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Chapter 44: Grudge (Part Four)
I asked, "Is she not Li Mingliang?" I was really frustrated. After all this time, it turned out this woman was also a fake. She pretended to be a psychiatrist and even claimed to work as a caregiver at a hospital. As a normal person, I had been deceived by someone abnormal, which made me furious inside, but I couldn't express it.
From the beginning, I still didn't quite believe that the Li Mingliang in front of me was an impersonator.
However, there are always exceptions. I carefully observed these people; they didn't seem like they were disguising themselves, especially the leader among them. He looked fierce, but his voice was low. He said softly, "She is not; she is a patient who escaped from our facility. Li Mingliang is Li Aihong's mother, one of the doctors in our hospital."
"Then who is she?"
Another person replied coldly, with an expressionless face, "She is a patient."
"I know she is a patient; I just want to ask what her name is."
"Zhao Di."
I responded with an "oh," truly confused about how someone like Li Mingliang could possibly be insane. Moreover, she had even gone to some hospital to work as a caregiver. Seeing my bewildered expression, they explained, "The insane see us as insane. You think she is normal, but she thinks you are not. So please cooperate and open the door so we can take her away."
Before I rushed into action, I decided to call the clinic owner first.
However, this group of people grew impatient; time was of the essence. Zhao Di had been missing for almost a month, and they had finally found her, so they needed to capture her and return her to the hospital immediately.
Even so, I quickly dialed Zhang Xian's number.
While I was making the call, this group shouted Zhao Di's name at the door.
Li Mingliang in the partition remained silent. Unexpectedly, when Zhang Xian answered the phone and heard everything clearly, she said something surprising. She indicated that she had intended to call me to inform me that Li Mingliang was not actually Li Mingliang but a patient. She had seen news about a search for missing patients and decided to report it.
Well! Zhang Xian refused to help Li Mingliang and confirmed that she was indeed insane. I had nothing more to say.
The people at the door were causing quite a delay, and Li Mingliang remained silent inside. They couldn't just force their way in, so I suggested they pretend to leave, allowing me to knock on the door and inform the person inside that they had gone, and it was safe to come out.
Inside, Li Mingliang heard my words and opened the door without hesitation. However, before she could say anything, someone lurking at the entrance grabbed her.
Li Mingliang was actually Zhao Di.
I learned the details from a nurse at another Mental Hospital.
Indeed, Li Mingliang was the mother of Li Aihong, who had tragically died abroad. Her death was horrific; she was killed by Fateful Path while trying to protect her friend from being bullied. This friend fled the scene after the incident and didn't dare to show her face for a long time, which delayed the investigation and allowed the perpetrator to escape.
In one night, Li Mingliang's hair turned white as her only daughter, Aiwen, left her life. Being a psychiatrist, her daily routine was far from regular. As her husband put it, when she spoke to him, her tone and gaze were entirely like that of a patient.
Consequently, her husband left them both long ago.
Poor Dr. Li lost her daughter and was impersonated by a patient she was treating.
Yet when I faced Zhao Di, I sensed she didn't seem like a mentally ill person.
As Zhao Di was captured, she kept pleading, "I'm not crazy! Please, I'm not crazy! Don't hand me over to her." The "her" she referred to was undoubtedly Li Mingliang. When she uttered that word, terror filled her eyes, and she trembled as if in fear.
Her pleas resulted in several people forcefully pinning her down and binding her tightly, preparing to shove her into a car. Initially worried about what might happen to her, I soon realized my concerns were unfounded; with so many people around, she would be safe.
Zhao Di struggled fiercely; it took several strong men to barely hold her down as she continued to fight back, shouting that she wasn't crazy and calling for my help: "Help me! I'm not crazy!" At that moment, I truly felt she didn't seem insane—her eyes were filled with despair, and her expression was terrifying, as if she feared being sent to the Underworld by an Evil Spirit Collector.
In reality, these people were not Evil Spirit Collectors, and there was no hell on earth.
With Zhao Di under their control, I found myself helpless to assist either side; I could only stand there foolishly as they ruthlessly dealt with a vulnerable woman. For a moment, I felt like a bad person too. But then I remembered that Zhao Di needed treatment at a Hospital. Once she recovered, she could return to normal society.
As they dragged Zhao Di toward the clinic's entrance, suddenly she broke free from their grasp and dashed across the street recklessly. In that instant, I thought if she could just make it across safely, she'd escape danger. But just then, a car sped by like a bolt of lightning—whoosh—bang! A scream followed as Zhao Di was thrown into the air and spun around before crashing heavily onto the ground. Everything happened so quickly that there was no chance for anyone to intervene; even I hadn't anticipated such an event occurring at that moment.
"Auntie..." I was the first to rush over. Soon, they followed. Zhao Di lay in a pool of blood, coughing up crimson liquid, her half-open eyes filled with an unwillingness to accept her fate. Her legs were bent, and her whole body convulsed. When I called out "Auntie" for the second time, she struggled violently for a moment, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, but no words came forth.
I guessed she had something to tell me.
Kneeling there, I stared in disbelief at the expression frozen on Zhao Di's face—a chilling look that would be forever etched in my mind with just one glance. Guilt washed over me; another woman I could have protected was dying before my eyes. Was I such a failure?
The people who arrived dared not approach. Some couldn't bear to look, others were on their phones, and a few were smoking. I stood up abruptly and sneered, "She's dead. Are you all just going to take her back to report?"
A few exchanged glances, looking at each other but no one moved to touch Zhao Di.
I called the police, and they didn’t dare leave. The driver of the hit-and-run vehicle was smoking a cigarette down to the last two puffs. I could tell from his haggard and weary expression that he had been driving all night. He must have seen someone cross the road too late to hit the brakes.
The traffic police arrived.
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