depression

Mu Han subconsciously moved to the right, looking at Lu Zhizhi with horror in his eyes, resistance clearly written on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Lu Zhizhi said in a gentle tone that was almost flattering: "Hanhan, don't be like this, okay?"

Mu Han didn't respond, but stared at Lu Zhizhi with disgust. Lu Zhizhi still gently persuaded him, "Hanhan, talk to me, okay?"

Mu Han suddenly roared excitedly, "Get out! I don't want to see you, get out!"

Seeing that he was losing control of his emotions, Lu Zhizhi hurried forward and gently hugged Mu Han, patting his back tenderly while soothing him softly. Under Lu Zhizhi's comfort, Mu Han's emotions gradually stabilized. But when Mu Han's eyes swept over his right hand, as if suddenly stung, he suddenly broke free from Lu Zhizhi's embrace and said again in a cold and resolute tone: "Get out, I don't want to see you, get out!"

At this moment, the doctor walked in and said to Lu Zhizhi expressionlessly: "Sir, the patient is not in good condition recently. Please go back first."

Lu Zhizhi was "asked" to leave the ward by the doctor. Afterwards, the doctor called a psychologist to provide psychological counseling for Mu Han.

After Luo Wanghan heard the news, he immediately rushed to the hospital. He saw Mu Han sitting there blankly, his eyes empty, and his heart ached. This scene made him think of the first time he and Mu Han met.

Luo Wanghan's parents died early, and he had been cared for by his aunt. She called him "cared for," but in reality, he lived worse off than a servant in her home. Later, because his aunt wouldn't let him continue to high school after graduating from junior high, Luo Wanghan ran away from home in anger.

After leaving home, he wandered around and went to many places to look for a job, but because he was young and had no education, no one was willing to take him in.

Just when he was about to despair and thought he was about to starve to death on the streets, he met Mu Han. Mu Han was like a ray of light shining into his dark world and became an indispensable part of his life.

In this world, apart from his parents who passed away long ago, Mu Han is the best person to him. He has always respected Mu Han as his own brother. It was Mu Han who gave him hope to live.

Luo Wanghan slowly walked to Mu Han's side. Unable to hold back any longer, he burst into tears and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Han, brother, please don't be like this, okay? Brother... Brother, I beg you."

Mu Han finally reacted, looked at Luo Wanghan, and said in a helpless voice: "Xiao Wang, don't cry."

When Luo Wanghan heard Mu Han's words, he quickly wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and said gently: "Okay, I won't cry anymore. Then brother, you have to talk to me more."

Mu Han also suppressed the pain in his heart, forced a smile, and said softly: "Xiao Wang, I want to go out for a walk. Can you take me for a walk?"

When Luo Wanghan heard this, he replied nervously, "I'll go ask the doctor first." After that, he ran to find the doctor like a gust of wind.

After a while, Luo Wanghan hurried over pushing a wheelchair with a gentle smile on his face: "The doctor said you can go out, but I have to push you."

Mu Han didn't say anything. Luo Wanghan suddenly started to worry again: "How am I going to carry you up?" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately ran out. A moment later, Luo Wanghan came back with the psychiatrist. The two looked at each other, and the psychiatrist spoke first, his tone gentle: "Are you feeling better?"

Mu Han didn't respond, just looked at him quietly. Then, the psychologist walked over to Mu Han, gently picked him up, and carefully placed him in a wheelchair. Then he said to Luo Wanghan, "I'll take him out for a walk and help him with his stress."

Luo Wanghan did not raise any objections, so the psychologist slowly pushed Mu Han out of the ward.

They came to the hospital garden, and the psychiatrist pushed Mu Han for a slow walk along the path, accompanying him patiently along the way. Neither of them spoke. When they reached a chair, the psychiatrist stopped.

At this time, a little girl with a ponytail came over and came to Mu Han. She said in a sweet voice: "Brother, why are you here again? Why are you in the hospital again?"

Mu Han looked at the cute little girl, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, and reached out to touch her head gently. The little girl handed over a freshly picked flower and said, "Brother, this flower is for you. I wish you a speedy recovery. Brother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Mu Han watched the little girl skipping away, and the smile on his face became even more obvious. Seeing this, the psychologist said softly to Mu Han, "Shall we go back now?"

Mu Han looked at the psychiatrist, didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. Then the psychiatrist slowly pushed Mu Han back. Halfway through, Lu Zhizhi came towards them. Mu Han pretended not to see him, and the psychiatrist also pretended he didn't exist, walking straight ahead.

Back in the ward, the psychiatrist first pushed Mu Han to the bedside, then gently lifted him from the wheelchair and carefully placed him on the bed. Seeing this, Lu Zhizhi's face suddenly darkened, and he said to the psychiatrist indifferently, "Who told you to hold him?"

The psychiatrist ignored Lu Zhizhi and continued to tidy up Mu Han's quilt without any hurry. Seeing this, Lu Zhizhi stepped forward, took the psychiatrist's hand away from the quilt, and coldly spat out a word: "Get out!"

The psychiatrist was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "He is my patient. Isn't it normal for me to take care of him?"

Just as Lu Zhizhi was about to continue his outburst, Mu Han suddenly spoke up and said coldly, "All of you go out. I want to be alone."

Hearing this, Lu Zhizhi looked at Mu Han deeply, then strode out of the ward. The psychologist gently said to Mu Han, "If you need anything, just come to me anytime."