In a hospital room.
The entire room was a cold white. A breeze stirred the thin gauze curtains, and a beautiful female voice from the television filled the room.
However, one person's eyes were fixed on the window, not looking at the television at all. His eyes seemed to carry a hint of confusion, adding a touch of softness to his stern face.
As soon as Bai Han entered, he saw this scene. In the sunlight, the person by the window seemed a little more alive. He stood silently at the doorway, sighing inwardly.
If not for the torment of those few years, he would have been a rational monarch. He wouldn't be like this now, relying on sedatives every day. Despite possessing such immense mental power, yet...
Alas, it can only be said that fate plays tricks on people.
The person by the window seemed to have sensed Bai Han's arrival long ago. He turned around and said to Bai Han, "You've arrived." There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice.
Bai Han bowed to him and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am here."
"Time again?" Qin Mohan said to Bai Han.
"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Recently, our examinations have shown that your mental fluctuations are still a bit intense, and there seems to be a tendency for collapse. Therefore, we hope you will cooperate with the plan we've formulated for you." Hearing Qin Mohan's words, Bai Han picked up the medical record beside him and carefully examined it. He gently pushed his glasses up his nose and said to the person in front of him with a serious expression.
After all, the person before him was the future king of the empire, and his body could not afford any problems.
Qin Mohan said nothing. He walked away from the window and went to the bedside, sitting down. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his hospital gown, revealing a pale arm. The blood vessels were clearly visible. Even though he hadn't continued his training due to neglect in the past few months, the muscles on his arm had not disappeared, and the overall lines were still perfect.
Bai Han, standing nearby, took the syringe from the tray and walked over to Qin Mohan. He slowly pushed the liquid in the syringe into his body. He looked up to carefully observe the expression of the person in front of him, afraid of any adverse reactions. Even though this injection had been given many times, caution was still necessary when dealing with someone of such noble status.
At this moment, a news report was being broadcast on the television in the ward.
A gentle female voice said, "Recently, the police discovered that a homosexual couple in the city was madly displaying their affection, openly disregarding Article 520, Section 1 of the 'Imperial Law,' which prohibits same-sex relationships. Following a report from bystanders, the homosexual couple has been imprisoned. Now, let's move on to other news."
Qin Mohan ignored the pain in his arm, as if he was already accustomed to the discomfort. His eyes were fixed on the female anchor on the television.
A few seconds later.
"Why restrict people's emotions?"
Bai Han, who was tidying up the syringe nearby, suddenly heard this question and was at a loss for how to answer.
He cleared his throat twice. "I don't know about this. It's a decision from above. As a humble commoner like myself, I wouldn't know." He said it in a half-joking tone.
Yet, his eyes were constantly watching Qin Mohan's expression.
Inside, his heart was pounding, afraid that Qin Mohan might remember certain things, or even certain people.
Such a thing absolutely could not happen.
If he remembered, would he directly go to drink tea with the King of Hell?
Qin Mohan didn't continue watching the television. He turned his head back to the window and gently massaged his head, saying, "Lately, I've been sensing spiritual fluctuations that feel intimate to me. Do you think someone is calling me?"
Before Qin Mohan even realized it, his voice carried a hint of expectation in the last few words.
"What kind of spiritual fluctuations?" Bai Han's ears perked up at this. He quickly took out the pen hanging on his white coat and the paper from his pocket, preparing to record the details bit by bit. He didn't even notice the changes in Qin Mohan's tone. Right now, he was only concerned about his health.
"I'm not entirely sure. It just feels very familiar, like someone I've known for a long time, yet I have no memory of them." Qin Mohan said coldly to Bai Han about what had been happening these past few days.
Bai Han, on the other side, listened and wrote it down. He looked up at the person sitting on the bed and said, "Alright, I've understood. I will arrange a mental fluctuation examination for you. Please rest well now. A nurse will come to take you for the examination shortly." He then withdrew from the room.
As he walked, he looked at the writing on the paper, carefully pondering the matter of the Crown Prince sensing familiar spiritual fluctuations. It shouldn't be Miss Zhao, as he had seen Miss Zhao running out of the ward in tears just a few days ago.
Alas, His Highness truly doesn't know how fortunate he is. Miss Zhao is so beautiful; how could anyone bear to make such a lovely person cry?
Bai Han was so preoccupied with Qin Mohan's affairs that he didn't even hear the nurses greeting him as he walked, all the way to his office.
Meanwhile, Qin Mohan, back in the room, sat quietly on the bed, silently feeling the sedatives gradually eroding his mental power. Even though sweat trickled down his face, he had no intention of telling the doctors or even that person.
Hah.
What does it matter if some mental power is lost?
Only if he obediently listens to them will they not stay by his side. This way, he can be discharged sooner, and he will have more time to find that person.
Once found, how should he deal with him?
Qin Mohan suddenly chuckled at the thought. Ha.
Perhaps he should lock him up and interrogate him severely about why he possesses such mental power.
As for after the interrogation...
Keeping him by his side might not be a bad idea. After all, interacting with someone with such mental power could be quite interesting.
The person on the bed narrowed his eyes, as if he had found a beloved toy, his eyes filled with interest.
I really want to find him quickly. Do you want to see me?
At this very moment, Lin Hao, who was staring at a bunch of bugs, suddenly sneezed.
"Achoo." Lin Hao bent over and rubbed his nose.
Why would someone be thinking of him all of a sudden? If he thought about it, even after his death, there were still people who missed him. But why wasn't anyone burning him money? Alas, son, you've truly disappointed me.
Someone in a corner of the universe silently sneezed.
Then, they quickly found some clothes to put on.
Erfa, sitting opposite Lin Hao, saw the King sneeze and got up to approach Lin Hao. He leaned down and softly asked Lin Hao, "Are you alright?"
Meanwhile, Xi'er, who was also preparing to show concern for the King, glared fiercely at the man in front of her.
Hmph, beaten to it again.
Lin Hao looked at the two people in front of him and said, "I'm fine."
Stop looking, I'm really fine. It's like they're watching a monkey.
"Really?" Xi'er looked at Lin Hao with a worried expression.
Then she glared at Erfa, blaming him entirely.
Erfa was innocently caught in the crossfire, feeling a little wronged.
"I'm really fine." It's probably just a slight chill, Lin Hao didn't say the rest, afraid that the female manager would get angry.