"Which hospital should I go to?" he asked.

Sun Yichuan said, "This Saturday morning, let's go to a psychiatric hospital for a checkup."

Qiu Yang said, "No, I can go by myself."

"One more person means one more solution. I can't go hiking or play football on the weekends anyway."

That was settled. On the way back to the dormitory, Qiu Yang asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"

Sun Yichuan just said two words, "Break up."

The two began their journey to seek medical treatment, from psychiatry to reproductive medicine, and then to psychology, and went to almost all hospitals in London and several surrounding cities.

After nearly a year, Qiu Yang's illness was still not cured.

The two of them are about to enter the second semester of their senior year and face graduation, and all the tasks are very heavy.

Qiu Yang decided to give up treatment for the time being. "All the doctors said that this disease can't be cured in a short time. Let's not waste time on it."

"Qiu Yang!"

"Qiu Yang!"

Yang Jie's voice brought Qiu Yang back to his senses, and he realized that his face was cold.

He quickly raised his hands and wiped the tears from his face.

Qiu Yang just sat there since he got in the car, looking out the window and crying silently.

Qiu Dahui sat opposite him, feeling a pain in his heart as if he had been stabbed by a knife. Back then, he had been hit by two bullets on the battlefield, but it hadn't hurt this much!

Yang Jie could no longer hold back her sobs, covering her face.

Although her son is an only child and is spoiled at home, he is still a real man who sheds blood but not tears.

He just shed tears silently all the way. How painful and sad he must have been!

In this matter, was it Qiu Yang who was wrong, or were they wrong?