recycling station at the entrance of the community.
In the past, if he had dared to touch the signboard on the desk, Lu Wenfei would have pounced on him, yelling at her brother not to defile Cheng Cheng’s body.
But after that incident, watching her brother tear down all the posters on the wall in a fit of rage, she just sat silently in the corner, head down.
Because she could no longer run into her brother’s arms and play around as she pleased, she was now destined to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
“Look, the celebrity you like is actually a coward in real life, a person who has no sense of responsibility at all.” Lu Dangui still remembered that day as he carried a bag of torn merchandise and angrily said to his sister, “When he needs you, he can say all sorts of sweet words on the other side of the screen. But when you need him, all he knows is to shirk responsibility.”
That was the first time Lu Dangui had ever gotten so angry in the more than ten years that the brother and sister had depended on each other.
Celebrity, the brightest star in the sky— these two words carried great weight. Yet, they were like the moon’s reflection in water, a flower in a mirror— seemingly close, but actually unattainable.
His sister became a fan of Xing Cheng the year he debuted, and she had liked him for eight years until the year of her accident.
Eight years of liking someone, and she hadn’t even received a public apology.
That day, Lu Wenfei’s eyes were red but she didn’t say a word.
She finally spoke just before Lu Dangui, carrying a trash bag, was about to leave.
She said, “Brother, Cheng Cheng isn’t the kind of person you think he is. He must have his reasons.”
What kind of troubles could such a high and mighty person possibly have?
Thinking this, Lu Dangui turned and left.
And now, the culprit who had bewitched his sister for many years and caused her to lose her legs was sitting right in front of him.
….
The bodyguard in black handed Lu Dangui a medical record, then closed the door behind him and left the consultation room.
This medical observation report issued by HMS in the United States was very authoritative, and it clearly described Xing Cheng’s basic situation.
Lu Dangui turned the first page.
[Patient Name] Xing Cheng
Age: 28
[Occupation] Freelancer
….
[Medical History] History of schizophrenia, complicated by alexithymia, accompanied by mild delusional symptoms.
For a long time after that incident, Lu Dangui would feel physically uncomfortable whenever he heard the name “Xing Cheng”. Later, when the siblings’ lives returned to normal, he gradually began to pay attention to news about Xing Cheng again.
While others focused on entertainment news, he only paid attention to Xing Cheng’s scandals.
Over the past three years, Xing Cheng hadn’t been involved in any major scandals, but minor negative rumors had surfaced intermittently. Lu Dangui still vividly remembered a few of them:
Xing Cheng is a chauvinist who bosses his female assistant around without any courtesy.
Xing Cheng’s low emotional intelligence was evident when his female companion fell during an awards ceremony, which he just coldly observed.
Xing Cheng’s “fan-loving” persona collapses; he refuses gifts from fans at the airport and gives them a sour look.
….
Based on the report in his hand, Lu Dangui found that these puzzling behaviors, which no normal person would do, could now be explained.
Simply put, this person was really sick, and quite seriously so.
“Dr. Lu?”
Xing Cheng raised his eyelids.
He had no idea what the young doctor was thinking; he only knew that the young doctor was starting to lose focus again.
Pulling himself out of his memories, Lu Dangui quickly raised his head and refocused his attention on the person in front of him.
A flood of explosive content rushed into his mind in a short period of time, giving him a bit of a headache.
However, his ingrained professionalism allowed Lu Dangui to quickly adjust his mindset. Pointing to the word “alexithymia” on the medical record, he spoke earnestly to Xing Cheng:
“Mr. Xing, according to this report, your schizophrenia has improved over the past two years. May I assume that you chose to come to the hospital because your symptoms worsened? Otherwise, based on past cases, we would not have listed it as a complication of schizophrenia separately.”
“Dr. Lu,” Xing Cheng said in an elegant tone, “have you ever felt extremely angry yet powerless?”
Of course!
Right now, sitting face to face with you.
Lu Dangui wore an awkward but polite smile.
Before Lu Dangui could answer, Xing Cheng lowered his voice and spoke in a manner similar to asking and answering himself: “I used to feel that.”
Lu Dangui quickly picked up a pen and paper and adjusted his posture, this seemed to be a sign that the patient was about to begin his self-narration.
“Around this time last year, my father slapped me hard across the face in front of dozens of people in a conference room.” Xing Cheng stared at the sparrows on the telephone pole outside the window. “That was the last time I felt anger and powerlessness.”
“Last month, I had a paranoid episode and almost died in a car accident.”
Xing Cheng turned his gaze to the young doctor, whose face was serious and who was attentively listening to and taking notes of his monologue. He paused for a moment and then said, “When I woke up, I had nothing in my mind. The only feeling I could be aware of was that I was not yet free.”
As soon as Xing Cheng finished speaking, Lu Dangui suddenly sat up straight in his seat, his expression somewhat stiff:
“Were you trying to imitate your own movie that night?!”
Seeing Xing Cheng’s mole up close this time, Lu Dangui suddenly remembered the man lying on the emergency bed that he had met in the elevator more than a month ago on that stormy night with thunder and lightning.
As a dedicated hater, he spent every day browsing online for negative information about Xing Cheng, and he already knew every detail about the person’s appearance.
Xing Cheng’s beauty mark at the corner of his eye was so distinctive that it was impossible to ignore.
That very night, he began to suspect the identity of the car accident victim, and after returning home, he subtly questioned Lu Wenfei about it.
A month had passed, and he had long forgotten about the matter, but he never expected that Xing Cheng would admit it himself.
Lu Dangui finally understood what was going on with that feeling of déjà vu that inexplicably appeared in his mind that day.
