[Korean Entertainment] When I Have a Son

Before Yang Si could answer, Quan Zhilong snatched it over and said, "I've eaten it long ago, but if you are good at cooking, Sisi and I can have a taste of it."

What you said is really shameless.

Yang Si didn't even look at him, he glanced at Bai Yunchang guiltily, and felt deeply ashamed because of Quan Zhilong.

The emotion on Bai Yunchang's face did not change a lot. Knowing that Quan Zhilong was joking, he rolled up his sleeves and said generously: "Okay, it's just a matter of toasting a few more slices of toast, you all have a taste of my cooking."

"That's a good point." Quan Zhilong raised his thumb high, "If it's delicious, I'll help you promote it to Nuna." After saying this, he himself felt it was funny, and bent over laughing alone on the sofa.

Bai Yunchang put on an apron, smiled happily and took a bag of toast bread from the refrigerator, and took a few eggs to the kitchen.

The kitchen is an open kitchen, and it can be seen clearly from the living room. Yang Si and Quan Zhilong were sitting on the sofa and saw his movements.

The kitchen utensils in Bai Yunchang's house are neatly arranged, but they are not the kind that look good without taking them apart.It can be seen that the host is very strict with kitchen utensils.

Thinking about it, after all, Bai Yunchang's career is related to medicine, so he naturally inherited this kind of behavior pattern.And this habit continues at home.

After Bai Yunchang put the toast into the toaster to toast for a while, and boiled another pot of milk, Yang Si just heard the rustling outside the door, and before she could react, the door was blocked by Push it away from the outside.

The person who came in was a blond-haired old man who looked lean and might as well give way more than the average young man.

If I hadn't seen his slack face and the back of his hands from the front, I wouldn't have reacted immediately.

Of course, this is also due to their preconceptions.

The old man came over, with a hooked nose, and a gentle look in his gray-blue eyes, telling him all the time that he was a wise old man.

Quan Zhilong hurriedly pulled Yang Si up, bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Wilson."

Yang Si also bent down.

When Bai Yunchang heard the movement, he turned around and shouted to the old man, "Teacher, you are back, and you have to wait for breakfast before you get ready."

The old man first nodded to Bai Yunchang as a response, and then said to Quan Zhilong: "Mr. Quan, it's nice to see you again, this is your wife, right?"

Although you asked him back at the end, the way you stared at Yang Si seemed to have confirmed her identity.

Quan Zhilong smiled and said yes, then held Yang Si's hand and said to her: "This time, I really trouble you to fly all the way here..."

The old man needs to press his hand down, "Sit down, sit down, let's sit down and talk." He sat down on the sofa opposite Yang Si and the others, and said with a smile on his face: "It just so happens that after the completion of the project during this period, When the time comes, I..."

The old man looked at Yang Si and met her eyes. Yang Si was taken aback, and then he heard the old man say to Quan Zhilong, "I'm very interested in your wife's case, and it's the first time in so many years. This kind of spontaneous amnesia is used to treat depression, of course, fortunately, your wife's depression is not caused by lesions." Depression caused by lesions does not care whether you have amnesia or not, it will kill you all the same.

But Quan Zhilong also knew that he only came here for Bai Yunchang's face, but he didn't say much, but nodded with a look of rejoicing, "What you said is that I hope you can help my wife this time Once diagnosed, I hope to get a definitive answer."

The old man nodded with a smile, but was interrupted by Bai Yunchang just to speak.At this time, Bai Yunchang just finished frying the eggs, and put knives and forks on each plate, as well as small sandwiches, and put them on the table and set them up.

"Teacher, Zhilong, breakfast is ready, let's eat first, and we'll talk after we finish."

Quan Zhilong readily accepted, and the old man also nodded to Bai Yunchang, obviously agreeing to the request.

Quan Zhilong took Yang Si's hand, got up and followed the old man towards the dining table. The old man sat on the chair that Bai Yunchang opened for him, and took the white paper bib that Bai Yunchang had unfolded and pinned it under his collar.

Quan Zhilong and Yang Si sat down, and then saw Bai Yunchang put the milk on their right hand.

Yang Si found another interesting point, the direction of Bai Yunchang's knives and forks and the place where the knife edges are facing each other are roughly the same. Thinking of this, she found that even the triangle on the dinner plate is facing the sandwich, and the obtuse angle is also facing upwards.

This is really a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, the house is meticulously clean, and when she smells the smell of disinfectant on the tablecloth, she really doesn't realize that Bai Yunchang is a cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive person.

If Bai Yunchang knew that Yang Si thought so in his heart, he would raise his hands and cry for injustice. It is not him who has cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but his teacher.

Thinking that Quan Zhilong's family snatched his car and ran out to be happy and unrestrained, but he stayed at home and cleaned and disinfected the house so hard these days, fearing that the teacher would scold him when he came over.The last time he came here, he forgot about the teacher's stink and was severely scolded. This time, he was naturally smug, so he cleaned the house first.

