Chapter 381: Chapter 379: Post-traumatic Stress Disorder
The next morning, Mia Grant left Portia.
Silas Grant personally saw her off at the airport, promising he would definitely come to Jynsia to be with her next week.
Mia Grant nodded, feeling nothing at all inside.
By the time she returned to Jynsia, she had already missed her morning classes. So, Mia Grant decided not to go to campus and went straight to her off-campus residence instead.
The house Yuri Sinclair had given her was too large. It felt a bit empty with just her living in it, so she rarely stayed there by herself.
She hadn’t been back in a long time, and upon entering, Mia Grant ran into the housekeeper who came to clean every day.
There were two strangers in the living room arranging bouquets.
The housekeeper explained, "These two are florists, here to arrange the flowers. They’ll be done soon and won’t disturb you."
Mia Grant said it was fine, then asked, "Who sent them?"
"Mr. Vaughn arranged it. He said you like flowers, so he hired florists to come and replace them with fresh bouquets every day."
"They’ve already replaced the ones in your bedroom, study, and bathroom. Now they’re working on the foyer, dining room, living room, and balcony."
’It sounds like a huge, wasteful project.’
"I might not even come here once a month. Replacing them every day is too much of a waste."
The housekeeper had been transferred from the Sinclair Family in Portia, so she didn’t dare to simply agree.
Seeing the other woman’s troubled expression, Mia Grant sighed softly. "I’ll call him in a bit."
Only then did the housekeeper nod with a smile and ask her what she would like to drink.
"Nothing for me, thanks. I’m going to take a nap."
"What would you like for lunch then?"
"Noodles. Noodle soup."
Mia Grant loved noodles.
The housekeeper made a note of it and then asked what time she should be woken up.
She had no classes in the afternoon. After getting enough rest, Mia Grant got up, ate, and headed straight for the hospital.
She didn’t go to the Hughes Corp’s private hospital. Instead, she got an appointment with a specialist at the city hospital through a scalper and went over quietly when it was time.
She went "quietly," but in reality, she couldn’t hide from the people secretly following her.
And so, not long after she arrived at the hospital, her registration information was in everyone’s hands.
It wasn’t her turn yet. She bought a bottle of soda from a vending machine and waited while sipping it.
She didn’t see the specialist, but she did run into a few familiar faces.
The one in the lead was Zelo. She didn’t know the names of the two or three people scattered behind him, but their faces were familiar. She just couldn’t tell whose subordinates they were.
"Miss Grant." Zelo sidled up to her with a cheeky grin.
Mia Grant screwed the cap back on her bottle. "Aren’t you supposed to be with Kian Keller?"
"Zero and I are on rotation. He’s with the boss right now. Plus, I just got back in the country, so I thought I’d stop by and see my wife."
"Oh." Mia Grant replied nonchalantly, then paused and asked, "Is there something else?"
"We’ll wait with you."
"No need." Mia Grant knew these people wouldn’t be shooed away easily, so she said, "I wasn’t nervous before. I’m just going through the motions, getting a checkup. But if you watch me like this, it makes me very uncomfortable. It makes me nervous."
"And if my anxiety acts up, I might get agitated and jump off a building."
Her words stunned the men.
Although they could tell she was exaggerating, they didn’t dare take the risk.
An anxiety attack wouldn’t necessarily make her do something drastic.
However, Miss Grant’s mental state was so... "exquisite"... that there was nothing she wasn’t capable of.
They were here to protect Miss Grant in secret, not to cause trouble for everyone.
After a moment’s thought, Zelo exchanged a look with the others, then said to Mia Grant with a smile, "How about this: once you go in, we’ll leave."
"We absolutely won’t disturb you."
’She knew this was the biggest concession she was going to get from them.’
"Mm."
She fiddled with the bottle cap, but then seemed to remember something and lowered her hand. "Does Kian Keller know?"
Zelo didn’t hide it, telling her the truth. "There’s a time difference. I’m not exactly sure if the boss is awake yet."
The implication was clear: the message had been sent. It was just a matter of whether someone had dared to wake Kian Keller up.
Mia Grant instructed, "Make another call. Tell them not to blow this out of proportion. I’m fine."
Zelo understood. "Alright. I’ll make the call as soon as you go in."
Soon, it was Mia Grant’s turn.
Zelo eagerly held the door open for her. Once she was inside, the group vanished as promised.
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Mia Grant was a model patient—or at least, that’s what she thought of herself.
Without waiting for the doctor to ask, she launched into a long-winded explanation, telling him basically everything she could, only omitting the part about the "system."
Behind the professor stood several of his students, all watching her intently and occasionally taking notes.
Mia Grant didn’t feel uncomfortable. When she finished speaking, her mouth was dry, so she opened her bottle and finished the last sip of soda.
The specialist wrote out a stack of orders, telling her to get a CT scan of her brain.
Mia Grant agreed. She ran up and down for the various procedures, and everything went relatively smoothly.
The specialist took the results she handed him and examined them carefully, glancing up at her from time to time.
Mia Grant twisted open the new bottle of soda she had just bought on her way back and took another sip.
The specialist smiled. "No need to be nervous. It’s not a major issue."
Mia Grant took another sip, then asked, "Is it post-traumatic stress disorder?"
’She had to admit, that might be the best possible outcome.’
"Based on the test results, that’s most likely it."
"It doesn’t look like a psychiatric disorder or schizophrenia. Your mental state doesn’t seem that poor."
"The contents of the dreams you’ve mistaken for reality are very logical. They don’t seem like simple illusions, hallucinations, or delusions."
"But I don’t remember suffering any major trauma."
"It’s normal not to remember. Perhaps you experienced some kind of natural disaster, a serious accident, or the death of a loved one—there are many possible causes. It’s a type of psychological illness. You could also see it as the mind protecting itself by selectively forgetting things that are too painful."
"It has many subtypes, and it can indeed cause a loss of reality, memory gaps, and even have symptoms that aren’t obvious at first but gradually worsen over time."
"It’s possible to recover the memories through psychotherapy, medication, or transcranial magnetic stimulation."
Mia Grant glanced at her test report. It was filled with technical terms and data that she couldn’t really understand.
"Is it painful for you, not being able to remember these things?"
Mia Grant shook her head. "I’m not sure."
"But I really do want to get that part of my memory back."
"Because I want to know which part is real."
"Have you ever considered the possibility that all of it is real?"
"Both what you think is a dream and what’s happening now—that they’re both real."
Mia Grant thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "That makes sense."
Mia Grant folded the test results and casually stuffed them into her bag.
"You don’t need to be so hard on yourself."
"Just treat this as the real world and live your life well. Let the rest come naturally. You’ll remember eventually."
"You’re so young, you have a long future ahead of you. Don’t get hung up on the past."
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