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Wen Jing cleared his throat and began to explain to him one by one: "First of all, judging from the test data and your performance, you have moderate schizophrenia tendencies. This means that under certain situations and pressures, you may show completely different or even conflicting personality traits and behavior patterns."

Xie Xuan'an's eyes widened, his lips trembling, and he muttered to himself: "How could it be..."

Wen Jing continued, "Secondly, you also have moderate emotional disorder. This causes you to have significant difficulties in perceiving, understanding, and expressing emotions, resulting in you being unable to naturally generate and express normal emotional responses like most people when facing important interpersonal relationships and life events."

Xie Xuan'an's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"In addition, you also have signs of mild mania. This may cause you to have difficulty in effectively controlling your emotions and behaviors when you are emotionally excited or strongly stimulated, and show excessive excitement, impulsiveness, and even aggressiveness." Wen Jing's voice was steady and calm, but every word was like a sharp sword piercing Xie Xuan'an's heart.

Xie Xuan'an's breathing became rapid and his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"At the same time, moderate depressive symptoms are also affecting your mental state. You may often feel helpless and desperate, and lose interest and motivation in life." Wen Jing's eyes never left Xie Xuan'an, observing his every subtle reaction.

Xie Xuan'an's eyes became empty and lifeless, as if his soul had left his body.

"Also, the test found that you have mild symptoms of mental illness and have a strong rejection of the homosexual community. In addition, through genetic testing and psychological analysis, we found that you may have a potential gene for violence and suspected antisocial personality traits."

Xie Xuan'an's body completely collapsed on the chair, tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

Seeing him in such pain and despair, Wen Jing spoke in a gentler but firmer tone: "Mr. Xie, I know this is too much for you, but please believe that this is not the end of the world. These diagnostic results are just the first step for us to understand your inner condition. You must pay attention to your mental health and pay attention to your mood and behavioral changes. If you have any dangerous thoughts or impulses, be sure to seek professional help as soon as possible."

Xie Xuan nodded mechanically and said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Wen, I... I don't know what to do..."

After walking out of Wen Jing's psychology room, Xie Xuan felt that the whole world had become unreal. Every word of the diagnosis was like a heavy shackle, tightly binding his mind.

He wandered the streets like a zombie, the bustling crowds and noisy sounds around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. His eyes were empty, his thoughts were confused, and he kept thinking about every word Wen Jing said.

Xie Xuanan began to carefully recall every detail of his past life. He recalled his almost harsh cleanliness of the surrounding environment, his instinctive high vigilance towards strangers, and his sudden and uncontrollable temper when facing conflicts. These were once considered manifestations of his unique personality, but now, in the light of the diagnosis results, they all seem to have reasonable explanations.

At the same time, he had to face up to his deep-rooted rejection of the homosexual community, as well as his indifference and ruthlessness in certain situations. He began to reflect on whether these were just the external manifestations of the hidden problems deep in his heart.

However, Xie Xuan'an's high IQ made him realize that he could not be defeated by these diseases so easily. Although the road ahead was full of unknown challenges and difficulties, he secretly vowed in his heart that he must bravely face his problems and find a way to get rid of them.

He contacted Wen Jing again, hoping to jointly develop a detailed and effective treatment and self-adjustment plan.

When he stepped into the psychology room again, Wen Jing had prepared a series of professional and comprehensive suggestions and plans.

"First of all, we need to establish a regular psychological counseling mechanism to help you learn to control and regulate your emotions and better understand your true inner needs through in-depth communication and professional guidance. At the same time, depending on your situation, you may need appropriate medication to relieve symptoms." Wen Jing said, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

Xie Xuan'an listened carefully, nodded from time to time to show his agreement, and a spark of hope gradually ignited in his eyes.

"In addition, you should actively participate in some beneficial social activities, try to understand and accept different people and perspectives, and broaden your horizons and way of thinking. You should also pay special attention to maintaining good living habits, including adequate sleep, a proper diet, and moderate exercise, which are all important auxiliary to your psychological recovery."

Xie Xuanan took a deep breath and said firmly: "Doctor Wen, I will do my best to cooperate with the treatment."

In the following days, Xie Xuanan began a long and arduous journey of self-salvation according to the plan he had made. He worked hard to overcome his mysophobia and tried to actively establish sincere and deep connections with others.

The university is on winter break.

Xie Xuan'an sat in the corner of the dim room like a wooden sculpture. The mottled sunlight outside the window struggled to filter through the gaps in the thick curtains and sprinkled sparingly on his indifferent face.

Thinking back to his indifference as if he were an outsider when his mother was seriously ill, his heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of poisonous insects.

At this moment, his brother Xie Ran's eyes full of disappointment and anger kept appearing in his mind, stinging his soul. Because of his indifference, the close relationship between the brothers was like a broken mirror, difficult to restore.

Xie Xuanan looked at the broken mirror on the wall. His eyes were blank and his hair was messy, like a ghost abandoned by the world. "I can't go on like this!" He bit his lip and swore secretly.

Xie Xuan'an made up his mind and decided to start by changing himself. The next morning, before dawn, he hurriedly put on his slightly old sportswear and went out.

When he arrived at the park, the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. He took a deep breath and began to jog. Sweat poured down his forehead and soaked the clothes on his back, but his steps became more and more firm and powerful.

After a while, the tall and muscular Su Yi ran over with vigorous steps. He had a shaved head, and the sun shone on his resolute face. When he saw Xie Xuan'an, he shouted cheerfully: "Xuan, it's so early!" Xie Xuan'an nodded slightly, forced a smile at the corner of his mouth, and ran side by side with Su Yi.

They chatted while running, and Su Yi's voice was loud and powerful, like the sound of a war drum. Occasionally, the muscular Yi Shou would join their morning jogging team. The three of them felt the freshness and vitality of the morning while running, encouraging and supporting each other.

As the days passed, Xie Xuan'an not only became stronger physically, but also gradually became tougher in his heart. However, every time he lay in bed late at night, his mind always appeared his brother's cold face, which made him realize that if he wanted to really win his brother's heart, he still needed to make more efforts.

So he began to inquire more carefully about his brother's preferences and daily whereabouts. He secretly asked his brother's friends and carefully observed every update on his brother's social media accounts, not missing any possible clues.

Once, he found his younger brother mentioned a long-awaited movie in his circle of friends. Xie Xuanan immediately bought the movie tickets and invited his younger brother to watch it with great expectation. However, Xie Ran glanced at him, crossed his arms, and said with disdain: "Huh, who wants to go with you!" Then he turned and left, leaving Xie Xuanan alone, feeling lost. But he was not discouraged.

He continued to look for opportunities and tried various methods, hoping to break the thick ice wall between him and his brother.

After much inquiry, Xie Xuanan learned that his younger brother Xie Ran had recently developed a strong interest in photography. He went to various major bookstores and carefully selected a precious book on photography techniques, which he carefully wrapped with a colorful ribbon and prepared to give to Xie Ran.