The Girl with Depression
I deliberately took annual leave and brought Nina Scott for her first formal consultation.
Nina Scott has been suffering from depression for three years.
She was the primary beneficiary my mother cared for deeply before she passed away—when my mother was researching in the mountain region, she found Nina, an orphan, crouched in the school's storage room eating hard, stale steamed buns. My mother immediately decided to cover all her tuition and living expenses and often brought her home to stay. After my mother passed away, I took on the responsibility of caring for Nina. To me, she had long been like family.
Yale Shawn proposed to me last year.
He said that running this hospital was meant to provide Nina, whom my mother supported, a place for安心治疗—a safe treatment—and to help more children like her, so they wouldn't have to endure such hardship again.
I believed it.
He even temporarily took over managing the Star Medical Group, which my mother had founded.
The doctor attending was Dr. Warren, around fifty years old, with hair so thin on top that you could see his scalp.
He pushed up his glasses and told me to wait outside the consulting room, saying, 'The treatment requires absolute quiet, and having family members present will affect its effectiveness.'
I didn't think much and sat down on the bench in the corridor.
I still clutched the grapes Nina loved to eat, planning to peel them for her when she came out—last time after chemotherapy, she had no appetite and could only manage to swallow half a bowl of porridge with the help of these sweet and sour grapes.
Only five minutes had passed when Nina Scott's scream echoed from the consulting room.
That sound was not her usual plaintive cry; it was a terrified, broken scream, raw and desperate.
I stood up at once.
Without waiting for Dr. Warren to respond, I pushed open the consulting room door.
The scene before me sent a rush of blood pounding to my head.
Dr. Warren's hand was reaching toward Nina Scott's collar. She was curled up in the corner, clutching her clothes tightly, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I rushed over, shoved Dr. Warren aside, and shielded Nina Scott behind me.
Dr. Warren staggered back a few steps, still trying to argue, "You don't understand, this is our hospital's special treatment method..."
I raised my hand and slapped him; the sharp sound echoed through the consulting room.
Nina clung to my arm, burying her face in my shoulder, trembling as she cried.
I pulled out my cell phone, my fingers shaking as I tried to call Yale Shawn—I had to ask him how he had hired such a scoundrel.
A hand painted with bright red nail polish suddenly reached out.
Before I could press anything, that hand snatched my cell phone away.
I looked up and saw a woman wearing a white coat.
The collar of her white coat was cut very low, revealing a thick gold necklace around her neck, and her makeup was so heavy it seemed she was about to attend an evening banquet.
"How dare you cause trouble in my hospital?"
She raised her hand and smashed the cell phone onto the ground, then ground the screen harshly under the stiletto of her ten-centimeter high heels.
Glass shards scattered onto my pant legs, producing a sharp, grating sound.
She crossed her arms, her eyes brimming with arrogance: "Are you tired of living?"
"Who are you?"
I held Nina Scott tighter, watching her with caution.
"I am the principal of this hospital, Mary Scott."
She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with disdain: "Someone like you probably can't even afford the registration fee, yet you dare interfere with my affairs?"
"I don't care who you are," I sneered, "your hospital's doctors are molesting patients, you do nothing, and yet you dare smash my cell phone?"
"Apologize to Nina Scott immediately, or I'll make sure your hospital can't keep running!"
Mary seemed as if she had heard a joke.
She took out her cell phone and dialed a number in front of me.
The moment the call connected, her voice immediately softened, sounding coquettish: "Yale, an old woman is causing trouble at the hospital and even threatened me. Please come quickly~"
My heart skipped a beat.
Yale? Is it Yale Shawn?
After ending the call, Mary's face was full of pride.
She shook the jade bracelet on her wrist, which gleamed softly under the lamp light.
"Old woman, do you know who my husband is?"
"He is the president of Star Medical Group, Yale Shawn."
Several nurses gathered in the corridor, each wearing tight nurse uniforms, their makeup even more gaudy than Mary Scott's.
They leaned in, chattering excitedly in agreement.
"Exactly! Mr. Shawn spoils Principal Scott endlessly!"
"The jade bracelet on Principal Scott's wrist was bought by Mr. Shawn at an auction a few days ago—two hundred million! He gave it without even blinking!"
"A few days ago, someone disturbed Principal Scott's lunch break, and Mr. Shawn had them thrown into the river on the spot! Do you still dare to cause trouble here?"
I stared at the jade bracelet on Mary Scott's hand, feeling as if the blood in my entire body had nearly frozen.
That was never something from an auction—it was a keepsake my mother left me before she died, with her initials 'Blair Lincoln' engraved on the inside. Last year, on Nina Scott's birthday, I noticed she was always sleepless because of her depression. Since this jade bracelet had been worn by my mother all her life and brought peace, I gave it to her as a talisman, urging her to wear it day and night.
