172: Chapter 172 Black Rain

Chapter 172: Black Rain

The friend who knew a bit about psychiatry that Fang Cheng mentioned was none other than Lin Chuqiao.

After the call was made to her, less than half an hour later, she rushed to Jiangbei Hospital.

"Is this the little girl? How long has she been unconscious?"

Wearing a black knitted dress and stepping in high-heeled boots, Lin Chuqiao arrived gracefully.

The first thing she said upon entering was to directly ask about the patient's condition.

Fang Cheng led her to Wen Xin's hospital bed.

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Wen Huiyi said excitedly:

"Doctor, my daughter has been asleep for two days. I beg you to have mercy and take a look, please..."

Everyone else also looked at this very pretty "psychiatrist" with curious and expectant eyes.

Lin Chuqiao didn't reply, only staring intently at Wen Xin's face.

Then she pulled back her eyelids to check the condition of her pupils.

While observing closely, Lin Chuqiao's pupils flickered slightly, faintly revealing a trace of deep blue.

After a long while, her expression relaxed, and she let out a slight sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, the situation is not the most serious..."

Hearing that Lin Chuqiao seemed to have a hidden meaning in her words, Fang Cheng couldn't help casting a surprised glance at her.

After checking Wen Xin's physical condition once, Lin Chuqiao raised her eyes and looked at the crowd around her:

"I can try to awaken the patient's consciousness, but I need a sufficiently quiet environment. There are simply too many distractions here..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we can go out immediately!"

Ma Donghe replied hurriedly.

"That's not what I mean."

Lin Chuqiao, whose words were interrupted, shook her head instead, and then added an explanation:

"I mean the environment of this hospital is no good, and there are too many interfering factors. For safety's sake, it's best to take the patient to my residence before starting treatment."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help being somewhat stunned.

Seeing that Lin Chuqiao's expression was quite solemn, Fang Cheng then spoke up:

"I believe in Dr. Lin's ability. Later, I'll take Wen Xin and go with her."

With Fang Cheng providing a guarantee, everyone immediately set their minds at ease.

Right now, they couldn't care about completing the discharge procedures.

Wen Huiyi hurriedly put a thick down jacket and padded cotton trousers on her daughter, wrapping her up tightly.

Fang Cheng picked up Wen Xin in both arms, asking the others to temporarily stay in the ward and wait for news.

Zhou Xiumei hesitantly glanced at the back of the beautiful female doctor walking out the door, then gazed intently at Fang Cheng and gently urged:

"Brother Cheng, you must be careful..."

Hearing this, the corners of Lin Chuqiao's lips curved up slightly, and she turned her head back to glance at this pure and lovely-looking girl.

Was she being treated as a man-eating goblin?

Fang Cheng nodded at Zhou Xiumei to acknowledge her, and once again comforted the apprehensive Wen Huiyi:

"Sister Wen, you can rest assured. With me here, nothing will go wrong."

Then, holding Wen Xin in his arms, he walked out of the ward together with Lin Chuqiao.

Under the night veil of the metropolis, neon lights and bright stars reflected off one another.

A smooth-lined red sports sedan nimbly shuttled through the endless stream of traffic on the highway.

In the car.

Lin Chuqiao held the steering wheel with both hands, Driving steadily.

Fang Cheng held Wen Xin in his arms, sitting in the back row.

"This girl is an ability user, right?"

Stopping at an intersection, during the gap while waiting for the traffic light, Lin Chuqiao suddenly spoke up to ask.

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then nodded and admitted it.

He thought of Wen Xin's various performances in the past, and that night in the warehouse when she tried hard to awaken him from falling into madness.

If she weren't an ability user, how could she have managed that?

"That explains it."

Lin Chuqiao nodded and said:

"According to my deduction, the little girl awakened a special ability due to some reason, but she herself wasn't clearly aware of this, nor did anyone guide her properly. Consequently, she overused her ability, ultimately leading to excessive mental exhaustion and plunging her consciousness into a coma."

"Is it similar to Pan Wendi's situation?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help asking.

"Wendi is quite special..."

Lin Chuqiao hesitated slightly, then said:

"He doesn't come from an ordinary family. Even if something goes wrong with his mental state, as long as he is sent home in time, there is a way to resolve it."

Her answer this time seemed vague and evasive, as if she were hiding something.

Yet Fang Cheng vaguely guessed something.

After a moment of silence, he then brought up another matter:

"What did you mean just now in the ward when you said Wen Xin's condition isn't the most serious?"

Lin Chuqiao glanced back at Fang Cheng:

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"Haven't you heard about what happened in Xishan yet?"

"I know about this."

Fang Cheng's brows twitched slightly, and he replied:

"About two months ago, an explosion occurred at an archaeological excavation site in Xishan, causing a mountain fire. Because of this, the military even blockaded Xiguan District for a week."

"Your circle is too small, and your information is too isolated."

Lin Chuqiao smiled and shook her head, teasing Fang Cheng before offering an explanation:

"To ordinary people, neither the explosion nor the mountain fire is of primary importance, as they don't affect daily life. That black rain is the most fatal and dangerous part."

While speaking, she looked at the constantly flashing red light ahead, her tone turning slightly serious.

"If the explosion incident was merely opening Pandora's box, then the black rain is the calamity and plague hidden inside that box."

"Ever since that rain, quite a few people in Dongdu have experienced situations similar to a coma. After waking up, their personalities change drastically, they commit terrifying acts that defy common sense, and their bodies even mutate into non-human states."

"That's why I said, if Wen Xin is just simply in a coma, then it's relatively easy to handle..."

Hearing Lin Chuqiao's explanation, Fang Cheng couldn't help recalling what the security guard uncle said at the hospital.

The two seemed to match up.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he lowered his head to look at Wen Xin lying in his arms.

Seemingly fast asleep, her face was tightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat continued to ooze from her forehead, making her look quite distressed.

Fang Cheng reached out to gently wipe the sweat for her, thinking to himself that he hoped she would truly be alright.

The red light digits ticked down and turned green.

The car continued to move forward.

After about twenty minutes or so, they arrived at a residential area.

Looking at the garden-like residential environment and dozens of brilliantly lit high-rise apartment buildings,

Fang Cheng realized that this should be Cuihu Yipin located in Jiangdong District.

As a university lecturer, Lin Chuqiao being able to afford such a luxury home costing nearly 100,000 per square meter showed that her family background was extraordinary.

After parking the car in the underground garage, Fang Cheng picked up Wen Xin and followed Lin Chuqiao to swipe their card and take the elevator up to Room 21A.

Opening the textured carved aluminum entrance door, what came into view was a spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The decoration style of the entire house was simple and fashionable, and the furniture and appliances could also be seen as high-end name brands. It was just that the area was too large, making it seem a bit desolate for someone living alone.

Lin Chuqiao led Fang Cheng through a hallway fitted with ceiling lights to the innermost room.

The moment the door was pushed open, a crisp and pleasant "ding-a-ling" sound instantly rang out.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look.

Inside, it was pitch black. Many various prayer bells hung down from the ceiling, and the sound just now was made by them shaking.

This was a dark room, about twenty square meters or so.

There were no windows, no installed lighting fixtures, and a circle of extinguished white candles was placed on the floor.

Faintly visible on the walls and ceiling were densely pasted yellow talisman papers, as well as black crosses of various sizes.