Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Content Warning; self-harm
After the massage service ended, the masseuse covered Xing Cheng with a cashmere blanket and left the hall with the Fujita family’s servants.
Fujita Daishu drank a few glasses of red wine, so his face flushed with a slight buzz, as he rested his chin on his hand, admiring Xing Cheng’s good figure. Not long after, he was helped back to the bedroom by the family’s old Japanese butler.
After seeing the young master off, the old butler returned to the hall and respectfully told Xing Cheng that the young master had already instructed that Mr. Xing stay overnight at the mansion.
Xing Cheng, with a long blanket covering his shoulders, was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting: “I understand.”
After settling the distinguished guest, the old butler went behind the screen and bowed to Lu Dangui: “Sir, will you be staying at the manor tonight or returning to the city? If you are going back, I will send a driver to take you. If you are staying overnight, I will take you to your room.”
After scrolling through his phone for hours in the rest area, Lu Dangui was exhausted. He had originally planned to take Xing Cheng back to the hospital tonight and call it a day, but he never expected Xing Cheng to stay here.
He glanced at his watch; it was already past midnight. His home was in the east of the city, dozens of kilometers away. If he went back now, he definitely wouldn’t make it back in time by tomorrow morning.
And as long as he could ensure Xing Cheng’s safe return to the hospital, he would do his best to be a good person and endure one more night.
“I’ll stay tonight,” Lu Dangui said politely to the old butler. “Mr. Xing still needs care, so there’s no need to prepare a special guest room. I’ll just make do on the sofa.”
Hearing Lu Dangui’s conversation with the old butler, Xing Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes looking towards the screen.
After the old butler left, Lu Dangui stood up, stretched a few times, and slowly walked out.
Just as he was about to wash up, he suddenly heard Xing Cheng call out, “Dr. Lu.”
Yawning, Lu Dangui forced himself to stay alert: “Mr. Xing?”
Speak your mind or shut up. After tonight, I’m not going to put up with this anymore.
“My bathrobe is in the closet, could you please get it for me?”
Lu Dangui rolled his eyes.
Was he being treated like a personal servant?
Considering the man’s mobility issues, Lu Dangui reluctantly tolerated it. He walked to the large glass cabinet by the door, took down a gray silk bathrobe, and handed it to Xing Cheng.
“Dr. Lu, perhaps you could excuse yourself for a moment?”
Taking the bathrobe, Xing Cheng frankly admitted, “I’m not wearing pants.”
Lu Dangui: “…”
Before Xing Cheng could finish speaking, he subconsciously glanced down and saw a pair of pale ankles exposed outside the blanket.
Lu Dangui’s back suddenly stiffened, and he turned and fled towards the balcony.
After putting on his bathrobe and fastening his belt, Xing Cheng called out to the figure standing on the balcony, “Dr. Lu.”
This person is used to ordering me around too much, isn’t he?
Hearing Xing Cheng calling him from inside the house again, Lu Dangui had no intention of paying any more attention to him.
Fortunately, Xing Cheng didn’t order him around this time. He just said he needed to go to the restroom and asked Lu Dangui to help him into his wheelchair.
As Lu Dangui helped Xing Cheng up from the sofa, he realized that Xing Cheng was much taller than him, with a well-proportioned figure and long legs. No wonder he was called a “human scale ruler” by the talented artists in the fan circle.
The rumors that Xing Cheng lied about his height to get into the production team and even wore height-increasing insoles while filming, which were frequently posted by his haters, seemed to be false.
After pushing the wheelchair into the bathroom, Lu Dangui closed the door for Xing Cheng.
Back in the lobby, he lay half-reclined on the sofa, still half-asleep, and started scrolling through his phone listlessly.
After enduring this night, and at dawn, his duty of care should be complete. Lu Dangui thought to himself.
If he could get Xing Cheng back to the hospital safely tomorrow, he would go to Dean Qiu to apply for a medical record transfer. This was too much of a burden; he was just an ordinary doctor, and he was simply not up to the task.
