Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 636 - 268.

Mental institution.

Gu Shaozhi had already made prior arrangements, and as soon as the group led by Wanxia entered the main gate, an attendant guided them upstairs.

The room Qiu Zheng stayed in was on the top floor.

This is a mental institution, not an ordinary hospital; the higher the floor, the worse the severity of the patients’ conditions.

Patients’ daily meals, activities, and schedules are all arranged by nurses and doctors, with closed wards having heavy iron doors.

The corridor was filled with sounds—some sang the national anthem, some laughed loudly, and others cried heart-wrenchingly, insisting they weren’t crazy...

It was unbearably noisy.

Qin Zhenzhen had never been to such a place before. Though usually courageous, she was still a young woman in her mid-twenties. A chill crept up her spine, making her feel quite unsettled.

She couldn’t help but move closer to the man beside her.

The woman quietly entwined herself around his arm, and Sheng Boyan stopped walking. He turned his head to look at her with some helplessness, "I’m working here."

Qin Zhenzhen thought he was going to push her away, so instinctively, she held on tighter and whispered, "I’ve only ever seen mental institutions in movies. Their laughter and cries sound so strange; I’m a bit scared."

She knew she was being cowardly.

Because walking ahead of her was Wanxia, with her back straight and each step taken with confidence. From the side, Wanxia’s delicate profile was calm as water, with no signs of fear.

Without comparison, there’s no sense of inadequacy—this made Zhenzhen seem quite insignificant in contrast.

Looking at the girl’s pitiable little face, Sheng Boyan dismissed the thought of pushing her away. Although he didn’t speak, he held her hand.

The staff leading them stopped at the end of the corridor.

Before opening the door, they respectfully said to Wanxia, "Miss Ji, the patient’s emotions are quite unstable and often go berserk suddenly. I advise you and this lady not to enter, as it may be uncontrollably dangerous."

This Miss Ji held a special status, and if she were scratched or suffered any more serious injury, no one could bear the responsibility.

Through the iron window, Wanxia could see the scene inside the room. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A man, emaciated and sallow, paced back and forth in the limited space, mumbling indistinctly, and when he smiled, saliva would trickle from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his hand, which he would then lick clean.

Dirty and disgusting.

Dozens of people stood outside the iron window, and he seemed completely unaware, living entirely in his world.

It was Qiu Zheng.

The person Wanxia would never forget in her lifetime.

Sheng Boyan agreed with the staff’s advice and released the girl’s hand, "It’s really eerie here in the corridor. You should go downstairs and enjoy some sun, I’ll go in first to check on the patient."

From the moment she entered the mental institution, Wanxia hadn’t spoken once, her expressionless features devoid of any warmth.

Clearly a person she loathed deeply, yet when her eyes fell upon Qiu Zheng, her gaze remained extremely calm.

In her heart, Wanxia was convinced that Qiu Zheng was not truly insane; these actions that resembled symptoms of a mental illness were just a show for others.

Turning, she bowed politely to Sheng Boyan, who was standing behind her, placing all her hopes on him.

Seeing this, Sheng Boyan immediately supported her arm, for he was a doctor, and his profession gave him a sense of mission.

"Wanxia, I’m friends with your brother; there’s no need to be so formal."

The staff nearby was quite surprised when they saw Wanxia bowing to Sheng Boyan.

Although the Ji Family had fallen from grace five years ago, Ji Wanxia, coming from a prestigious background, always came across as elegantly proud. Her resilience and pride were deeply ingrained in her.

Even during the time Ji Huan was imprisoned and Mr. Ji was hospitalized seriously ill, it seemed she had never lowered herself to plead with anyone like this.

It was truly incredible.

Wanxia looked at Sheng Boyan, her throat dry, and her voice somewhat hoarse, "Doctor Sheng, please be careful."

Sheng Boyan patted Wanxia on the shoulder, "Don’t worry, it’s not my first time treating mental patients; I have experience in protecting myself."

His voice softened a little as he turned to the stunned Qin Zhenzhen, "Zhenzhen, you and Wanxia head downstairs first."

The corridor was still in a noisy state, and Qin Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at Qiu Zheng pacing back and forth in the ward.

All the staff here knew that neurotic patient Qiu Zheng was the one who, four years ago, had assaulted the emerging singer Xia Qian and posted explicit photos of her online, and the one who deliberately drove to hit Xu Qiubai.

Although it happened in An City, one of the most notable aspects of the internet’s development is the spread of information.

The incident had caused a huge uproar at the time, with the public discourse persisting for a long time, and many people in Qing City were well aware of it.