He should have thought of “The Vicious Dog” the moment he first saw Xing Cheng that night.
The close-up of the blood-stained beauty mark at the end of “The Vicious Dog” was a frame hailed as a masterpiece by film critics. Online film and television influencers had been full of praise for the director’s handling of the scene, and even the anti-fan accounts he usually followed, which criticized Xing Cheng from morning till night, couldn’t find anything to criticize about the film.
Xing Cheng was treating his life like a work of art; even in death, he wanted to die with beauty. Even if his body was eventually found in the middle of nowhere, the last image he left for the world had to be exactly the same as in a movie.
Lu Dangui thought to himself, he was wrong.
This person is not only sick, he’s a madman, a madman who’s capable of anything.
Having confirmed his guess, Lu Dangui’s heart was filled with turbulent emotions.
The reason Xing Cheng retired from acting was probably not at all the rumored “injury from being suspended by wires” or “angering the management of his agency”.
The real reason behind it was his increasingly severe mental illness!
If a doctor encounters an enemy while treating patients and even obtains the enemy’s most damaging information, should he share it on the forum?
If only he weren’t Xing Cheng’s doctor, especially since he had signed a confidentiality agreement…
Recalling the confidentiality agreement, Lu Dangui’s expression looked as if he had swallowed a mosquito whole.
If Party B breached any clause of this agreement, Party B shall pay Party A a one-time compensation of RMB 35 million and bear all legal liabilities….
If anyone outside knew that Xing Cheng was ill, he would be finished.
This person wasn’t worried at all about his privacy being compromised during his medical visit, because everything was part of his carefully planned scheme!
Xing Cheng was also slightly surprised.
Even Dean Qiu, who was renowned in the field of psychiatry, had to watch the movie several times before he could guess the logic and motivation behind his actions.
He didn’t expect that just by mentioning it casually, the young doctor surnamed Lu would guess everything correctly.
Seeing the complex emotions in the young doctor’s eyes, Xing Cheng’s eyelids twitched.
Could this Dr. Lu really be a fan of his?
….
The treatment seemed to be progressing smoothly when a commotion suddenly broke out outside the examination room.
“Mr. Da Shu—”
“The young master is seeing the doctor right now, could you please…?”
During a psychiatric consultation, outsiders were generally not allowed to make noise or disturb the patient outside the door.
Lu Dangui frowned and was about to get up and go out to check when he heard a loud “bang” as the door to the room was pushed open forcefully.
Unable to stop the man from barging in, the bodyguard in black bowed apologetically outside the door: “Young Master, I’m so sorry. It was Xing Shi’s dereliction of duty that prevented him from stopping Mr. Da Shu.”
“Who sent you?”
Upon hearing the bodyguard announce the name of the person who came out, Xing Cheng did not turn around.
The newcomer was a stylish and handsome boy who looked to be in college. He had short, punk-style blue-gray hair and a face so youthful it seemed to drip with moisture.
The baby-faced boy stepped forward, pulled out several chocolate bars with liqueur fillings from his pocket, and shoved them all into Xing Cheng’s hand: “Cheng, can you control your brother? He’s turning my mom’s company into a complete mess!”
Xing Cheng’s face clearly said, “What’s it to me?”
“Uncle Xun said you were in the hospital, so I searched up floor by floor. I only realized you were here when I saw Ah Shi and Shi Wu at the elevator entrance on this floor.”
The boy, completely disregarding the presence of a doctor in the examination room, went around to the back of the wheelchair and affectionately wrapped his arms around Xing Cheng’s shoulders.
He clung to Xing Cheng’s back, eagerly awaiting his words. It was as if he would howl on the spot if Xing Cheng dared to say no.
Is this… Xing Cheng’s mistress coming to his door?
Lu Dangui looked up at the ceiling, pretending that he hadn’t seen anything.
“If the situation hadn’t been so urgent, I wouldn’t have rushed here to find you!”
The boy yelled at Xing Cheng.
Seeing that the boy was still being unreasonable, Xing Cheng called over the bodyguard in black and gave him a few brief instructions.
After hearing Xing Cheng’s arrangements, the boy gradually calmed down, seemingly somewhat satisfied.
“By the way, after you finish work tonight, are you coming to my place?” After glancing around, the boy lowered his voice secretly, “I had someone find a masseur from Thailand, they say it’s really good for your legs.”
Xing Cheng: “Busy.”
“No, come over tonight, we can do something else.”
After serving as a white background in front of these two for half a day, Lu Dangui felt that his worldview had been completely overturned.
He only knew that rich people had a lot of fun, but he didn’t know they could have this much fun.
Xing Cheng was still partially paralyzed, how could he still pull these kinds of tricks?
Seemingly a little impatient, Xing Cheng raised his index finger and rubbed his temples: “I’m still in the hospital, and I can’t go out without the doctor’s permission.”
When did Young Master Xing become so obedient to doctors?
The boy clearly didn’t believe it.
“Then… how about you let Dr. Lu come with us?”
The boy stood up from in front of Xing Cheng’s wheelchair, leaned forward and glanced at the name tag on Lu Dangui’s chest, then his face beaming with a warm smile, said: “Since you need the doctor’s permission, then bring a doctor with you. Uncle Xing won’t refuse to let you go, will he?”
The boy had only made a casual joke, not wanting Xing Cheng to come up with more excuses. Unexpectedly, Xing Cheng lowered his eyes, as if he were seriously thinking about it.
After a while, Xing Cheng spoke up calmly: “What does Dr. Lu think?”
Lu Dangui: “……”
He, Xing Cheng, and Xing Cheng’s mistress going to the mistress’s house for a massage together.
Was he crazy?
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