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The number of floors in the sanatorium will not be too high, but it will not be just three or four floors.

Su Ye looked carefully as he passed by the windows that could see outside, and found that the area here was very large, which exceeded the inherent impression given by the sanatorium.

"We have a very private environment here. We don't accept general patients, so it seems more private."
Xiao Yang answered with a smile.

Su Ye responded, sat quietly in the wheelchair, and let Xiao Yang push him.

The decoration of the corridor is also simple, cold but exquisite, and there are some paintings hanging inside that Su Ye did not have time to see clearly.
This place is not like other nursing homes, where the paintings are all abstract paintings whose shapes cannot even be seen if you don't look carefully.

Among them was a strange human figure in black and white. Su Ye took a look at it and felt a little uneasy.

Is this really a nursing home?
How could a sanatorium have such a distinct and strong style? It seems to be tending towards a certain fixed aesthetic.

It looks more like a private residence than a private nursing home.

Once you discover the clues, it is difficult to dispel the idea.

Su Ye felt uneasy again, "Sorry, Xiao Yang, you can push me back——"

Before he finished speaking, Su Ye heard voices coming from the other side of the corridor, and someone called out "Doctor An."

The word "An" made Su Ye turn his head reflexively.

A man in a white coat was standing on the other side of the corridor, with a nurse next to him, holding a booklet in his hand. The two were talking seriously about something.

The man had a baby face that was a mixture of heroism and childishness, but Su Ye couldn't help feeling disappointed after taking a closer look.
Not Anscarlett.

Just a moment ago, he thought that the words he heard before he woke up completely were not an illusion, and perhaps An Sijia was really talking to him at that time.
Maybe Xi Yu was also there, touching his face after An Sijia left.

How is that possible? It must be an illusion.
Now, after seeing what he said, Xi Yu was probably left with only disappointment and anger towards him.

After all, he left without saying a word.

Su Ye forced himself to cheer up.

The voices from the other end faintly reached Su Ye's ears.

The nurse whispered, "The numerical monitoring was relatively stable before, but the mental strength has fluctuated again in the past two days. There must be some triggering factor."

The man in the white coat flipped through the medical record book handed to him by the nurse. "I have some idea of ​​the cause, Xi——"

席？
Su Ye opened his eyes slightly, finding it difficult to control his sensitivity to this word.

"Doctor An!"
Xiao Yang behind him suddenly spoke up and called out to the two people over there.

The man in the white coat immediately stopped talking and did not continue. Su Ye felt a little disappointed and a little melancholy.
It's really strange. He knows clearly that there's no way he can have anything to do with Xi Yu now.

"Mr. Yang." The man was surprised when he saw Xiao Yang, but he quickly concealed it and nodded.

Su Ye couldn't get up, but his good upbringing prompted him to extend his hand, "Hello, doctor."

The other party bent down and shook hands with Su Ye. Su Ye immediately saw the name tag hanging on the white coat.
[Anle]
It was an unfamiliar name, but Su Ye silently memorized it.

"Mr. Su, are you feeling better?"

Su Ye smiled and nodded, "Thanks to you, I'm much better now."

Anle looked very sunny, "That's good, I sincerely hope you get well soon."

This sunny smile temporarily dispelled some of the uneasiness and hesitation in Su Ye's heart.

The doctor is here, the nurse is here too, and the two seemed to be talking about the patient's condition just now. It seems that this is not a strange place.
It should indeed be a sanatorium, but the decoration style is rather peculiar.

Maybe this is what privately funded sanatoriums are like. Su Ye didn’t quite understand, but he didn’t think about it any further.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly, "Excuse me, I just heard something. Are there any other patients here?"

Su Ye didn't hear much, but those few specific words in the nurse's words were enough to make Su Ye think of a group of people with a specific identity.

Anle glanced at Xiao Yang, who nodded where Su Ye couldn't see.
"Yes, there are other patients here recovering."

Su Ye pursed his lips briefly, then released them, "Is it the sentinel?"

Anle replied, "Yes, but don't worry. The wards for ordinary people and people with special abilities in our hospital are separate. The security measures are very good. There will not be any safety hazards. Please rest assured."

Su Ye hesitated slightly.

He didn't want to ask any more questions, but there was always a strange urge that urged him to open his mouth again.
"Is that sentinel injured? Has he entered a berserk state?"

Anle was a little surprised.

Although the gap between ordinary people and people with special powers is not so great now, they are still groups living in two different worlds after all. Ordinary people don't know much about the Sentinel Guides. He didn't expect Su Ye to associate them with the violent period all at once.

"Hmm," Anle mumbled, "This patient's mental strength has been unstable for a long time. He often goes into a violent state without any signs, so he has lived here for many years."

Su Ye hummed, a little surprised to hear this, "What about his guide? Can't he comfort him?"

Sentinels usually form fixed partnerships with guides. The guide can comfort the sentinel, and the sentinel can also protect the guide. It is a very unique and intimate relationship.

Upon hearing this, Anle looked at Xiao Yang and the nurse beside him, and his tone became even more vague.
"This patient. He has no guide."

After a brief conversation, Su Ye learned some information about the patient, but not much. He only knew that the patient's condition was not very good and he was often on the verge of danger.

According to Anle, the sanatorium once offered a plan to combine with a guide, and also looked for some suitable candidates with a decent match, but the patient did not accept it.

Su Ye felt a little strange. Mental rampage was a very painful and unbearable state. It was difficult for any normal person to resist it, let alone repeatedly wandering on the edge of this violence.

You know, if the mental strength is not soothed for a long time, the Sentinel will easily fall into chaos and completely go berserk.
For a Sentinel that enters this state, the only outcome is collapse or death.