Yale Shawn is a bastard.
He actually stole my mother's relics from Nina and gave them to his mistress?
Mary Scott saw that I didn't respond and assumed I was scared.
She stepped forward and kicked the shattered pieces of the cell phone on the ground with the tip of her shoe: "Now you're afraid? Too late."
"Bow deeply ten times, and I'll let you and Nina go."
Nina clutched at my clothes, her voice trembling more: "Shirley... let's go... I don't want to stay here anymore..."
I held Nina's hand tightly, my nails digging into my palm.
Just as I was about to take Nina away and deal with this later, Dr. Warren, whom I had knocked down, suddenly got back up.
He leaned toward Mary Scott's ear and lowered his voice to say something.
I only caught a few words: "born with a seductive body... Mr. Lee... Project..."
Mary Scott's eyes grew brighter, and her gaze toward Nina Scott was filled with raw greed and menace.
A sudden wave of unease surged in my heart.
I pulled Nina closer behind me and watched Mary Scott warily. "What do you intend to do?"
Mary Scott rolled her eyes and put on that arrogant expression once more.
"You assaulted my doctor and damaged the consulting room door—that door is imported and worth five hundred thousand."
"Compensation: five million."
I nearly laughed in anger.
"Your doctors molested Nina Scott, and I didn't report you to the police—that was more than merciful. And yet you still have the audacity to demand such a fortune?"
"Molestation? What molestation?"Mary Scott sneered, "That's a unique treatment method exclusive to our hospital; a poor wretch like you couldn't possibly understand."
"I know you don't have money," she said, her tone changing as her gaze fixed on Nina Scott. "How about this: let Nina stay at the hospital as a nurse, and I will waive your compensation and provide her with free treatment."
After she finished speaking, she waved her hand.
Several security guards in black suits immediately surrounded us and reached out to grab Nina Scott.
"Don't come any closer!"
I stood in front of Nina Scott, the anger inside me growing stronger.
Yale Shawn's mistress actually dared to lay hands on the child entrusted to me by my mother?
I raised my hand and rubbed the watch on my wrist—that was a gift from my mother, with a hidden button on the strap. Pressing it would summon a private bodyguard within three minutes.
"You'd better wait until Yale Shawn arrives before making any decisions."
"Let's see if he dares to let Nina Scott stay here to pay off the debt."
I thought that no matter how despicable Yale Shawn was, he should still remember that Nina Scott was the beneficiary my mother cared for most before she passed—the very excuse he used to placate me in the first place.
But Mary Scott misunderstood what I meant.
She sneered coldly and shouted at the nurses, "Listen to this—this old woman wants to lure Yale Shawn over so that Nina can seduce him!"
"What a shameless b*tch. Nobody wants her anymore because of her age, so she's pushing others to sell themselves!"
The nurses joined the jeering, their filthy words stabbing like knives.
"Exactly! Look at Nina's seductive expression—she definitely isn't a good person!"
"Maybe she's been cozying up to Mr. Shawn for a long time, and now she's just pretending to be innocent!"
Nina's body trembled even more violently.
She was naturally shy, and with so many people surrounding her, shouting insults, her face instantly turned pale, her lips growing purple.
I was both shocked and furious.
What kind of lousy hospital is this that Yale Shawn runs? From top to bottom, it's nothing but a bunch of uncultured trash!
I unfastened the pendant from Nina's neck — it was the one I took her to the temple to pray with last year. Inside was a photo of me, Nina, and my mother. Since my mother passed away, Nina always said that looking at the photo made her feel as if someone was with her.
I held the pendant up in front of Mary Scott. "Shut your filthy mouth!"
"Nina Scott was a child my mother supported before she passed. I've taken care of her for five years. Who do you think you are, daring to insult her like that?"
Mary Scott stared fixedly at the photo inside the pendant, her eyes suddenly reddening.
She abruptly snatched the pendant and smashed it violently on the ground.
"B*tch! I think you're just trying to exploit the dead to make a scandal!"
The pendant shattered into pieces, and the photo scattered as well.
"Yale never told me he knew such a poor, petty girl!" She ground the photo cruelly under the sole of her high heel. "You're just trying to extort money with this broken photo because you can't bear being abandoned by Yale!"
I was momentarily stunned.
Yale Shawn actually never told Mary Scott about Nina's existence?
He clearly said that because Nina needed safe treatment, he kept her connection to my family hidden from the outside world, yet he even kept his mistress a secret?
Nina let out a sharp, agonized scream.
