Chapter 181 She Suffers from Severe Depression
"peaceful!"
Lu Xiyan's voice sounded not far behind her.
Just as she closed her eyes and prepared to sink to the bottom of the sea, someone picked up her arm and suddenly held her tightly in his arms with splashing sea water.
The arms I fell into were wet, warm, and tasted of the salty sea water.
"It's okay...it's okay!"
Lu Xiyan's heart was beating wildly, his breathing was heavy and deep, and his voice was trembling, as if he was comforting An Ning, or as if he was talking to himself.
He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and big drops of sea water mixed with sweat dripped down his forehead.
His fingers couldn't stop trembling as he stroked her damp hair and pressed her against his restless chest. "Ningning, you always said I could catch you no matter what happened, but this time, I'm really afraid I won't be able to catch you..."
Fortunately, he caught it.
He pulled her back.
I don’t know if it was because his body temperature was too hot, but An Ning’s cold body slowly warmed up in his arms, and she gradually came back to her senses.
She blinked her wet eyelashes and a tear fell.
Then two drops, three drops...
She whimpered softly against his chest.
The sobbing became increasingly unbearable and turned into rapid and aggrieved sobs.
Finally, finally, I burst into tears.
She buried her face in Lu Xiyan's shirt that was soaked by sea water, clutched his shirt tightly, and cried loudly.
Her thin body was trembling, and her hot tears almost burned through Lu Xiyan's shirt.
He placed his hands on her back and held her tightly.
Heartache, self-blame, and the joy of regaining what was lost, all the emotions surged up at once. Lu Xiyan raised his head slightly, but still couldn't hold back the tears that were about to fall.
"Ningning, I'm here, always here."
......
After crying for a while, An Ning lost all her strength and fainted in Lu Xiyan's arms.
When bringing her back to the Yuhe Mansion, Lu Xiyan had only one thought - it's good enough as long as she is alive.
The private doctor came twice, took my temperature and did an examination. He just said that I caught a cold and was a little unstable, but there were no other health problems.
But An Ning slept from noon to night and did not wake up.
Lu Xiyan stayed by her bed, staring at her pale face, which looked like a flower branch that had just been transplanted and had not yet taken root or sprouted.
At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a phone call at the Yuhe Mansion from the security guard.
Li Quan knocked gently on Lu Xiyan's door, glanced at the woman who was still asleep on the bed, and whispered, "Master, there's a Mr. Xu at the door looking for Miss An."
Lu Xiyan frowned, "Xu?"
"He said his name was Xu Zhijun."
......
The guard received the notice and opened the door
A black Bentley slowly drove into the Yuhe Mansion.
After driving a few hundred meters, we arrived in front of a magnificent and large villa.
Xu Zhijun got out of the car, looked up at the residence that was beyond his sight, and suddenly he sighed softly, his mind becoming a little clearer.
To be able to have such a Chinese-style villa comparable to a castle in such a prime location in Jinghai, where every inch of land is valuable, the people who live here must be either rich or noble, and their status is very extraordinary.
No wonder...
She had such a hard time during those years.
I was led into the villa. The interior decoration was exquisite and elegant, spacious and grand. Every corner and even every decoration showed its grandeur.
Xu Zhijun looked up and saw that any mural hanging on the wall was worth a fortune.
But An Ning lived such a tight and embarrassing life in Jining City.
In the living room, a young man in simple home clothes sat on the sofa in the main seat. When he looked up, there was an undisguised sense of oppression in his eyes.
"Mr. Lu, we meet again."
Xu Zhijun is gentle and polite.
The last time they met was on An Ning's birthday. The Mr. Lu he saw then did not exude the same cold aura as he did today.
There was a sharp edge in Lu Xiyan's eyes, but his expression was as gentle as jade. "Mr. Xu, please sit down."
"Mr. Lu seems to have some misunderstanding about me." Xu Zhijun sat down and looked at the man with a smile, "I came here today just because I was worried about An Ning and wanted to see how she was doing."
According to the time, she should have finished her medicine. He had warned her not to increase or decrease the dosage at will, nor to stop taking it suddenly.
If his condition improves and he wants to stop taking the medication, he must undergo another psychological evaluation.
