This time the force was greater, but still not enough!
Li Zhiyuan began to increase the swing of his arms, swinging and swinging...
Accompanied by a clear vibration, he seemed to hear a crisp sound next to his ear.
It was like you were standing still with your arm raised, and someone had just walked over and given you a high-five.
As Li Zhiyuan continued to discover, the thick blackness outside the bed gradually began to fade silently.
At the same time, the sensation coming from below became clearer.
Li Zhiyuan could even actively reach out to wrap around those strains of hair and complete the following high-fives while waving.
He realized that those high-fives seemed unintentional on the other person's part, but rather his hand just happened to meet the other person's palm because he also felt the back of his hand being slapped, the sound was not so crisp.
Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan felt his reaching arm struck by something; he felt a burst of pain and involuntarily drew his arm upwards.
This contraction seemed to have released something that was jammed and blocked, allowing it to continue moving.
Li Zhiyuan's fingertips then touched a hard arc, followed by a slick indentation, then the clearly articulated upward motion, bumping along the bones, and afterwards, he touched the round and firm elasticity.
And then, his fingers lost contact, and he immediately plunged his whole arm downward, catching at the last moment five short bone segments clustered together.
Li Zhiyuan immediately withdrew his hand, his face showing a look of shock.
It was a complete person; he had just touched from the base of her skull down to her toes.
Someone was under the bed!
And not just one or a few, but many, a whole crowd!
At this moment, Li Zhiyuan realized that the thin blanket that had been by his side had disappeared.
He looked up towards the corner of the bed, and there was a child wrapped tightly in a blanket, curled up there, shivering and filled with fear in his eyes.
This child looked... exactly like himself.
"I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm really so scared... wuwuwu... Mommy, come and take me away."
Li Zhiyuan watched that "himself" shaking with fear and asked:
"Why are you still here?"
"Comrade, we have already tested and examined your son, and he has no psychological problems at all; he is healthy, sunny, and cheerful."
The female doctor in a white coat was stating this with a smile and, unable to resist, gently touched the little boy's face.
The little boy also showed a smile.
Ah, what a lovely child.
The female doctor then looked up at the mother standing next to the boy; she was puzzled as to why there wasn't a trace of joy on this mother's face upon hearing the "healthy" diagnosis, only cold indifference.
Currently, the field of psychology and psychiatric care was not widespread in the country, and the public did not have a deep understanding of it, but it was still possible to find psychological clinics in Beijing.
"Mommy, I'm not sick." Eight-year-old Li Zhiyuan took the initiative to hold his mother's hand, looked up at her, and said, "Mommy, the doctor said I'm healthy."
Li Lan looked down at her son momentarily and then back at the doctor, saying:
"You've been fooled by him."
The female doctor spread her hands, trying her best to control her emotions, and explained:
"Comrade, since you brought your son here, I think you should have a certain understanding of psychology, so you should believe our diagnosis, trust our professionalism."
Li Lan: "I overestimated your professionalism."
"How can you say such a thing as a child's mother?" The female doctor could no longer hold back, "It's the first time I've seen a mother who is not satisfied upon learning that her son is healthy; I really cannot understand what's in your mind!"
Li Lan: "You just said you were professional."
Li Lan, holding Li Zhiyuan's hand, turned around and left the clinic, with Li Zhiyuan walking to the rhythm set by his mother, head drooping, like a child who had done something wrong.
They did not go home but instead came to the psychological clinic affiliated with a foreign-related hospital.
Li Zhiyuan was taken in by the new doctor for examination.
Forty minutes later, the door opened, and Li Zhiyuan was brought out.
The doctor spoke with a serious expression:
"Lady, we currently suspect your son has signs of severe schizophrenia and autism which, based on our consultation, appear to be related to his familial emotional life.
He earnestly desires the care and companionship of his mother.
So, I hope that in the forthcoming therapy sessions, as the child's mother, you cooperate as much as possible so that your son can return to health."
After listening to the doctor's words, Li Lan looked down at Li Zhiyuan in front of her and asked:
The doctor couldn't stand watching any longer, extending his hand to intercept Li Lan: "Lady, you shouldn't be so harsh on your son; his problems are already very serious, you must pay enough attention, otherwise in the future..."
Li Lan didn't listen any further and turned to leave.
"Lady, lady!" No matter how the doctor called, she did not turn back.
Li Zhiyuan ran to catch up.
Li Lan stopped in front of the restroom, where Li Zhiyuan also stopped; there was a large mirror, reflecting the image of mother and son.
Li Zhiyuan saw his mother in the mirror, who was staring at her own reflection, her eyes revealing a hint of disgust.