novelraw Chapter 424 - 213. He cupped the woman’s cheeks and kissed the cherry lips he had missed for so long.
Chapter 424 - 213. He cupped the woman’s cheeks and kissed the cherry lips he had missed for so long.
Sheng Boyan broke the silence, "Miss Yu visits my office punctually every week. She is very cooperative in every aspect, whether it’s medication or other forms of psychotherapy, she hasn’t refused. It’s just... her condition is getting worse and worse."One could say that Yu Qinglu is the most peaceful, yet also the most confounding patient he has encountered.
Each time quieter, each time more docile, yet each time harder to reach.
The medications prescribed to her, she takes as per the course, and she attends the scheduled psychological consultations, but no matter what the doctor asks, she does not answer.
It’s as if she has built an impenetrable wall, trapping herself in an empty city. Whatever is given to her, she takes, but that’s all she does, just takes it.
Occasionally, a few rays of light would slip through the window, wavering between brightness and dimness, casting on Mu Jin Huan’s face, engraving its deep contours and austere angles.
With half-lidded black eyes, his entire demeanor exuded a feeling of unfathomability, "Claimed to be the most promising psychiatrist in the country, Doctor Sheng, don’t you feel ashamed to say this?"
His voice was calm and unruffled, with no discernible special emotions.
Sheng Boyan glanced at him, his expression unchanging as he stated, "For a depression patient, if the heart is closed off and resistant, whatever a doctor does is just scratching the surface."
The meaning behind the words was not hard to understand.
During those months, Yu Qinglu’s private life was almost chaotic, having contracted unclean diseases, then forced back to An City by Mu Jin Huan’s people, a city familiar yet foreign to her.
No family, no friends.
Hiding in her room from day to night, eyes wide open to endure a long day. Her heart gradually closed off, her visage growing increasingly haggard.
Mu Jin Huan concealed the emotions in his eyes, saying lightly, "Do your best."
What Yu Qinglu wanted, whether in the past or now, he could not give her.
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From the moment Mu Qingqing woke up in the morning, she was mischievously clamoring to visit her little brother at the hospital, refusing to go to kindergarten or eat.
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a pouty face, she wouldn’t listen to anyone, holding a fairy wand in hand, muttering about making all the maids who stopped her from going out disappear.
Mr. and Mrs. Mu and Mu Jinqian were having breakfast in the dining room. She wouldn’t respond to them, huffing arrogantly, clearly implying that not seeing her brother was simply unacceptable.
Unable to do anything with this little princess spoiled by the whole family, Mu Jinqian had a few bites of breakfast and then drove her to the hospital.
The baby had already been taken out of the incubator, sharing a room with Nan Wan, not crying or fussing after a full meal, lying quietly asleep in the cradle.
As soon as the door opened, Little Qingqing lunged inside, and Mu Jinqian quickly caught his daughter, "Your brother is sleeping, be gentle. If you wake him, he’ll cry."
Mu Qingqing’s eyes lit up from the moment she got in the car. Upon hearing her father’s words, she nodded eagerly like a pecking chick.
Her chubby little hands covering her mouth, walking only on her tiptoes, she made not a single unnecessary sound.
After glancing at the baby in the cradle from afar, she moved to the bedside, keeping her small mouth tightly shut, only using her hands to gesture.
Nan Wan was amused by her antics, "You can talk, just lower your voice a bit."
Mu Qingqing’s grape-like eyes sparkled, and she whispered near the bed, "Auntie, wasn’t brother in your tummy? It’s so cold now, why did he come out?"
Her innocent words were healing.
Nan Wan gently caressed her cheek, her delicate features breaking into a soft, warm smile, "Your brother thought you must be bored all alone, so he came out to play with you."
Mu Qingqing beamed with joy, bouncing over to the cradle, keeping in mind what her father had instructed in the car.
Just look, don’t touch.
Mu Jinqian placed the breakfast he brought from home on the table, then took a neatly folded piece of paper from his suit pants pocket and handed it to Mu Jin Huan, "This is the list of names Mom and Dad thought of for the child. You two can take a look, and if there’s nothing you like, you can come up with another."
Ever since they learned of the child’s birth, the parents had been flipping through the dictionary.
Mu Jin Huan accepted it, his sharply defined features showing little emotion, always mild, "Okay."
The paper was brown, the words written with a calligraphy brush.
Mu Jinqian waved to his daughter, "Qingqing, Auntie needs to rest. I’ll take you to school."
"Oh, alright," though reluctant, Mu Qingqing obediently walked over.