Song Yu Bai Li's Late Thoughts

Ward Medical Center.

Li Wanyi actually still has some resistance to the treatment of mental illness.

So she asked Wu Xitong to accompany her on the way.

When Wu Xitong heard about Su Jinan's experience, he was very happy.

"Yibao, Jasper is right. I also think that your disease should be treated as soon as possible. Every time I see you looking like you want to cry but can't, I feel so heartbroken for you."

"Zhizhizhi, let's go." Li Wanyi opened the door and got out of the car. She nagged him all the way. He just wanted to clean up for a while.

Wu Xitong naturally took her arm and said, "I will be by your side later. Don't be afraid. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Li Wanyi smiled, "Okay."

"Don't your family know about your illness?"

"I didn't tell him. Let's see if this thing is cured first. Maybe it will heal quickly?"

Wu Xitong turned his head and looked at her, "Are you afraid that he will worry? Are you already so in love?"

Li Wanyi smiled but said nothing.

Before entering the consultation room, she was still a little nervous. When she was nervous, she liked to purse her lips, and there was not much lipstick left on her lips.

This inadvertent little movement was caught by Wu Xitong, "Yibao, don't be afraid, I'm always here."

Li Wanyi said 'hmm' and then knocked on the door. After receiving the answer, he pushed the door open and entered.

Sitting on the desk in the clinic was a man of about thirty years old. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, was elegant, his eyebrows were half-covered by his thin forehead hair, and his eyes were deep.

Li Wanyi thought to herself, this must be the Ding Zhuo mentioned in Jasper's text message.

She took the initiative to say hello and raised her lips, "Hello, Dr. Ding."

Ding Zhuo raised his eyes and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Hello, Miss Li. Please sit down with your friend."

After the two of them sat down, Ding Zhuo said, "Miss Li, Jasper and I are friends. He has already told me about your illness. Let me tell you briefly about the condition."

Li Wanyi's expression remained unchanged, "Please tell me."

Ding Zhuo said, "Your inability to cry is actually a manifestation of depression. The scientific name is 'compulsive non-crying disorder'. This condition is actually related to the mental depression, low mood, inhibition and isolation that depression manifests. The symptoms are pretty much the same.”

Li Wanyi's hand under the table tightened unconsciously.

Wu Xitong covered hers with his hand and gave her an encouraging look.

Ding Zhuo continued, "When you face great trauma or negative emotions, you will be unable to cry or even express Zi's emotions, which will cause depression and pain deep inside."

Wu Xitong's eyes were slightly stern, "Then is there any way to treat it?"

Ding Zhuo said, "Generally, drug treatment and psychological treatment can be taken. If you want to fundamentally cure it, it is best to choose the latter."

Li Wanyi lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

Ding Zhuo spent more than ten minutes doing preliminary ideological work for her.

Twenty minutes later, Li Wanyi lay on the chair with his eyes closed.

Ding Zhuo closed the curtains and dimmed the indoor lights.

"Miss Li, please take a deep breath, relax, and imagine that you are a cloud..."

After Li Wanyi's body completely relaxed, Ding Zhuo asked her several questions in succession.

For example, who are you?

What is something you really enjoy doing?

Are you loved?

The process went smoothly, and Li Wanyi's state was always sober and fuzzy.

Until Ding Zhuo asked, "What is your mission in life?"

Li Wanyi's brows furrowed and his expression became solemn.

Even his face began to turn pale, and his lips, which had already taken off their lipstick, looked haggard, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wu Xitong's heart tightened and she wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Ding Zhuo.

Ding Zhuo shook his head and mouthed, "Please do not interfere."

Slowly, Li Wanyi seemed to have returned to four years ago, and his whole body began to tremble on the recliner.

The sound of the cannon sounded, and the ground beneath our feet shook. The roar came close to the ground. The thunderous sound was mixed with miserable cries. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the thick smoke was floating in the air.

The blown limbs fell straight to Li Wanyi's feet, and the flesh and skin flying from the air fell on her helmet...

Before he could recover, a black soldier who had thrown off his helmet and armor staggered over and ran away. His body was covered in blood from the explosion, and blood was flowing from the wounds on his body.

The endless battlefield is like purgatory on earth.

What is her mission?

She longs for world peace so much.

The story is not over yet.

At the end, a man with a stunning Asian face was shot right between the eyebrows.

Xiaobai...Xiaobai...

The monitoring room at Ward Central Hospital.

Song Yubai was sitting in front of the screen, and his cold jawline seemed to scream deathly cold anger.

The dean himself stood aside, his palms sweaty.

Song Yubai asked coldly, "Are you sure there is no problem with this treatment? Why is my wife in such pain?"

The dean explained quite proudly, "Don't worry, Dr. Ding Zhuo is a talent our hospital has spent a lot of money to hire, and he is also an internationally renowned psychology expert. If he can't cure your wife, it's probably difficult for other doctors to cure your wife." good."

Song Yubai raised his molars and said leisurely, "It's best this way."

The dean expressed relief, "Master Jiu, I can understand your worry about your wife's condition, but this is a process that your wife must go through. I believe she can overcome it."

At this time, the blood in Li Wanyi's whole body was surging, until his whole body twitched, his body was overwhelmed, and he even had convulsions.

She curled up on the lounge chair like a shrimp.

Song Yubai clenched his hands into fists and said through gritted teeth, "Get over it!"

After saying that, he stood up from his seat and ran out in a hurry.

In the diagnosis and treatment room, Wu Xitong's eyes turned red and tears flowed down her face. She covered her mouth with her hands and tried not to make a sound.

At this time, the phone in her hand vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Xu Jingyang.

Xu Jingyang: What is my little sweetheart doing?

Wu Xitong felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't want to reply to him, but various emoticons were sent one after another, and the phone vibrated over and over again.

Wu Xitong was extremely annoyed and replied: Get lost.

Xu Jingyang was dumbfounded on the spot:?

Ding Zhuo asked over and over again, "What did you see? Tell me and I will help you."

Veins popped up on Li Wanyi's smooth forehead, his eyes widened unconsciously, and his consciousness gradually returned.

She was breathing heavily, everything just happened was more real than a dream, as if it was right before her eyes.

Wu Xitong cried with snot and tears. He rushed over to hug her and called her name over and over again.

"Yibao."

\"Yibao.\"

"Don't be afraid, we won't cure you."

"Yibao, it's okay, it's okay."

At this moment, Song Yubai, who had climbed sixteen floors, was standing outside the door panting. He happened to hear what Wu Xitong said, and his hand that was about to push the door in stopped in mid-air.