Chapter 134 Is He PTSD?
Sang Muye was frightened by her crying.
She's fine, she won't cry like that.
He immediately asked: "Baby, stop crying and tell me what happened?"
Shen Xingli looked at his distressed eyes and cried even harder.
The voice choked with sobs: "Hubby, it hurts so much."
She wanted to say, my heart hurts.
It hurts more than a needle prick.
Hearing her say this, Sang Muye's eyes instantly became nervous and he looked her up and down.
"Li Li, don't cry yet. Tell me where it hurts, okay?"
Shen Xingli raised her left wrist and cried, "I took Little Pudding for a walk downstairs and fell. I think my wrist is injured. It hurts a lot."
Sang Muye immediately picked up her arm to check.
My wrist is swollen.
He looked at her distressedly: "Don't cry, I'll take you to the hospital to take an X-ray to see if there are any broken bones."
After saying that, he picked up Shen Xingli's coat and put it on her, then carried her downstairs.
Shen Xingli lay in his arms, sobbing softly.
She didn't know how to tell him about this, she was afraid he would be sensitive.
She didn't understand his condition and didn't know if asking would make things worse.
But her heart really hurts.
Seeing her crying so hard, Sang Muye bent down and kissed her forehead.
She coaxed him softly, "Baby, stop crying. You're crying so hard that your husband can't even drive."
Shen Xingli realized this, sniffed a few times, and stopped crying.
Seeing that she was so obedient, Sang Muye put her in the passenger seat and helped her fasten her seat belt.
He wiped her tears and then bent down to kiss her lips.
"My dear Li Li, you are so good. Your husband will take you to the hospital right away."
After saying that, he jogged all the way to the driver's seat.
He stepped on the accelerator and drove out.
It took less than twenty minutes to reach the hospital.
The doctor took an X-ray of Shen Xingli and said, "Fortunately, the bone is fine. It was just rubbed a little. I'll massage you with the medicine later. You just need to apply the medicine for a few days when you get home."
Sang Muye said with a worried look on his face: "Is the massage painful?"
"Of course she did. She injured her tendons. I have to help clear them up, otherwise her wrist won't be able to withstand any more force."
Hearing that it hurt, Sang Muye immediately hugged Shen Xingli in his arms.
She coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll hold you. If the pain becomes unbearable, you can bite me."
Seeing how affectionate the two were, the doctor smiled and said, "There aren't many men who love their wives this much these days. You should cherish your wife, little girl."
After saying that, he took advantage of Shen Xingli's inattention and pressed on her wrist and started massaging.
Shen Xingli cried out in pain.
Tears streamed down my cheeks again.
"Ouch, hubby, it hurts."
Sang Muye frowned, watching the doctor massaging mercilessly while gently stroking Shen Xingli's head.
"Hold on a little longer, it will be fine soon."
But it's easier said than done. It's really hard not to cry.
Shen Xingli was crying the whole time.
Sang Muye was coaxing her the whole time.
Finally, when the doctor stopped, Sang Muye's shirt was wet with tears.
The doctor looked at Shen Xingli and chuckled a few times: "Alright, stop crying. Look how distressed your husband is. His face is almost on the ground."
Shen Xingli then sniffed a few times and looked up at Sang Muye.
Her voice was low and hoarse: "Hubby, I didn't mean to make you worry, I was really in pain. Do you know that the hands and feet are connected to the heart?"
Seeing her return to her tsundere self, Sang Muye's tense heart finally relaxed.
His big hand gently stroked Shen Xingli's head, and he said in a gentle voice, "I know, let's go eat."
He carefully asked the doctor a lot of precautions, and he wrote down every word the doctor said on his mobile phone.
Then he took Shen Xingli away.
As soon as I got off the elevator, I ran into Song Xuan.
She looked at Sang Muye with some concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Shen Xingli could see Song Xuan's worry from her eyes.
It's the kind of worry that can't be concealed.
Sang Muye's expression was calm, and he replied coldly, "Li Li's wrist is injured."
After hearing this, Song Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shen Xingli's wrist.
He asked, "Are your bones safe? Mrs. Sang."
Shen Xingli shook his head: "No."
"Then be careful when you go back. Don't use too much force with this hand, or you'll develop a disease and won't be able to withstand gravity in the future."
"Thank you, Miss Song. I will."
Song Xuan nodded and walked in another direction.
Shen Xingli looked at Sang Muye and said, "Husband, go get the medicine over there. I'm going to the bathroom."
Sang Muye frowned and looked at her: "Can you do it yourself?"
"Okay, I still have my right hand, don't you worry?"
After saying that, she pushed Sang Muye away.
He then chased in the direction of Song Xuan.
When Shen Xingli saw the area Song Xuan walked into, his heart was deeply ached.
Department of Psychology.
Song Xuan is indeed a psychologist.
Shen Xingli bit her lips hard, and the pain in her heart became more and more intense.
She no longer cared about so much and took a few quick steps to catch up with Song Xuan.
Knock on her office door.
When Song Xuan saw her figure, she was a little surprised: "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Sang?"
Shen Xingli got straight to the point and asked, "Sang Muye's problem isn't a stomach issue, it's a mental one, right?"
Hearing her say this, Song Xuan was not very surprised.
He looked at her calmly: "Why do you say that?"
Shen Xingli pointed to the sign at the door and said, "You're a psychiatrist. I also found some Paroxetine at home. It's used to treat mental illness. Miss Song, please tell me what's wrong with Ah Ye. How serious is his illness?"
Song Xuan looked at her with dark eyes: "If it's serious, will you leave him?"
"No, I just want to know about his condition. I'm his wife, I should know, right?"
Song Xuan looked at her anxious expression and curled her lips lightly: "Aye doesn't want you to know, of course he has his own considerations. As a doctor, it is my duty to keep the patient's secret.
But what I want to tell you is that not telling you does not mean that it is hopeless. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will recover sooner or later.
He didn't let you know because he didn't want you to worry. If you knew, it would only burden him psychologically. Do you understand what I mean?"
It was one thing to guess it herself, but it was another to hear Song Xuan tell her so confidently.
Shen Xingli looked at her with red eyes: "He has PTSD, right?"
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