Ziyi came to Ji Henian for treatment for the second time. As Ji Henian led her into her memories, she found it difficult to control her emotions several times.

She said: "I don't know what happened to her. She seemed angry and sad. I wanted to comfort her, but at that time I felt that there was nothing I could do to comfort her. She didn't want my money or my love."

"At that moment, she needed my body. I despicably wondered if this was my only chance to kidnap her. Perhaps, if I suffered a little, she would be more compassionate and show me some mercy."

When Qin Yuhuan heard these words, her heart was torn. Every word was like a sharp knife, cutting a bloody wound in her heart. She didn't know how Ziyi had survived those years, and she could only swallow all the grievances.

Subconsciously, she clearly sensed Shu Baizhu's "lack of love", but she still had to deceive herself to pretend to be happy.

Ji Henian thought that Ziyi would always have emotions similar to anger, but this time, until the end, she was strangely quiet. When she regained consciousness in the end, she just leaned on Qin Yuhuan in a daze.

After a while, Ziyi finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Ji, do you have any quick-acting sleeping pills?"

"Is the medicine Jiang Haitang prescribed for you ineffective?" Ji Henian was secretly gloating and turned around to see how she ridiculed Jiang Haitang.

"Yes, I do, but... Chinese medicine doesn't seem to work that quickly. I'm wondering if there's a sleeping pill with compatible properties. Combining Chinese and Western medicine, one can treat the symptoms while the other can address the root cause." Ziyi twitched her lips. "If this continues, I'll have a nervous breakdown. Doctor Ji, you can't just treat half of the disease."

"Excuse me, what were your feelings about reconstructing this scene? Would you mind sharing?" Ji Henian handed the medical records to Ziyi. "I need to make some notes, but rest assured, our psychology department is very secretive about patient information."

"I heard that psychologists are more likely to develop mental illnesses because they hear too much and know too much but have no way to talk." Ziyi naturally knew the "confidentiality rules" in the psychologist industry. She made a joke, wanting to prick the doctor who remained calm from beginning to end, but he remained unmoved.

"Well... I should be... a little angry." Ziyi began to recall her emotions. "No, I'm very angry, but I can't express this anger. I don't know why."

"Last time it was very painful, but this time, there was no fluctuation at all. I seemed numb."

Ziyi placed one hand on her chest and tilted her head to look at Qin Yuhuan. "Is it because I'm too good at managing my emotions?"

Qin Yuhuan: ...

"You still don't forget to brag about yourself at this time."

However, Qin Yuhuan was also happy that Ziyi was in a good state, which meant that she could start to feel jealous without any worries.

"It's hard to say," Ji Henian said. She couldn't come to a conclusion quickly; she could only offer some speculation based on her experience. "People's emotional responses are always ever-changing. What you said is possible. Considering your upbringing, you have certain expectations of yourself."

"So, Doctor Ji, what you're saying is that I'm setting too high standards for myself, to the point where it's affecting my ability to vent and release my emotions?" Ziyi's emotions were swirling. "If you put it that way... it seems..."

"Unlikely?"

Ji Henian: ...

Qin Yuhuan secretly took a photo of Ziyi, signaling her to curb her mischievous taste in teasing others.

"I have some reasons for giving this analysis. Perhaps you two could consult together," Ji Henian said, as if treating the two as allies who could discuss the case together, rather than as patients and their families. "The first point is Ziyi's family background..."

"I don't quite agree with the family background aspect," Ziyi said frankly. "I'm not that particular about respectability, Doctor Ji. You really overestimate me on this point, but I admit the latter point."

"My parents' relationship is too successful, and they give me too much love, so I try to relieve them of their worries as much as possible and help them share some of the burden."

Especially... considering that Ziyi's real age is already 35 years old, she knows better how to shoulder her own responsibilities and reduce unnecessary worries.

"As for the rest..." Ziyi frowned, then smiled bitterly. "To be honest, Doctor Ji, I've never attempted self-analysis before today. Perhaps I don't really understand myself."

"It's okay," Ji Henian smiled faintly. "You did well today. You'll need two reconstructions next week. Can you go get some medicine from the nurse over there? I happen to have some iodine on hand. I'll help Xiao Qin treat his wound."

Only then did Ziyi realize that Qin Yuhuan's hand had been scratched by her. She was filled with guilt and without thinking much about it, she ran to get medicine from the nurse.

"Doctor Ji, do you have anything to say to me?" Qin Yuhuan was very perceptive.

Ji Henian then frowned slightly, "Her patience is too high, and she is too insensitive. This is not a good sign."

At this age, Ji Henian had only seen Ziyi, the person who controlled his emotions in the reconstructed scene.

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Qin Yuhuan's heart sank. "Is her condition not responding well to treatment?"

Ji Henian sighed, "Emotions are like water; it's better to drain it than to hold it back. When water is blocked to a certain extent, even the strongest walls will collapse. Ziyi's overly strong emotional management skills are like solid walls. She was able to control her emotions in the dreams I constructed, so the scenes I constructed weren't meant to channel her emotions, but to force her to suppress them over and over again."

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