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However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohong, who was sitting in front of Ye Wenyu, looked exactly like an old woman. She had dense crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, thick eye bags under her eyes, and her hair was casually tied into a ponytail. She was neither dyed nor permed. She was wearing a black coat. From a distance, she looked like an old crow without any spirit. She was not wearing makeup, not dressed up, and not speaking. The expression on her face was one of pain and weariness.

The look in his eyes was chaotic and painful; the chaotic light was frightening to look at, as if it were not the look of a normal person.

If Ye Wenyu hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that Zhang Xiaohong would turn into the old woman she is now, as if she had no will to live.

She thought to herself, no wonder Lin Tingfeng was worried about his mother's mental breakdown; Zhang Xiaohong's current state was indeed not quite normal.

The air in the carriage seemed insufficient, and Ye Wenyu dared not look at Zhang Xiaohong beside her for long, so she became more and more nervous. She was like a fish thrown ashore, having difficulty breathing.

Seeing Ye Wenyu's shocked and surprised expression, Lin Tingfeng wanted to speak, but Ye Wenyu shook her head, indicating that he should not mention the old woman's illness in front of his mother, as it would be a great shock to a mentally ill person.

Lin Tingfeng wisely fell silent. Xiaoyu's concerns were valid. If the topic of madness was brought up in front of the old man, she might have an attack before they even reached the hospital.

Although Zhang Xiaohong didn't move, she saw the flirtatious glances between her son and the girl beside him. She glanced at Ye Wenyu but remained silent.

Half an hour later, Lin Tingfeng drove to the hospital. Ye Wenyu helped Zhang Xiaohong out of the car. When Zhang Xiaohong saw the name of the hospital, she immediately became agitated. She turned around and tried to get back into the car while shouting, "Why did you bring me to a place like this? Do you think I've gone crazy again? I'm not crazy!" She pushed Ye Wenyu hard, so hard that Ye Wenyu fell to the ground. A stone pierced Ye Wenyu's palm, and blood flowed down.

Just then, a strong wind blew in. The hospital was built halfway up the mountain, and the wind was very strong. It made Zhang Xiaohong's hair and clothes look messy. Combined with her exaggerated and intense expression, she looked even more like a mental patient.

Lin Tingfeng had just parked his car and gotten out when he saw this scene. He immediately went to Ye Wenyu's side, helped her up, and saw that one of her hands was covered in blood. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, even more painful than if he were injured himself. He asked her anxiously, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

Ye Wenyu immediately shook his head.

Zhang Xiaohong ignored the two of them and walked straight to the car. Just as she was about to open the door and get in, Ye Wenyu immediately stepped forward, blocking her way like a wall, and said to Zhang Xiaohong, "Auntie, we're not here to see a doctor. There's a doctor at this hospital who's a friend of mine. We're going to chat with him. No need to register or wait in line." She tried to give Zhang Xiaohong a bright smile.

The car Zhang Xiaohong was pulling the door of stopped. Having experienced a mental breakdown, she was particularly sensitive. She hated coming to this kind of hospital because, regardless of whether she was actually sick or not, repeatedly going in and out of such a hospital would make everyone suspect she was mentally ill, and even if she wasn't, people would still call her mentally ill.

The greatest comfort she found in her later years was that she hadn't been to that horrible hospital for almost twenty years.

She became mentally ill because she couldn't handle the trauma when she was young; it was the biggest trauma of her life.

She just doesn't usually mention it in front of her son.

So when she heard Ye Wenyu say that there was no need to register or queue, her mind changed, and her anger, which had been like a volcanic eruption, miraculously disappeared.

Ye Wenyu said softly, "Tingfeng is very worried about your health. I think we should go in and talk to my friend. Tingfeng will be relieved to know you're alright. He's such a filial son, and these are extraordinary times. He's been living a very tiring and stressful life these days, worrying about work and your health. You don't want him to worry about you, do you?"

These words were so reasonable and persuasive that even Lin Tingfeng, who was standing helplessly to the side, was moved, thinking that this girl was truly meticulous.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohong looked at Lin Tingfeng, who forced a smile and nodded. When Zhang Xiaohong saw her son's gray hair, haggard eyes, and face that had turned black from exhaustion, the pain in her heart was indescribable.

She slowly withdrew her hand from the handlebars and said to Ye Wenyu, "Okay, I'll talk to your friend. I'm really not sick. Tingfeng is just worrying unnecessarily. I haven't had a relapse in over ten years. The doctors all say I'm cured. How could I possibly relapse?" She muttered to herself as she walked into the hospital with Ye Wenyu by her side.

Lin Tingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from his chest.

He glanced gratefully at Ye Wenyu's retreating figure, thinking how kind this girl was. If she hadn't come with him today, he probably wouldn't have been able to persuade his mother right now. The mother and son were on their way back in the car.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhang Xiaohong was surprisingly cooperative because of what Ye Wenyu had said. At Ye Wenyu's instruction, Lin Tingfeng went ahead to register and queue for his mother. Zhang Xiaohong saw this but pretended not to notice. Accompanied by a nurse, she underwent various examinations.

Finally, all the tests were finished, and the doctor called Zhang Xiaohong into the room for a consultation, while Lin Tingfeng and Ye Wenyu waited outside for the hospital to give them the results.

Ye Wenyu's hand was still bleeding. Lin Tingfeng couldn't bear to see it, so he went to the hospital pharmacy to buy hemostatic medicine and gauze, and bandaged her hand himself.

The two sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, one carefully bandaging the wound, the other watching the person being bandaged; time seemed to stand still.

The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, making it seem incredibly beautiful.

The setting sun shone on the hospital's white walls, turning them yellow and giving them a textured look, like high-end wallpaper. The huge fan-shaped leaves of banana trees also cast shadows on the walls of the hospital corridor.

Two magpies arrived at the crabapple tree not far away, chirping happily.

Everything was wonderful.

Ye Wenyu gazed at Lin Tingfeng, who was carefully bandaging her wounds. He was so focused on his own work that he seemed oblivious to everything around him. She couldn't help but think of her past life and this one. She thought to herself that Lin Tingfeng had actually been good to her. If, in her previous life, she had been more assertive, considered things from his perspective, and shown him more understanding and patience, perhaps the outcome would have been completely different.

Often, life is a series of misunderstandings, small misunderstandings accumulating into big misunderstandings, and then missing out completely.