Chapter 228 Mental Illness
ward.
Zhao Keqiong woke up.
I was relieved to watch over her all night.
Mu Yuan was busy at this moment, calling the doctor to examine her and chasing the doctor to ask for the results.
"Yuanyuan, come and sit next to mom."
Mu Yuan stopped her busy movements that were like a spinning top.
Sitting down beside the bed, he said with concern, "Mom, the doctor said you need to fast for 2-3 days. If you're really hungry, I'll ask the doctor if there's anything else I can do."
Zhao Keqiong had just woken up and her complexion was still very bad. She chuckled: "It's okay, Mom is not hungry. Just follow the doctor's orders. Don't be busy for now. Just talk to Mom."
Mu Yuan's almond-shaped eyes paused for a moment, and she smiled: "Okay."
The sunlight from outside shone into the windowsill, illuminating the entire ward and bringing warmth.
Zhao Keqiong looked at Mu Yuan, whose silhouette was made even colder by the light and shadow: "Did I scare you last night?"
Mu Yuan's gaze fell on her left hand, which was still receiving an IV drip, and she whispered, "Mom, have you not been eating well recently?"
Zhao Keqiong didn't deny it, but raised her eyebrows in embarrassment: "I have indeed lost my appetite recently, but I didn't expect that the gastric perforation would be so serious."
Mu Yuan's cold face rarely showed seriousness: "Mom, no matter how much appetite you have, you can't miss three meals a day. And your stomach is not in good condition to begin with, so you need to pay more attention."
Being nagged.
Zhao Keqiong was touched and couldn't help laughing: "Mom knows, but you, Mom is fine now, and there are nurses watching over you, you should go back and rest."
Mu Yuan shook her head: "It's okay, I'm not tired, I'll stay with you."
Zhao Keqiong smiled: "Okay, by the way, where is Ah Min?"
Mu Yuan's expression froze slightly.
Suddenly recalled.
early morning.
She woke up in a daze.
He discovered that Huo Min's face was very close.
The two of them lay face to face beside the bed.
This scared her.
She stood up and made such a loud noise that she woke up Huo Min as well.
Mu Yuan was surprised: "You, why are you here?"
He raised his dark eyes, looked at her puzzled face, and said calmly: "Why, you slept on my hand all night and forgot everything?"
Mu Yuan then hurriedly lowered her head to look. He stretched out his hand to her side, and his palm was red from being pressed.
My arm had been numb from being rested on it by her all night.
As soon as I moved, a numb and swollen feeling spread throughout my arm.
Huo Min frowned and shook his arms, trying to recover.
Mu Yuan thought hard.
Just remember.
When I was about to fall asleep, something warm and soft seemed to touch my face.
It was his hand...
Mu Yuan's eyes flickered: "That... you reached out your hand yourself."
Huo Min raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you ready to cross the bridge and pull out the plank now?"
Mu Yuan choked immediately.
Huo Min stood up, his deep black eyes fixed on her face: "I don't think Mom will wake up so soon, let's go have breakfast first."
Mu Yuan lowered her eyelashes: "No need, I'll stay here."
Huo Min took in her reluctance and refused to compromise: "You also want a gastric perforation?"
Mu Yuan immediately looked up and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about."
Huo Min raised his eyebrows: "Would you like to go by yourself, or should I carry you?"
Mu Yuan's spine stiffened, unwilling: "I said I won't go."
Huo Min understood and nodded slightly.
The next second, arms were stretched out towards her.
This is a hospital.
It would be so embarrassing if he really carried me away!
Mu Yuan quickly held his arm and said unhappily: "I'll walk by myself!"
Huo Min then withdrew his hand and looked at her leisurely.
Mu Yuan had no choice but to glance at Zhao Keqiong who was still asleep on the bed. He had no choice but to follow her out.
When I think of this man's domineering behavior.
Mu Yuan gritted her teeth.
"He... had some matters at the group. After getting up this morning, he had breakfast and went back to the group."
Zhao Keqiong: "I don't expect him to stay by my bedside. It's better for our Yuanyuan to stay with mom."
Mu Yuan's lips parted slightly.
Looking at Zhao Keqiong's face.
He pondered: "Mom, there is something I want to tell you."
Zhao Keqiong raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to tell me?"
"That's it..." He met Zhao Keqiong's curious gaze.
Mu Yuan felt like there was something stuck in his throat and hesitated again and again.
"Huo Min..."
"Hmm? What happened to Ah Min?"
Mu Yuan probed: "Did Huo Min have any illness five years ago?"
Zhao Keqiong was confused: "Five years ago? Let me think about it."
Mu Yuan clenched her fingertips tightly, holding her breath and looking intently at Zhao Keqiong in her memories.
"Five years ago, you weren't sick, were you? Ah Min has always had a good physique. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
I didn't get anything out of the question.
Mu Yuan quickly adjusted her expression, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved. "It's nothing. I only knew you had a bad stomach before, but I didn't know it was this serious. After this incident, I wanted to learn more about it to see if you and Huo Min had any other underlying medical history that I wasn't aware of, so I can avoid any foods that you shouldn't touch or eat in advance."
Zhao Keqiong was surprised and touched: "It's all my fault. This has left a psychological shadow on you. Apart from my stomach, everything else is fine. Ah Min is even finer. