7

I cleared my mind and strolled back to the hospital, looking for the doctor.

The doctor saw me reappear and asked in surprise, "Why are you back again?"

I remained silent.

The doctor noticed something was wrong with me, walked over to me, gently pried open my eyelids, and carefully checked if I had any abnormalities.

I shook my head slightly.

The doctor thought for a moment, "Are you trying to say that there is nothing wrong with your body?"

I nodded slightly in response.

"So you don't want the other person to know your thoughts and actions?"

I nodded again to confirm.

"So what do you want to do back at the hospital? Let us help you get the stuff out of your body?"

I nodded again.

"But if they find out you're going to have surgery to remove something, won't they attack you?"

I shook my head.

I guess my sister is busy dealing with the plight of bankruptcy and trying to make me find hope in life again. As long as the user's money cannot be recovered, I am safe.

The doctor was very interested in what was in my brain and seemed quite excited when he heard that I agreed to the surgery.

He asked the nurse to call a group of doctors to consult with me and jointly determine the surgical plan. Finally, it was decided to perform the operation tomorrow morning.

Before leaving, I said to the doctor, "Doctor, I want to sleep. Please give me some sleeping pills."

The doctor was a little surprised, but quickly responded, "Have you been suffering from insomnia recently?"

"Yes, I have insomnia recently, I need a good sleep."

The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated wildly, I took it out and saw that it was indeed my sister calling. She must have found out that I bought sleeping pills, and she might have mistakenly thought that I wanted to buy sleeping pills to commit suicide.

I hung up the phone immediately and followed the nurse to the ward. I asked for some water and quickly swallowed the sleeping pills.

My phone vibrated again, and this time it was Serena calling. I answered the call because I really wanted to hear her begging me.

"Ethan, where are you? Please help Leon, please. Your sister wants him to pay double the damages, which is 100 billion..."

"How can I help? Can you call the police? Sorry, I'm a little busy now..."

I hung up the phone and fell into a deep sleep.

I will sleep well tonight, but my sister will not be able to sleep tonight. She will turn Thailand upside down to find me.

As long as I sleep deeply enough and my brain goes blank long enough, they will think I am really dead.

Tomorrow morning, the doctor will push me directly into the operating room for surgery. I hope everything goes well.

When I woke up again, the doctor congratulated me on the successful operation and said that the thing in my brain had been successfully removed.

I was lying there bored, so I started to check the trending searches on my phone. The news that I was suspected of dying in Phuket had already topped the trending searches.

Below is a video of my sister telling the media with red eyes that I had been traveling alone in Thailand and had lost contact with my family for more than 48 hours. If you see me, please contact her as soon as possible.

She attributed the reason for my traveling alone to Thailand to running away from home because I was cheated on by a scumbag woman and was in a bad mood. When I left, I had suicidal tendencies.

She said she had already taught Serena a lesson and hoped I would come home soon.

The media were very sympathetic to her, praising her as a kind-hearted sister, and pitying me for being in love. Serena's entire family was exposed, and everyone accused her of cheating. My sister hired someone to break one of her legs, and poisoned her to mute her, probably because she was afraid she would say something she shouldn't.

My sister even hired rescuers to pretend to search in the Andaman Sea. She really put on a show. Her family was barely making ends meet, yet she was still wasting money.

I touched my face. What a mistake. I should have had a facelift when I took the thing out of my head. I checked Leon 's homepage again. His posts were now full of curses.

[Humph! How can a sports student pretend to be an offensive and defensive master without practicing properly? ]

[His private life is chaotic, he is kept by a rich woman and is hooking up with my girlfriend, he is a scumbag! ]

Someone else posted a photo showing my sister picking him up from school in a Maybach.

There was also a photo of a luxury hotel, where my sister's shadow was circled in the window. Combined with the recent events in my company, everyone started to scold my sister, saying that she deserved it.

I really don’t know how angry my dad will be when he sees these public opinions. When I think about how angry they will be, I feel good, and this helps me recover faster.