45 Chapter Forty Five(The White Room)

There was once a time when she would sit in the hospital bed alone in a box of white surrounded by nothing but people who feigned concern and cared nothing about her life. They only cared about their next paycheck or cared about the day when they would never have to deal with her ever again and she would finally die off. Every day whether her grandfather or uncle wanted it or not, it was always the same thing. The doctors would walk in with smiles and ask her about her health, how she felt, and if she seldom felt like finally eating something. Seeing the selfishness and impatience in their eyes to finish their job and leave so they would not have to deal with her she would scream and throw everything she could lay her eyes on at them.

Psychologists would enter the room and also smile, pretend to be her friend, and pretend to care. PRETEND TO UNDERSTAND. With these types of people, her temper was even worse, threatening to jump out her window the next time one of those quacks tried to "cure" her again those people were quickly sent out and never to return to the room of white ever again. And then, she was alone. She was alone in this dark depressing city once more. White, everywhere she looked she could only see white, even her own skin was turning a ghastly white and grey. Looking out at the city lights at night would blind country bumpkins and amaze the young naive souls who wish for something more in life. She would always wonder to herself, when did she begin to hate the world so much? The city lights hurt her eyes. The stink of sewage and stale air disgusted her.

The sound of cars and the angry shouting of drivers after crashing into each other irritated her. The business-like smiles and flattery she used to love and preen her feathers under angered her into a blind rage now. Everyone, even those lights in the distance were fake. Everything was fake. Everyone was a liar. Everyone hated her. Everyone mocked her in their hearts. They always smile at her, and tell her she is so lucky to be born into her family. But they wanted to kill her and take her place deep down, they flatter her and push her further and further into a corner until she could do nothing but give them what they wanted all along. Her reputation, her backing, her family, her looks...she despises them all.

As she glowers at the window that showed her the view of hundreds of ugly selfish human beings just outside the white room. There was a sudden commotion outside her door, most of the time she would have ignored the shouting. But this time, someone managed to enter her room despite the guards keeping watch over her every move outside. The handsome man pushes his glasses up and strolled in as if he owned the place. She took in his casual clothing, a simple clean white button-up, and black trousers.

Seeing no clipboard or notes in his hands nor any equipment on him she turns back around planning on ignoring his existence while she continues glaring at the world outside. She assumes he was just another quack therapist who was trying to trick her into letting down her guard. Once he says something I will throw a tantrum and he will get thrown out eventually. Her grandfather and uncle refused to let anyone in without their notice. And her father made sure to only assign his own men to watch her doors despite how many times they get replaced fighting for control over her room.

Other than her nutrition packs and water nothing else was sent to her, or rather, nothing else was required to be given to her. This person must be someone her grandfather sent again. She felt annoyance in her heart. How many people did they want her to drive away? "You know you're going to die." A hint of surprise fills her, she stops herself from snapping her neck over to give him a somewhat baffled look. She did not expect him to start so strong and bluntly. But after the shock went away she quickly adapts and continues to ignore him. The man took a seat by her bed but the girl still did not say anything back. He spoke again, his tone careless and blunt.

"I can see that you have a stubborn and stupid personality. To be stubborn to the point of dying for your beliefs and selfish desires. I have never seen anyone quite so idiotic and pig-headed before." She finally turns to glare at him with red eyes and a crazy light enters her gaze which he caught on quickly to as well. "Get away from me!! Who are you to judge me?! Get out of this room! Get out! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Who is he to judge her?! Who does he think he is?! She makes to throw her pillow at him but the man caught her wrist surprising her before rage blinds her into madly screaming while aiming to scratch out his eyes. The monitor by her bedside crazily rises at an alarming speed rushing nurses into the room, the man's eyes flash and he quickly orders them to sedate her. She never stopped her ear-piercing shrieks or her wildly flying limbs. The hospital could hear the echoes of her screaming echoing along the walls endlessly haunting patients within hearing range. they all pale and shiver while covering their goosebumps.

