Chapter 1513: And with the Forensic Doctor, a Little Sweetness 26

Recently the police station had no days off; Wu Lin needed to go to the hospital to get medicine, so he had to report to Jin Chen and apply.

As expected, the medicine pickup team became two people; after the previous incident where Yi Tian and Wei Yan had a car accident, Jin Chen really couldn't let Wu Lin wander outside alone.

That damn thing in the shadows keeps popping up now and then; my wife's gone, what can I do!

"Sorry, sir, we don't have the first two medicines on your prescription." the nurse at the medicine counter said: "Don't blame us; even somewhat reputable big hospitals now find it hard to get this medicine."

"Why?" Jin Chen asked, gripping Wu Lin's curled fingers.

"These two medicines have serious side effects; domestic regulations no longer allow their use for psychiatric patients."

Hearing the nurse's explanation, Jin Chen raised his eyebrows in doubt; back when they searched Zhou Ming's home, Wu Lin could precisely tell which medicine wasn't suitable for Zhou Ming—how could he not know himself?

Wu Lin of course knew.

But compared to an episode, those side effects were negligible for him.

But even so, when faced with Jin Chen's questioning, he actually felt a bit guilty.

Wu Lin and he left the hospital side by side; the early autumn air was filled with moisture, perhaps it would rain.

"Where did the previous medicine come from?" Jin Chen asked, his tone somewhat helpless.

"My master's friend while he was alive—I guess I still have to bother him." These years Wu Lin has avoided contact with the past, yet often unavoidable memories arise.

For example, whenever medicine was mailed, that friend would give instructions to this junior friend; likewise, after being transferred back to X City, he moved back into his old residence.

Jin Chen pondered Wu Lin's recent words, felt something off, stopped walking, and asked: "Before Senior Mu passed away, did you already show symptoms of the illness?"

"How could that be." Wu Lin stared blankly, "but back then they said I had peculiar tastes, so it's about the same."

"If that's the case, how could that old friend of Senior Mu know your condition? You said you hadn't sought treatment in domestic hospitals."

That night when Wu Lin confessed his identity to Jin Chen, he had said his illness was diagnosed abroad.

Wu Lin instinctively looked at Jin Chen; his mind suddenly went blank, his nerves and thoughts crashing for several seconds.

Jin Chen gripped Wu Lin's hand, gently rubbed his tense back, and said softly: "Relax, think slowly."

"I... I don't remember."

According to Wu Lin's memory, that's how it was, and he had hardly ever thought about the logic behind it.

Wu Lin's head throbbed badly; he leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder to ease up, then suddenly pulled out his phone and found the address behind each medicine shipment—the address that had always been overlooked.

"Green Ring Psychiatric Treatment Hospital."

"Where?!"

Jin Chen was even more shocked, quickly saying: "Cui Jiu was treated at that psychiatric hospital."

This is definitely not just a coincidence.

Jin Chen quickly contacted the bureau.

"Have the medical records been investigated?"

Duan Xiao Bai's side had a lot of noise; she was still screening the account names of those summoned to the police station, holding her phone and speaking low: "I was about to tell you, although their diagnosis times differed, they had all been prescribed the same few medicines by a hospital… called… Green Ring Psychiatric Hospital, but that hospital had already been shut down and sealed ten years ago."

Ten years ago……

Wu Lin grabbed Jin Chen's hand tightly; his eyes instantly turned extremely cold and fierce.

Precisely ten years ago, the year Old Mu died.

Jin Chen: "Investigate the person in charge of the seal back then, use the account name list to contact the psychiatric hospital's address, and monitor everything in real time."

He arranged things orderly, embraced the ice-cold person into his arms, and patted the back of his head.

After the call ended, Jin Chen said: "Let's go take a look."

"Good." Wu Lin had no hesitation, even feeling unable to suppress a resurgence of murderous intent.

A secret buried for ten years was actually right beside him…… why had it never been discovered? Wu Lin couldn't figure it out.

If it weren't for Jin Chen's sudden enlightenment today, Wu Lin would never have even thought in this direction; it's really strange.

Wu Lin also recalled what Sang Xue said—had they met before, or had one of them already forgotten?

——

"I only started taking medicine five years ago; before that…… there was no contact at all with my master's old friend."

Wu Lin sat in the front passenger seat, head lowered, trying to sort his thoughts—both to tell Jin Chen and to find out whether he had ever lost his memory.

He lacked the ability to remember at a glance and retain everything in his heart, so he used those expensive specimens dissected in the Study as memory anchors.

"When I first took medicine, I made a specimen of the rose crystal eye butterfly…… it was shortly after I returned home."

Wu Lin's body was already chilled to the bone, now covered in a layer of cold sweat; at that time he could never again come into contact with Old Mu's old friend, let alone fully trust them to send medicine.

These years of investigation have been obstructed—is it because no key evidence could be found, or because every step has been under the surveillance and control of someone behind the scenes?

Fresh air and gales kept blowing in through the wide-open windows, yet Wu Lin still felt utterly suffocated, his complexion worsening, unconsciously holding his breath due to constant anxiety.

Jin Chen caught sight of it in his peripheral vision, startled, he quickly hit the brakes, unfastened his seat belt, and leaned forward to touch Wu Lin's face.

"Wu Lin, Wu Lin!"

Wu Lin, as if waking from a dream, after recovering he sucked in a deep breath, his face deathly pale, his gaze locking onto Jin Chen's face.

His heart pounded rapidly, yet it was panic and bewilderment, shaking so hard it almost leapt out of his throat.

Wu Lin flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace, his breathing still heavy, concealing years of deathly gloom; the joy in his expression seemed about to become substance.

"I don't remember…… I can't recall."

Jin Chen felt a weight in his chest, suddenly pinched Wu Lin's chin and kissed him.

Wu Lin's breathing remained uneven, but not from pain; the seized air gradually anesthetized his thoughts, drawing him away from suffering.

The foggy haze over his memory also dissipated, as if by magic.

After the kiss, Wu Lin quietly opened his eyes, his fingers lightly pushing Jin Chen's shoulder.

"I seem to…… recall a bit."

Wu Lin did not urgently pull away from this embrace as usual; his chin rested in Jin Chen's neck crook, his voice low and soft: "I really did see Sang Xue."

"When?" Jin Chen continued his questioning, holding the person, frowning slightly as he glanced out the window at the mountain.

The former site of Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital is in the suburbs; to get there from the city center one must pass this mountain-ring road.

"In the ward. It seems… a long time ago, I also lived there."

Wu Lin seemed to be probing someone else's memory, and worse, according to the existing memory, at this time he should be abroad receiving psychological diagnosis and treatment.

As his words fell, Jin Chen hadn't yet had a chance to respond when he suddenly released Wu Lin, stepped on the accelerator, and shot forward.

Wu Lin smelled fuel, instinctively looked out the car window, and his pupils contracted sharply.

A burning small car was rushing out of the mountains! Heading straight for them!