Handsome And Haunting (Wangxian Modern AU)

Drugs Don't Work

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Side Note: I will explain what dissociation is and how it makes people feel. However, I may have mistakes. I'm sorry for this. I hope with the explanation you will understand Wei Ying better.
Side Note 2: Probably the next chapter will be smut~
Side Note 3: I may not be able to update this story for a while because I want to finish writing this story first.

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It was another sleepless night for Wei Ying. He didn't remember what kind of nightmare he had seen, but we vividly remember the deformed pictures he had seen. The voices were still whispering at him. He slowly went to the bathroom which was attached to his room and took his white shirt off.

He hated his body, he hated his scars one more time.

'Die, die, die, die, die.'

While he was looking at his skinny body which were full of countless scars, the voices began being louder and louder with every second. To make them quiet, Wei Ying punched the mirror. The warm blood was dripping down between his fingers and he loved the feeling. He wanted to feel it more.

Wei Ying is in a complex mood. Sometimes he is aggressive and sometimes he is just... Silent. Today he seemed helpless and begged me to save him. Even though he didn't say it clearly I could see that he was triggered by a flashback. I have never seen him like that before. I guess I will lessen the dose of the medications he takes.

After Lan Zhan wrote his daily report, he went to his uncle's office. As the head of the ward, he had to know about the doctor's treatments.

Lan Qiren read the report which his nephew wrote. "Wangji, are you sure about the decision of giving him less medications? Wei Wuxian did not make any positive progress until now. No matter how many doctors gave him medicines, they couldn't stop him from self harming."

Lan Zhan frowned. "Because they were using the wrong treatment." Lan Qiren was surprised. He had never seen his nephew was in a different opinion than him. "The main treatment for dissociative identity disorder is psychotherapy."

Lan Qiren let out a sigh. He definitely didn't approve his nephew's decision. "I don't think he is in a right head space to communicate with other people. Are you sure that your decision is right?"

"Yes," Lan Zhan said firmly making it clear that he didn't have any intention to change his mind. "Because this is one of the situations which medications do not work well in psychiatry. Medications only reduce the symptoms, they fail to bring together the dissociated minds. Therefore, it does not provide a permanent improvement."

Lan Qiren stared at Lan Zhan for a while. "Everything Wei Ying did is in this file," he said as he was handing a file to Lan Zhan. "He should be happy that he is observed by the doctors instead of the guardians. As his doctor you should tell him to learn some self control and not to push his luck."

Lan Zhan threw the file onto his uncle's table and left the room slamming the door shut.

"Wangji!" He heard his uncle called, but he ignored.

Maybe when it is about Wei Ying, he didn't mind about his uncle's ethics at all.

Lan Zhan couldn't believe in his eyes when he saw Wei Ying was standing in the middle of a blood pool. There was a sharp glass in his hand and the blood was still dripping from his palm and from his wrists.