Zhou Rui's cheeks flushed even more as He Muchen held his hand. Looking at his back and then at his hand being held, he thought excitedly: Ah! I don't need to wash my hands after using the toilet today. No, not today, but I don't need to wash them from now on.

He Muchen led him to the psychiatric ward first, because there were too many people in the surgery department and not too many in the psychiatric ward. Fortunately, his childhood friend was a psychiatrist, so he was sure he could fix his head. He was slapping himself in the face and slapping his own mouth for no reason.

He Muchen felt that Zhou Rui was just a little mentally unstable, because he spoke normally in other ways, but he would have inexplicable self-harming behavior. He Muchen believed that he was still young and could definitely be cured.

Looking at Zhou Rui, He Muchen sighed inwardly: "What a beautiful person, but with a bad head. It's a pity not to treat him. If I really don't have the money, I will spend the money to treat him and I will definitely cure him."

Zhou Rui was pulled into the psychiatric ward and sat in front of the doctor. He Muchen pressed on his shoulders and said gently to him:

"Don't worry, this doctor is my childhood friend. Don't be nervous, he'll definitely be able to cure you."

Zhou Rui looked at the doctor sitting opposite him with a puzzled expression. The doctor's name tag read: Psychiatric Specialist - Li Minglin

Zhou Rui stared wide-eyed at He Muchen: He really misunderstood, thinking that she was mentally ill and that's why he brought her to see a doctor. Now, in her husband's mind, she is definitely a mentally ill person.

Li Minglin looked at the adorable Zhou Rui, then glanced at He Muchen, and smiled: When has this young master of the He family ever cared about anyone else? Could it be that he's taken a liking to someone?

He Muchen, seeing Li Minglin staring intently at Zhou Rui, almost as if he were sticking his eyes into Zhou Rui's face, said sarcastically:

"Li Ergou, hurry up and take a look at him, we have other things to do later."

Li Ergou's bark amused the nurse next to him, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud and could only suppress her laughter.

Li Minglin cursed, "Young Master He, this is a hospital. Please be mindful of the occasion. Don't call me by my nickname. Don't I have any dignity?"

“You know this is a hospital, and you’re a doctor. The patient is sitting right in front of you, and you’re not treating him? You’re practically glued to his body. Is that how you behave? I’ll file a complaint against you. Hurry up and treat him.”

He Muchen said anxiously, because he felt that neurological problems should be treated as soon as possible.

Li Minglin coughed lightly and asked seriously, "What's your name? How old are you? Where do you live?"

Zhou Rui's head immediately filled with black lines. Is this the kind of question a doctor should ask during a consultation?

She then turned to He Muchen and whispered, "Honey, is this friend of yours really reliable? Did he graduate from a professional school or did his family buy his diploma?"

Zhou Rui casually called him "husband" again, and he didn't notice. Although it was very soft, Li Minglin and the nurse next to him were stunned and looked at them.

He Muchen smiled and responded to him without any hesitation: "He graduated from a professional medical university and has a doctorate. Don't worry about that. He didn't get his degree through his own efforts. He can definitely cure you."

"But I'm not sick," Zhou Rui said helplessly.

Li Minglin pulled He Muchen outside to talk, and asked him, "Who is this person inside? Why is he calling you 'husband' and you actually responding? Do you really think of yourself as someone else's husband?"

"Isn't it because your head isn't working well? I brought it over for you to see, to see if it can be cured."

"Cure? What do you want to do? When did our young master He become so kind and caring towards the vulnerable?"

"Get lost~ This is none of your business. Just focus on healing him. You don't need to worry about anything else."

He Muchen was reminding Li Minglin not to make a move on Zhou Rui, saying that he was the one who had his eye on him first and that Zhou Rui was mine.

"Pshaw, but I think he's fine except for calling you 'husband.' He can argue with people, he's not stupid, and he's quick-witted."

"Then why would he slap himself in the face and mouth?"

Li Minglin looked at him with suspicion: "Under what circumstances did he slap himself and his mouth? Tell me in detail, it will be of great help to his condition."

"At the meeting today, when he saw me calling him 'husband' properly, he excitedly asked the person next to him what year it was, and even asked the person to slap him. Then he slapped himself."

"According to what you're saying, it sounds like he's a time traveler from a TV drama. Could he be someone from the future who traveled here?" Li Minglin asked in surprise.

"I think you've watched too many time-travel dramas and it's ruined your brain."

He Muchen looked at him coldly, still more concerned about whether he could keep an eye on Zhou Rui's mind.

"You can't just say whatever you want, why are you resorting to personal attacks? Are you not going to teach that brat a lesson?" Li Minglin said unhappily.

That's his only little hobby: watching romantic dramas. He's too busy to date himself, so watching other people's love stories on TV is a good way to have some fun, right? But then he gets criticized for it, and so do the people around him.

"If you don't get treatment, I'll file a complaint against you. You can decide what to do."

"Fine, you're God, I'll obey and heal him," Li Minglin said helplessly.

He Muchen said coldly, "If you're going to obey, then go in obediently, get proper treatment, and don't ask any irrelevant questions."

Li Minglin sighed and muttered under his breath, "He acts like she's your little wife inside, so worried about him."

"What are you muttering about?" He Muchen said impatiently.

"It's nothing, young master." He Muchen said impatiently, pushing Li Minglin away.

Li Minglin entered with a smile and said to Zhou Rui, "Young man, hello. My name is Li Minglin. I'm Lao He's childhood friend. I'll definitely cure your illness."

Zhou Rui looked Li Minglin up and down, thinking to herself: Considering he's my husband's childhood friend, I'll let it go and not argue with him. I'll just pretend I'm crazy.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Rui, and I'm Mr. He Muchen's assistant." Zhou Rui smiled at him.

Li Minglin was stunned by his smile. How could someone have such a beautiful smile, especially a man? He was so adorable! It was a pity he wasn't very bright, but he was determined to find a way to cure him.

"Honey, no, oops, He Muchen, are you sure your childhood friend, this doctor, is reliable? I think he needs to get his head checked first."

Zhou Rui whispered to He Muchen, because in their eyes, Li Minglin was looking at Zhou Rui like a lovesick fool.

He Muchen felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw Li Minglin staring intently at Zhou Rui. With a dark expression, he pulled Zhou Rui out of the room and said, "Let's go to another hospital."

Zhou Rui was led out of the psychiatric ward by He Muchen's hand. Zhou Rui was completely immersed in the state of being led by He Muchen's hand and could not extricate herself. She didn't care what he thought of her. If her husband said she was mentally ill, then she was mentally ill.