Like the mentally unstable patient she was, she never stopped her rage until her screams start dying out as a familiar medication ran through her bloodstream once more. Her hoarse voice cracks and dies out, and her fiery temper flickers until not even embers were left in her. As her strength leaves her again she could faintly see the frown on the man's face. Her pale lips murmur her last protest, a plea, an order. "Stop it...Just...stop..." I just want to die. Just let me die... Like a butterfly on its last flight her lashes flutter close, and the man considerately wipes away her tears before anyone could see. Turning to the nurses who help him tuck the crazy girl back into her bed they all worriedly ask him if he was alright. "Director Liang, are you hurt at all? I saw she was trying to scratch you earlier." Liang Zhong Zemin gave them all reassuring smiles "I'm fine, go take care of the aftermath."

They were hesitant to leave but seeing as he was really fine they left reluctantly. When he was alone again he frowns and took off his glasses to massage his temples, his confidence and calm from before turned into weariness. There was a sort of helplessness in his actions. Like a person with no other option or actions left, they could take. Placing his glasses back where they belong Zhong Zemin heard his phone ring with a specialized tune and pursed his lips at the fretfully sleeping woman before answering quietly. "Yes I saw her....No, there's nothing wrong."

The other person was surprisingly sharp and paid special attention to this woman, it was no surprise he called immediately after the event. But Zhong Zemin only slowly brought his gaze onto the pale woman again, his voice low as if afraid someone would overhear. "There's not much time left. She won't accept treatment or even let a doctor near her without losing it." Skimming over her pale face and hauntingly beautiful features even though she was an unhealthy skeleton, he frowns. "She's not hurt. But listen, I don't think she's crazy like they say she is." There was a complicated light in his hazel eyes as he continues his theory to the other person. "-I understand you want to help but even after a few seconds in her presence I can sense it. She knows more than she lets on, in fact, this may just be the consequences of how much she really knows. Are you all sure she's the way you described her to be?"

There was a strange silence on the other side of the phone before they answered, the voice was deep and rumbly sounding. Whether it was intentional or unintentional it was still something he took note of. "What is your initial impression?" Zhong Zemin sighs, "Intelligent, cunning, she knows she's running out of time but to her, this is a choice. She's not stupid at all, she's the complete opposite. Every action she took was for a reason, even a minute into knowing me it was like she knew how to get what she wanted without having to spend too much energy or too little. I think,-"

He hesitates but the other person patiently yet somewhat anxiously listens with bated breath. "-I think she's hiding something." "What is it?" Zhong Zemin smiles bitterly and responds a bit irritably. "How would I know? I'm a doctor, not a psychologist." The man seemed to understand his question was a bit stupid so he did not mind Zhong Zemin's disrespectful attitude. Feeling a sense of sympathy for the man Zhong Zemin softens his tone a bit. "Look, I know how much she means to you but the cost of protecting her isn't worth your own life. You're still young and not to mention very accomplished on top of it. Is trying to save someone who won't thank you for it really worth giving everything you have?" To Zhong Zemin, it made no sense why someone as amazing as him would waste time on a woman like this.

Although she wasn't what he expected, she was still almost as bad as the rumors said. The relationship between the two was obviously terrible, the actions she took against him were also vicious and with bad intent. In any case, he should also hate her as she does him but instead, he tries to help her lowering his own head for her to stomp on without retaliation. He did not speak for a while so all Zhong Zemin could hear was silence on the line. Only after a considerable amount of time passed did he finally answer him coldly with the familiar dismissive tone in his voice. "Without her, I would not have had control over my own life to begin with. Don't pretend you understand, as you just said. You're no psychologist." He flinches back as the dial tone painfully rings in his ears, and the man scowls at the rude behavior. He gave a sharp tsk "Stupid fool, and here I was actually giving you good advice." Eyeing the woman on the bed he felt the urge to massage his temples again at the oncoming headache. "Tch! This is bound to not end well for either of you."