Headache Attack

That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, while the stars hid deeper, rarely showing themselves. However, the moonlight sneaked into people’s homes, illuminating the floor so brightly that one didn’t even need to turn on the lights to get up.

In the quiet room, the two people who were supposed to be engaging in deep conversation according to the usual common sense had stopped.

Feeling the stillness of the person on top of her, Qin Yun groggily opened her eyes and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”

The woman, controlled by dopamine and desire, had two blushes on her cheeks, and her eyes were moist, constantly expressing her loneliness to her beloved.

At such a critical moment, shouldn’t they push forward? Why stop at the city gate, leaving her feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Fang Zhou’s expression was somewhat dazed, his mind filled with the images that had just flashed by.

Who knows why this happened?

Just as he was about to follow his desires and instincts to join Qin Yun in an intimate moment, terrifying images suddenly flashed through his mind.

“Fang Zhou?”

With Qin Yun’s second inquiry, a severe headache suddenly struck Fang Zhou, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing his brain.

“It hurts.”

Fang Zhou clutched his head with both hands, shaking it as if trying to shake out the needles, but it didn’t help. The pain remained the same.

He rolled off Qin Yun, leaned against the wall, and began hitting his head with his hands.

This series of actions frightened Qin Yun.

She wanted to check on Fang Zhou, but as soon as she touched his arm, he pushed her away.

“Don’t touch me!”

A shrill voice echoed in the room, as if he had been abused.

Qin Yun couldn’t help but look at her hands, confirming there was nothing on them.

She quickly calmed down and searched her mind for any cases she had studied or seen. Could it be a seizure?

Seeing Fang Zhou’s body start to tremble, Qin Yun’s suspicion grew.

She quickly put on her clothes, turned on the room lights, and went to find her phone to call 120.

Left alone in the room, Fang Zhou closed his eyes, painfully enduring the sudden images flashing through his mind.

He saw himself being hit by a speeding car on the road, the intense pain seemingly transferring to his body.

Then, he saw the hopeless surgery, his legs paralyzed, and himself confined to a wheelchair.

A once healthy person who could walk, jump, and run suddenly became half-paralyzed, a significant psychological blow.

He saw himself jumping from a high floor, turning into a pile of flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

There were also scattered images he couldn’t see clearly, but the ones about himself were as clear as a cleaned glass, replaying in his mind.

No one can remain indifferent when seeing their own tragic death.

Fang Zhou clutched his head in pain, feeling the needle-like pain finally subside, and the images stopped looping.

But the fear he had just experienced remained, like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate.

He felt like he had truly died once, his hands and feet cold, sweat pouring, and his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest.

When Qin Yun returned, she saw Fang Zhou huddled in the corner, looking like a helpless lamb, and her heart ached.

She couldn’t help but call out again, “Fang Zhou!”

She quickly walked to the bed, wanting to check his condition.

He was no longer trembling, but his eyes were tightly shut, his face pale, and his jaw clenched as if in pain.

Hearing someone call his name, Fang Zhou opened his eyes, seeing the room’s furniture and layout, finally feeling his soul return.

“How are you? Has this happened before?”

Qin Yun asked with concern, her anxiety evident.

From what she knew of Fang Zhou, he had no health issues before. How did this suddenly happen?

Fang Zhou’s eyes moved from the bed to Qin Yun’s face, slowly shaking his head, his voice hoarse.

“No.”

“I initially thought it might be a seizure, but we need to go to the hospital for a proper diagnosis. I’ve already called 120; they’ll be here soon.”

Qin Yun’s calm voice was like a shot of adrenaline, giving strength.

However, Fang Zhou shook his head again.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with my body.”

“I…”

The words stuck in his throat, Fang Zhou didn’t know how to explain to Qin Yun.

Should he tell her that his mind suddenly played a movie of his death?

It wasn’t a seizure; it was a mental issue.

So Fang Zhou chose to hide it.

“What is it?”

Qin Yun’s concerned gaze added pressure.

“Nothing, just a sudden headache. Maybe because I didn’t nap.”

“Let’s just go to sleep.”

“Oh, and tell 120 not to come.”

Fang Zhou patted Qin Yun’s shoulder and lay down, closing his eyes as if to sleep.

“Fang Zhou, if you’re sick, you need treatment. Don’t avoid it. Even if it’s just a headache, you should find out why.”

Qin Yun, adhering to her duty as a doctor, hoped Fang Zhou wouldn’t avoid the issue and would actively seek a solution.

Fang Zhou opened his eyes, sat up, and hesitantly told Qin Yun.

“I’m not avoiding treatment, it’s just…”

I need a psychologist, not a neurologist.

Fang Zhou silently added.

How else to explain the sudden images?

They were just his mind’s creations, not real events.

“What is it?”

Qin Yun looked at Fang Zhou seriously, waiting for his explanation.

The outside was silent, except for the sound of cicadas.

Living in a high-rise, even the sound of horns was inaudible.

In the room, only Qin Yun and Fang Zhou stared at each other, a silent standoff to see who would give in first.

Finally, Fang Zhou sighed and told Qin Yun.

“Fine, let’s check my brain.”

Fang Zhou thought: Let’s see if there’s something in my brain causing these strange thoughts.