As for arranging breakfast, it is also the teacher's dining habit. It is said that such a sandwich will make the teacher have a good appetite. As for whether it is true or not, no one has yet confirmed it.

Anyway, he won't take the blame.

A group of people moved to the study after breakfast. The study of Bai Yunchang's family was very simple, with bookshelves on all sides, and there were densely packed books on it. Yang Si could see several languages.

Yang Si even read basic Chinese books, one of which was "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Straw mats are spread from the middle of the study to the bottom of the bookshelf. In the middle of the straw mats is a log desk, which is less than the height of an adult's knee. There are several round cushions woven like straw mats beside the desk.

Bai Yunchang's teacher took off his shoes first, stepped on the mat and walked towards the desk with his feet covered in white socks.

Quan Zhilong motioned Yang Si to hold on to the door frame, and he squatted down to help her take off her shoes. Yang Si stepped on the mat and felt that the ground was not so cold. He went to the desk and sat down on the cushion with his knees bent.

The door was closed with a click, and the air conditioner in the room was turned on by the teacher with a remote control. The temperature rose quickly, and there were only three of them left in the study for a while.

Bai Yunchang made a pot of coffee and knocked on the door to bring it in, but after putting it on the table, Yang Sicai found that one of the cups contained boiled water, she knew it must be for her.

Bai Yunchang didn't leave after delivering the coffee, he pulled a cushion and sat down beside him, obviously intending to listen in, but no one else paid attention to him.

Bai Yunchang, the teacher, didn't ask her how she was feeling or what was uncomfortable before, but talked with Yang Si a lot like chatting.

This is a very confidant elder, Yang Si unknowingly uttered a lot of words, some things Quan Zhilong knew, some things he didn't know, and some things Yang Si didn't even notice.

After chatting about Yang Si himself, he had nothing to do with himself, but drew out Quan Zhilong's tears instead. After Bai Yunchang found out, he pulled his clothes aside, asking him to pay attention to his image.

After talking a lot, Yang Si felt much more comfortable, as if dumping out the garbage in his heart.

During this period, the teacher just listened, occasionally mentioning without any trace, letting Yang Si say what he wanted to know.

After speaking, the teacher smiled and took a piece of paper from the side. Some questions were printed on the paper, which needed to be ticked off just like a questionnaire.Then put it in front of Yang Si and let her do it.

"I didn't bring a pen..." Yang Si said shyly to the teacher.

Bai Yunchang at the side immediately got up, "Wait, I'll get it." He went to the bookshelf and picked up his pen.

Soon he found a black fountain pen and handed it to Yang Si.

"Let's go out first and leave room for Mrs. Quan to make her serious choice." Teacher Wilson said directly to Bai Yunchang and Quan Zhilong.

So the three got up and left the study, put on their shoes and walked to the sofa in the living room.

"According to the current situation, Mrs. Quan has no psychological problems. She looks really cheerful. Even if she is depressed, the violent symptoms are all caused by pregnancy. To be honest, if you didn't repeatedly say that she sent Depression, I really can't see it." Teacher Wilson said to the two.

Quan Zhilong frowned, and asked: "But the medical records checked before did say that her depression has relapsed symptoms."

"No, Mr. Quan may not have heard me clearly. I'm not questioning the medical record. I just want to know why you didn't take Mrs. Quan to a special neurology department for a checkup?"

Why?Of course, I can't afford to lose this face. If the famous Quan Zhilong who has been misunderstood by others has a wife with a mental illness, this stain will never be washed away for a lifetime.

This is the most obscure thought in Quan Zhilong's heart.

In fact, after the medical records were translated into Korean, he could take Yang Si to a regular hospital for examination, but he never took any action, so he cast his net everywhere hoping to find a real expert to treat Yang Si.

Quan Zhilong couldn't face the teacher Bai Yunchang's penetrating gaze for a while, he felt that he had seen through the despicable qualities in his heart.

"Excuse me, the questionnaire my wife took is..." Quan Zhilong mustered up the courage to look at the teacher.

"That's a questionnaire test, testing whether there is a tendency to depression, and the degree of depression." Teacher Wilson nodded. Fortunately, he is still a good husband and did not disappoint him.

Quan Zhilong breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly fell silent, only the ticking of the hands of the clock on the wall could be heard.

Click, click, slower than the sound of a heartbeat.

The second hand passed by an unknown number of times, and when the minute hand skipped one, two... five... ten minutes, the door of the study finally moved.

Yang Si opened the door, took the questionnaire in her hand, put on her shoes and said, "I'm fine." She smiled, as if she wasn't affected by the fact that she was alone in the study just now.

Seeing her, Quan Zhilong got up immediately, Yang Si put on his shoes, pulled up the heels of his shoes, and walked towards the sofa.

She handed the questionnaire to the teacher.

The teacher took it over, looking from top to bottom, Quan Zhilong pulled Yang Si to sit down together, and then he nervously waited for the teacher's final verdict.