Why would one rather endure this life-threatening pain than unite with a suitable guide?
Perhaps it was because the days in the sanatorium were too peaceful and nothing special happened, Su Ye couldn't help thinking about the patient that Doctor Anle mentioned for two or three days.

Su Ye felt that he might have been living too leisurely in the sanatorium, which was why he had so many concerns about someone he had never met and had only heard of from others.

In fact, he knew very well why he was like this.
Xi Yu is also a sentinel. Late at night, Su Ye lay on the bed, dragging his stiff left leg to turn over, forcing himself to suppress his bitter mood.

The Xi family is very capable, and Xi Yu should have already completed the combination with a suitable guide. The Xi family will never allow an S-level sentinel like Xi Yu to be in a state of risk of violent rage for a long time.

In short, Xi Yu had gone too far away from him.

He is an ordinary person, and ordinary people are destined not to be with the Sentinels.

Su Ye recalled that desperate night for the umpteenth time.

Lin He, the manager in charge of sentinels, took the registration book and told him coldly that Xi Yu had just completed self-differentiation and was an S-level sentinel.
S-class sentinels are naturally endowed with abundant mental strength, and their powerful combat capabilities come with an extremely high risk of violence, so a guide is almost a necessity for S-class sentins.

They can't be without a guide.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were only half drawn. Su Ye asked Xiao Yang to do this because he liked to let some sunlight in and didn't want to block all the sunlight out.

It is late at night, there is no sunshine, only the quiet and silent moon.

Su Ye lay on his side, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, unable to stop his emotions from sliding further and further into the abyss.

The feeling of despair from that day seemed to surge up again, rising from his lungs and blocking his trachea, immersing him in a deathly dull feeling, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He clutched his chest with one hand and with the other hand, his five fingers tightly grasped the pillowcase. His beautiful white fingers were completely sunk into it, causing the soft fabric to lose its shape.

He couldn't breathe.

Su Ye was wrapped in a quilt, almost curled up into a ball, with intermittent breathing sounds constantly coming from his throat, hoarse, unstable in frequency, and with a tearing feeling.

The silvery moonlight seemed to split into pieces, turning into tiny fairy dust, flashing colorful lights, filling Su Ye's blackened vision and making him unable to see anything clearly.

The feeling of suffocation is always there.

Su Ye wanted to reach out and ring the bell, but the strong feeling of suffocation and fear made him unable to move. He could only curl up on the bed, his fingertips grabbing his chest almost embedding into his chest, scratching it fiercely.

"Ho-hiss."

The suffocation caused Su Ye's eyes to well up with tears, which slid down his beautiful face, which was now tangled up with pain, and fell silently on the pillowcase.

It was instantly obliterated, leaving only spots of water marks.
Just like his own feelings.

Su Ye collapsed on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

The fairy dust in the field of vision is so bright, floating in the dark night sky, emitting diamond-like light.

Then the lights slowly gathered together and formed a human figure.

Suddenly, the pain in his chest seemed to be relieved slowly, the dull feeling began to fade away little by little, and the cold air rushed into his throat, breaking through his stagnant lungs, bringing him a hint of clarity and vitality.

Su Ye felt his deflated chest swell up again.

The feeling of suffocation was finally relieved.

Su Ye belatedly felt a slightly hot temperature on the palm of his hand. He tried to open his eyes wide, breathing heavily, and slowly distinguished the fairy dust that had gathered into a human shape.

The fairy dust cleared.

He saw the slightly curly black hair surrounded by the silver moonlight, and the pitch-black peach eyes that were close at hand reflected a little light. He looked a little manic, but he was still as handsome as a dream god.

Su Ye felt that his hand was held in the hand of the god in his dream, and there was something holding his face. It was this thing that saved him from the feeling of death-like suffocation.

I survived another time, Su Ye thought.

There were still tears in the soft and beautiful fox's eyes, but she bent them slightly with satisfaction, revealing a childlike innocent and pure joy.
I made it through again.

Whenever he felt unwell, Xi Yu would appear in his auditory hallucinations and accompany him through every attack of his illness.

This is Su Ye's secret, and he has never told anyone.

Even when separated from Xi Yu, he could still hear Xi Yu's voice, as if they had been together from beginning to end.
It was because of those auditory hallucinations that Su Ye was able to support himself and walk on.

"Has my condition worsened?" Su Ye couldn't help but mutter to himself.

In the past, he would only hear Xi Yu's voice, but he would not have hallucinations.

But now he actually saw Xi Yu, standing beside the bed, facing the moonlight, with an obscure expression on his face, silently holding the asthma inhaler for him.

"It seems to have gotten worse."
Su Ye asked and answered himself, then laughed again, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Su Ye."
Xi Yu in the hallucination suddenly spoke, his voice was pleasant, low, and slightly magnetic, calling his name.

"I know."
Su Ye whispered, as if he had not yet recovered from his dizziness.

He raised his hand slightly and touched Xi Yu's face with his fingertips.
"I know this is an illusion, you're not real."

But the smile on Su Ye's face was still pure, and even carried a bit of secret joy that was difficult to control, as if he had gotten a huge bargain.

This is his illusion, so he can do whatever he wants in the illusion.
No one will know.

"so."

Su Ye struggled to prop up his body, stretched out his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, and gently and dreamily wrapped his arms around Xi Yu's neck, his eyelashes dripping with wetness, and he gently rubbed Xi Yu's face in a flattering manner and kissed the corner of Xi Yu's lips.

He clung to Xi Yu like a siren and asked for sex from her.

"Xi Yu, hug me again, okay?"

(End of this chapter)