That pendant was her most treasured possession; she wouldn't even take it off when bathing.
She crouched on the ground, clutching her head with both hands, trembling violently, while murmuring, 'Photos... my photos...'
In recent years, Yale kept saying he was busy. I took Nina everywhere for treatment, and Yale and Nina met only a few times.
Nina Scott could only cling to this photograph, yearning for Ms. Lincoln, who had cared for her like a daughter.
I quickly pushed Mary Scott aside, trying to retrieve the photo from the floor.
But Mary Scott kicked me in the waist, and I staggered to the ground.
The sole of her high heel pressed hard onto my hand, twisting mercilessly.
"You filthy b*tch, how dare you lay a hand on me?"
She picked up the photo from the floor, ignited it with a lighter, and watched the flames devour it, a look of grim satisfaction on her face.
"Bring them here and strip these two b*tches naked!"
Mary Scott's voice was like a poisoned needle: "Find a hundred of the dirtiest vagrants, have them torment these two until they die, then throw them to the wild dogs!"
The security guards immediately rushed over, reaching out to grab me.
I struggled desperately but was pinned to the ground by two security guards, unable to move.
Dr. Warren leered as he approached Nina Scott, reaching out to touch her hair.
"Don't touch her!" I screamed. "Mary Scott, I am Yale Shawn's wife! If you dare harm Nina Scott, Yale won't spare you!"
Mary Scott paused for a moment, then laughed even more wildly.
"Wife? With your shabby appearance, do you really think you deserve to be Mr. Shawn's wife?"
"I think you've lost your mind!"
She shouted at the security guard, "Rip her mouth apart! Stop her from babbling nonsense!"
A security guard raised his hand and slapped me, leaving my face numb instantly.
Then more slaps came down. My teeth loosened from the blows, and my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, footsteps resounded from the end of the corridor.
Mary immediately changed her expression, coquettishly stepping forward. "Mr. Lee, how did you arrive so quickly?"
I looked up and saw a burly man dressed in a tailored suit, his belly swollen like a balloon.
He was Jim Lee, the head of a major project Yale Shawn had recently been trying to secure.
This project had been arranged through a connection I requested from a longtime friend of my mother's before she passed away.
Jim Lee's gaze swept over Nina; his eyes instantly lit up, and his breathing grew heavier.
"This young girl is quite something—much more appealing than those before."
He reached out and pinched Mary Scott's buttocks. "You really understand me, knowing exactly what I like."
Mary Scott giggled as she leaned against Jim Lee's chest, "Mr. Lee, as long as you're satisfied—we haven't even had time to examine her yet..."
"No examination is needed."Jim Lee interrupted her, grabbing Nina Scott's arm and pulling her toward the consulting room. "I can't wait any longer."
"No! Let go of me!" Nina struggled desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Shirley, save me!"
I struggled fiercely, trying to rush over to save Nina Scott.
But the security guards held me down even tighter, and I could only let out muffled whimpers.
Mary Scott kicked me hard in the mouth. I spat out a mouthful of blood foam, mixed with two teeth.
"Just a bumpkin trying to profit from a dead person's misfortune."Mary Scott told the security guards, "Sew her mouth shut. Don't disturb Mr. Lee's mood."
Dr. Warren approached holding needle and thread, his face twisted into a lecherous smile.
I watched his hand coming closer and closer, my heart sinking into utter despair.
At that moment, Jim Lee's angry voice came from the consulting room: "Why can’t this door lock?"
Mary hurried over to help and, before leaving, shot me a glare: "I'll deal with you when I get back!"
I took the chance to struggle and reached for the watch on my wrist.
If I could just press that button, my bodyguard would come to save us.
But before I could press it, a scream from Nina came from the consulting room.
Her voice was soaked with despair, like a knife stabbing sharply into my heart.
"Nina!" I shouted hoarsely, "Jim Lee, let her go! Nina has depression; she might kill herself!"
Mary Scott poked her head out of the consulting room and sneered, "Oh, so reluctant to lose your golden goose, huh?"
"Here's the deal: if you kowtow to me a hundred times, I'll consider letting you go."
I collapsed to the ground in disgrace, a fierce hatred swelling inside me.
My mother was the richest woman in the country. Since childhood, have I ever suffered such humiliation?
But Nina's screams continued, a sound that felt like a knife slicing through my heart, bleeding endlessly.
I have suffered from depression myself.
When Dad was having an affair, the house was filled with constant arguments. When he left, he cruelly cursed that I would never recover for my entire life.
During that period, I thought about suicide countless times. It was my mother who gave up her work to stay by my side, helping me slowly heal.
So when I saw Yale Shawn "showing concern" for Nina Scott, my heart was stirred.
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