Hearing the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Lu Dangui felt increasingly sleepy. His nerves had been on edge since early morning, and his eyelids were drooping so badly that he simply couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Leaning against the soft sofa, Lu Dangui slowly closed his eyes.
In his dazed state, he twitched his nose a few times and faintly smelled a faint scent of blood.
Lu Dangui frowned, shifted on the sofa, and found a more comfortable sleeping position.
The stench of blood in the air grew stronger.
Lu Dangui opened his eyes in a daze, squinted and looked around, subconsciously trying to find the source of the smell.
Seeing the closed bathroom door not far away, Lu Dangui’s heart stopped.
Water was seeping out continuously through the cracks in the door, accumulating into a puddle at the edge of the door.
The color that made Lu Dangui’s pupils constrict suddenly was the color of water.
The water surface was tinged with a faint pink hue, so faint that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, but as a doctor, Lu Dangui immediately sensed something was amiss.
That’s the color that comes from blood and water being mixed together and diluted.
Lu Dangui quickly glanced at the clock in the corner and saw that it showed 1:15 a.m.
He remembered that when he pushed Xing Cheng into the bathroom, the clock had just struck one in the morning.
In other words, Xing Cheng had been alone in the bathroom for fifteen minutes.
He had accidentally fallen asleep and had completely lost track of time.
Before he could even think, Lu Dangui had already jumped up from the sofa and rushed straight to the bathroom!
The sound of water continuing in the bathroom continued, but no one else could be heard making any noise.
The person inside hadn’t locked the door. So Lu Dangui pressed the doorknob, pushed the bathroom door open forcefully, and shouted anxiously into the room:
“Xing Cheng!”
The stark white walls, the dim yellow chandelier, and the red bloodstains washed clean by running water.
The floor was covered in puddles, and the wheelchair lay askew in front of the sink. The curtain in front of the bathtub was drawn tightly shut, and the sound of water was coming from inside the tub.
Lu Dangui strode forward through the water and pulled open the curtain in front of the bathtub.
The black and gold marble bathtub was filled with water.
Xing Cheng huddled alone in the corner of the bathtub, half of his body submerged in the icy water, his eyes red as if dripping blood.
He clutched a razor he’d found somewhere tightly in his hand. His bathrobe had slipped down to his shoulders, revealing his forearms covered in wounds. Several cuts ran down his forearms, and the specks of blood on the edge of the bathtub were likely from these wounds.
Upon seeing someone enter the bathroom, Xing Cheng’s upper body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The veins on the back of his hand holding the razor suddenly bulged, and he raised the sharp blade, pointing it at the uninvited guest who was so close at hand.
Upon seeing the scene before him, Lu Dangui’s first reaction was to immediately put his right hand behind his back. He then took a few steps back and quietly grabbed the bathroom doorknob with his hand behind his back.
A soft “click” then sounded in the air; he had locked the bathroom door from the inside.
Neither the servants of the Fujita family nor the bodyguards of the Xing family had received training in psychological crisis intervention. Allowing Xing Cheng to come into contact with outsiders would only escalate his mental breakdown.
Individuals with schizophrenia had a very high probability of harming others in public when provoked. Typically, these individuals would first resort to violence against others before engaging in self-harm or even suicide.
He didn’t know how Xing Cheng had managed to get through his previous bouts of illness. But thankfully, he was there this time.
Lu Dangui held his breath.
He could handle it. He would definitely not let Xing Cheng hurt himself, nor would he let him hurt anyone else.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Dangui raised his hands above his head. This was to show Xing Cheng that he was not carrying any weapons and that he meant him no harm.
Xing Cheng’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lu Dangui, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Then, Lu Dangui bent down and slowly knelt on the waterlogged floor. He held onto the edge of the blood-stained bathtub and looked calmly into the eyes of Xing Cheng in the corner.
“Ah Jian,” he said softly, his tone gentle, “are you angry with everyone again?”
This was the original line from “The Vicious Dog,” and it was also the first thing Xu Jian’s lover, Ah Feng, said to him when she found him in the bathroom.
Lu Dangui was gambling.
He was betting that the bathroom scene in “The Vicious Dog” was the root cause of Xing Cheng’s illness.
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