Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan returned to the department half an hour later.

A colleague passing by called her "Manager Fu", and she answered hastily and returned to the office.

Sitting on the office chair, she looked at herself in the small mirror on the table, her eyes were red, and she looked like she had cried.

It's not that he was crying, he was just made to cry by Huo Minzheng in the car.

The old bungalow is very close to Fang Xin, less than two kilometers away. It only takes Fu Yan three minutes to drive back.

Before going out this morning, Song Qingshuang told her to go back for lunch at noon. She used the excuse that she had important documents to rush and would deal with them in the company at noon.

But at noon, Mrs. Lan called her and said that Song Qingshuang was vomiting in the bathroom. She looked at the time and saw that she was leaving get off work in five minutes. She packed her things and left the company in a hurry.

When they returned to the old bungalow, Mrs. Lan was helping Song Qingshuang out.

Song Qingshuang's face was pale, as if she was exhausted, and her whole body was leaning on Mrs. Lan.

"Why is it so serious?" Fu Yan put down his bag, walked over quickly, and helped Song Qingshuang sit on the sofa with Mrs. Lan.

Sister-in-law Lan said, "I'll go get Sister Song a glass of water."

"Mom, how do you feel?" Fu Yan took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth.

However, Song Qingshuang turned her head and avoided her hand.

Fu Yan's hand paused.

Song Qingshuang leaned on the back of the sofa and stared at a French plane tree outside the window in a daze. Maybe it couldn't be called a daze. Her eyes were dull and unfocused.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Lan poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table, looking at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stood up and followed Mrs. Lan.

Mrs. Lan glanced back at the living room. Song Qingshuang did not look over here, so she lowered her voice and said, "Miss Fu, you got into Mr. Huo's car in the company's underground garage this morning, and someone took a picture and posted it online. Although the hot search was quickly removed, Sister Song still saw it."

It turned out to be this.

Fu Yan looked back at Song Qingshuang with complicated emotions.

She knew that depressed patients would vomit.

Her colleagues told her that she and Huo Mingzheng were on trending searches.

Mrs. Lan blamed herself: "It's also my fault. I saw her staying in the yard all the time, so I turned on the TV and asked her to go back to the house and watch TV series to relieve her boredom. Who would have thought..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Lan. I'll take her to the hospital in the afternoon. You can go and do your work. I'll be fine here."

Fu Yan returned to Song Qingshuang and took out a piece of paper to wipe her face again, but Song Qingshuang avoided it again.

"I will take you to the hospital in the afternoon. There is a very powerful doctor in Qin Heng's hospital who will give you a look."

Song Qingshuang said expressionlessly: "With a daughter who is worried, no matter how good the doctor is, I can't treat my disease well."

This "not worry" made Fu Yan's suppressed anger in the morning come out again, but when she saw Song Qingshuang's unhappy expression, she didn't say anything, got up and left the living room, and went to the kitchen to help Mrs. Lan.

"Sister Song didn't eat breakfast either. I cleaned the bathroom in her room today and saw a lot of hair on the floor. Her condition is indeed a bit bad."

Fu Yan nodded silently.

During hospital working hours in the afternoon, she accompanied Song Qingshuang to the hospital.

Qin Heng had already arranged the doctor's consultation room. Fu Yan helped Song Qingshuang pass the door and glanced at the doctor's message.

Dr. Allen.

Huo Mingzheng said that this doctor was a friend of Qin Heng's cousin, the head of the Yu family in Yanjing City, and a friend of Yu Wenzhou.

He is an internationally renowned psychiatrist.

But he has specialization in the art industry, so he can't be of much help with Huo Mingzheng's problem.

"Why is he a foreigner?" Song Qingshuang also saw the doctor's photo.

"There are many foreign doctors in Qin Heng's hospital. It's not surprising." Fu Yan helped her and knocked on the door of the consulting room.

He was a blond, blue-eyed man who didn't look very old, probably in his thirties.

"Dr. Allen, this is Fu Yan who has made an appointment with you." Fu Yan walked in and introduced himself.

Fu Yan.

I heard the name Allen from Qin Heng, who was Huo Mingzheng's fiancée.

He remembered Qin Heng's words and couldn't be too friendly, so he had to show a professional smile and said, "Hello, Miss Fu, is this your mother?"

Song Qingshuang was a little repelled and hesitated for a few moments before sitting down.

Allen first conducted a simple interview with Song Qingshuang. During the conversation, Song Qingshuang was made very relaxed by the atmosphere he created.

"Did you bring the medicine?" Allen asked.

Fu Yan took out Song Qingshuang's usual medicine from his bag and said, "Take it with me."

Allen took the medicine bottle, glanced at the words on the label, and knew what was going on.

"This is a very common medicine." He returned the medicine, but accidentally knocked over the folder on the table.

"Oh, sorry."

Allen bent down to pick up the folder, and then returned the medicine bottle to Fu Yan.

"You go out first, and I'll have a few words with your mother alone."

Fu Yan glanced at Song Qingshuang, nodded, and walked out of the consulting room.

After the door closed, Allen said to Song Qingshuang: "Have you felt particularly uncomfortable recently?"

"very tired."

"Apart from being tired? I am a professional doctor. You can have a good chat with me, just like chatting."

Song Qingshuang pondered for a few seconds, "My temper is much worse than before. I used to not be a person who liked to criticize others. I know this is not good, but I can't help it. Doctor, I heard that people with this disease are particularly painful. I will do it now." I feel extremely painful.”

Allen flipped through the folder at hand, "Sometimes the source of pain is yourself. Trying to reconcile with painful things is the best way. I look at your information and I see that you are almost fifty years old."

Song Qingshuang nodded.

Allen smiled and said, "There is a saying in China that you know your destiny at fifty. My Chinese is very average, so I don't know if I understand it correctly. People of your age should be able to see through many things and follow nature. Of course you can't do it, you can It's just that you are sick. Being sick is not scary. What is scary is that you are holding on to the past."

"Am I holding on to the past?" Song Qingshuang murmured.

Allen stood up and said as he walked: "I know you are tired and it is hard to be sick. You have worked hard, but you still have to treat the people around you well. Your daughter doesn't look relaxed either."

With that said, he opened the door of the consulting room and said to Yan, "Let's come here first today."

After watching Fu Yan and his daughter leave the consulting room, he stood up and walked to the elevator, pressed the elevator button, and went to Qin Heng's office.

He knocked on the door and went in. Qin Heng was talking to someone on the phone in a low and condescending manner.

As soon as he saw Allen, he said he had something to do and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" He looked at Allen calmly.

Allen raised his eyebrows, walked over, and handed him the two pills wrapped in tissue, "This is the medicine Fu Yan's mother took. Let's take it for a test."