But An Ning didn't ask him to re-prescribe the medicine during this period. He was worried and called her, but no one answered.
When I called her house, I heard the nanny talk about what she had experienced in the past few days.
Xu Zhijun expected that her condition would not be very good, so he drove from Jining City to see her.
He spoke frankly. Lu Xiyan raised her lips and looked at him, "What misunderstanding?"
Xu Zhijun is a psychologist and can clearly understand the hidden meaning in the other person's tone.
Not just asking.
It also means declaring sovereignty.
"Mr. Lu, you don't think that An Ning is with me, right?"
Lu Xiyan raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
Xu Zhijun looked at the tea in the cup in front of him and smiled gently, "My relationship with her is not what Mr. Lu thinks. I am her doctor and she is my patient, that's all."
"Patient?" Lu Xiyan frowned slightly, suddenly remembering that Xu Zhijun was a psychiatrist. "Are you saying that An Ning is mentally ill?"
"Is she here now?" Xu Zhijun said seriously, "Can I check on her first?"
......
In the bedroom late at night, a dim floor lamp was on, making the face of the person on the bed look even more haggard and pale, with no trace of blood.
Xu Zhijun sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled An Ning's fair and slender wrist.
Just as he was about to lift it up, Lu Xiyan's hand reached out.
He said nothing, but glanced at me, like a lion protecting its prey.
Xu Zhijun smiled and said, "Let me take your pulse."
"Mr. Xu is not only a psychologist, but also a Chinese medicine doctor?" Lu Xiyan was skeptical, but did not stop him.
"I've learned a little." Xu Zhijun felt An Ning's pulse, his eyes fell on her haggard eyebrows, his face slightly gloomy.
More than ten seconds passed and he still didn't let go of her hand.
Lu Xiyan frowned, pulled An Ning's hand away, and hid it under the thin quilt.
"What's the problem?" he asked.
Xu Zhijun stood up and said, "Let's talk downstairs."
Coming down from upstairs, Xu Zhijun sat back to where he had just been. He picked up the cup of slightly cold tea, took a few sips, and pondered for a moment. His expression was no longer as calm as when he first arrived.
After a while, he looked at Lu Xiyan and said, "Mr. Lu, do you know that there is a term in Traditional Chinese Medicine called 'damaged heart meridian'?"
Lu Xiyan frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine says that a person's positive life is based on a deep inner spirit, but this spirit can dissipate. When a person endures great pain and setbacks, after going through those things, it may seem like they've overcome that difficulty, but subconsciously, a part of them has already died, and their spirit has dissipated."
He looked at Lu Xiyan's tightly knit brows and said, "The heart meridian is damaged. It can be understood that when a person experiences great sorrow, great pain, or great setbacks, serious illness, or any other difficult hurdle, the heart meridian will be damaged."
Lu Xiyan asked, "You mean, An Ning is like this?"
"That's right." Xu Zhijun nodded. "People with damaged heart meridians are often said to have lost their vitality. They don't like socializing or going out. They often feel tired, as if their strength has been drained. They have no yearning for life, or even any goals. Such people are just hanging on by a thread."
"This feeling might be someone, or something. So she has to work hard, live, and run around for someone or something, but in fact, she is very, very, very tired."
He pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly. "Spirit is a mysterious thing. Once it's gone, it's hard to pick it up again. She looks like she's let it go, relieved, indifferent, and moved on, but in reality, her heart has withered."
Lu Xiyan frowned, "How can we make her better? Take medicine?"
"Medicine?" Xu Zhijun said with a hint of mockery, "Isn't she taking enough medicine? Do you know what medicine can really cure her?"
He looked at Lu Xiyan and said, "What makes her happy is her medicine."
"Mr. Lu, you are the medicine for peace of mind. Her illness is caused by you, and only you can cure it!"
Xu Zhijun's voice was a little high-pitched and a little excited.
Lu Xiyan's breathing became tense, and he was somewhat stunned.
Xu Zhijun chuckled and looked at Lu Xiyan, "Let me use a Western medical term. Damage to the heart vessels is also called depression."
"Excuse me, Mr. Lu, are you aware that An Ning suffers from severe depression and has always had self-destructive tendencies?"
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