The child's mother cried so hard that she was out of breath. Her father had no choice but to take out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The child has psychological problems, and both the father and the mother are responsible.

If the child’s father could pay more attention to the family and the child’s situation.

Or if I had talked to my children more often, maybe it wouldn't have come to this.

"Don't cry, the most important thing right now is to treat Xiaoyi."

“It doesn’t matter whether you take the college entrance exam or not!”

"The body is what matters."

The child's father comforted his wife, and after the child had stopped crying, Xu Qingluo had someone bring the child in.

"Let's take the patient's family out first."

"I'll talk to the child alone."

"Okay, Doctor Xu."

Xu Qingluo looked at the lifeless child in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This child is only 16 years old, such a good age, but now he has become like this.

"Don't be nervous, let's sit down and talk, okay?"

"Um."

After everyone sat down, Xu Qingluo took out the sand table and placed it on the coffee table, allowing the child to play freely according to what he was thinking at the moment.

"You can put any of these little ornaments in the room."

"Um."

Xu Qinglu put the things on the coffee table, sat quietly by the side, observing his every move, and chatted with him from time to time.

"I heard from your dad that you like reading comic books very much."

"Yeah, I used to like it."

Xu Qingluo smiled and nodded. He likes reading picture books and can always stay in the top five in the grade. This child has good learning ability and self-discipline.

"So what do you like to watch now?"

When the child heard her words, he paused, pursed his lips and lowered his head, his eyes full of loss and confusion.

“I don’t like reading.”

When Xu Qingluo heard his words, she understood that this was a clear sign of his aversion to studying.

It should be said that he didn't want to touch anything related to words, and he had an irrational resistance and disgust.

Xu Qingluo did not ask any further questions. Instead, he waited until he finished playing with the sandbox and then handed him a piece of paper and paintbrushes of various colors.

"If you don't like reading, we can draw."

“You can paint whatever you want.”

"good."

The child was drawing, and Xu Qingluo was observing his sand table.

The sand table was divided into two parts, one half was decorated with various defensive ornaments and surrounded by cardboard.

The other half contains some offensive ornaments, surrounded by cactus thorns.

There is a wide ditch between the two, so if the other side launches an attack, he will defend himself.

“It’s finished.”

Xu Qingluo took the pen and was stunned for a moment when he saw the painting he had drawn, his eyes full of admiration.

This child is not only good at studying, but also has a talent for drawing.

His paintings have their own unique style and are full of youthful vigor.

“You draw very well.”

"Yeah, I read too many comic books."

He drew by copying picture books. He started by reading, and then he began to paint by imitating the patterns in the picture books.

The more you draw, the more you will naturally develop the skill.

Reading picture books is his hobby.

Not only did he find relaxation from it, he even honed a skill.

The painting shows a little man holding a shield in both hands, surrounded by arrows.

Xu Qingluo didn't know if she had seen him draw it with her own eyes.

She was beginning to wonder what picture book this was from.

"My child, I'm sorry for wronging you."

When the patient heard her words, his eyes reddened, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Is he aggrieved? I think so.

It is obvious that he has always done his best since he was a child, has excellent grades, and is well-behaved and sensible.

He had obviously tried so hard.

But he still couldn't satisfy his mother and couldn't meet her expectations.