"This golden finger isn't very useful. Also, the original host didn't actually die; her soul just went somewhere unknown, which is also a troublesome matter. Should I try my best to find the original host's soul, or what should I do?"
After finishing reading about the golden finger she randomly received this time, Ding Yun started pondering her previous questions along with this new one.
She was quite conflicted about it.
After all, she had never encountered such a situation before.
There was no precedent for this!
In the end, Ding Yun could only temporarily decide that she had to prioritize completing the task of imprinting her mark on the world's origin, and even had to hurry to finish it as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if she hadn't completed her related tasks and the original host's soul returned first, it would undoubtedly be even more troublesome.
Although she wasn't afraid of not being able to deal with the original host's soul.
However, this body belonged to the original host.
It was one thing for her to occupy a body after the original owner died. It was another thing entirely if the original owner was still alive when she occupied the body, and then the original owner returned.
Therefore, Ding Yun soon became busy, busy understanding the world situation based on the original host's memories, and simultaneously contemplating and analyzing what methods or channels she should use to increase her influence and imprint her mark as quickly as possible.
...
In the living room at home.
The couple, Liu Guo and Zhou Juan, sat on the sofa with worried expressions, discussing their daughter's problems in hushed tones.
"Old man, this can't go on like this.
Xiao Yun hasn't gone out for a month. Ever since she came back that day, she's been acting a bit strange, muttering to herself, and spending all day in her room setting up arrays. Then she uses that lancet to prick her fingers and draw blood. This is clearly not normal.
Why don't we send her to the hospital?
We can't keep ignoring this illness.
Her condition is getting worse by the day.
If this continues, I'm afraid she'll lose the ability to take care of herself one day. We can take care of her while we're alive, but how long can we live at our age? We can't possibly expect A Li and the others to take care of their aunt in their old age.
No, it's not about taking care of her anymore.
I'm afraid something might happen to her before we die.
No, we must send her to the hospital!"
Seeing her daughter becoming more and more eccentric and abnormal, Zhou Juan watched with concern and worried in her heart.
She could no longer hold back and was about to get up and knock on her daughter's door, intending to forcibly send Ding Yun to the hospital. No matter what gossip there was about her daughter being mentally ill, it would be better than having an illness and not treating it.
The longer it dragged on,
the harder it would be to treat.
However, Liu Guo quickly stood up, pulled his wife back, and said in a low voice:
"Keep your voice down, don't let our daughter hear you.
I don't want our daughter to be like this either, but once we send her to a mental hospital, the word 'mentally ill' will follow her for the rest of her life. Even if she's cured, outsiders will still say she's mentally ill.
Just not knowing when it will relapse.
Also, our eldest grandson, second grandson, and eldest granddaughter are all at the age of marriage. If this matter is exposed and outsiders know that their aunt is mentally ill, who wouldn't suspect that it might be hereditary?
So, we absolutely cannot send our daughter to a mental hospital publicly. Listen to me, let's take it slow. Let's see if we can arrange for a psychologist to come to our home to talk with her. Even if it's confirmed, we can first persuade her and take her on a trip.
Take her to another city for treatment.
In short, this matter needs to be handled quietly.
We can't let everyone know!"
Mental illness is different from other illnesses. It is a difficult-to-cure disease, genetically hereditary, and deeply misunderstood. Liu Guo's idea was that even if not for his daughter's future, it was for the future of his grandchildren. No family would want their son to marry, or their daughter to marry into a family suspected of having a hereditary mental illness. Even true love wouldn't suffice.
No matter how you put it, his daughter was stimulated and suffered excessive grief, but that wouldn't stop others from suspecting.
So, of course, it's best to conceal it if possible.
"Alright, but what excuse should we use? Last time I accidentally said, 'Do you want to see a psychiatrist? Do you have delusions?'
I didn't even dare to mention mental illness or being stimulated.
I just asked if she had delusions.
She yelled at me, saying she wasn't sick and was normal, and that I didn't understand what she was researching.
If we directly invite a doctor here this time,
will she...
Sigh, why did our family have to have such a devoted lover? I'd rather she learn from Mrs. Li's daughter, falling for one person after another, getting divorced three times in five years. No matter how people call her promiscuous, it's still better than this!"
In fact, Zhou Juan and Liu Guo had also tried to probe the original host in the past few years, thinking of hinting to her to go to the psychiatry department herself.
However, the original host had firmly stated that she was not sick and that they didn't understand. If they said too much, she would get angry and leave home. They didn't want to forcibly send the original host to a mental hospital, and they were also afraid of stimulating her and worsening her condition. Moreover, in most cases, the original host was quite normal, so this matter had been postponed.
It wasn't until recently that the original host had been shut in for a month, fiddling with strange and abnormal things, that they felt their daughter's condition had worsened. If this continued, it would likely deteriorate further, and she would be abnormal for most of the time, not just a small portion.
Therefore, they had reluctantly made up their minds.
Their daughter must be treated.
"What's the use of saying these things? She's determined to hang herself on that crooked tree. Sigh, if only I had known, I should have broken them up back then. Fine, fine...
How about this? She hasn't had a normal sleep schedule or three meals a day for a month. We'll say we're worried about her not taking care of her body and getting sick. That's it. I'll ask our eldest son to contact a discreet doctor.
You go knock on her door and tell her about this.
Tell her that health is the capital for research.
Persuade her well so that she doesn't resist too much..."
"Okay. By the way, I'll tell our daughter that it's to check her health. You also need to explain to the doctor and ask him not to mention anything about mental health."
"I know, I'm not stupid..."
After whispering to each other like this, they each got busy. One made a phone call to their eldest son, asking him to help find a discreet and skilled psychologist to diagnose their daughter.
The other prepared a cup of milk and went to knock on the door.
He intended to inform his daughter about the doctor's visit.
Ding Yun, who was in her room learning about the world's geopolitical landscape, heard the knock. Unlike the original host, who would often be lost in her own world and only respond after a long time, she immediately got up from her computer desk and went to open the door.
"Mom, come in!"
"May I come in?"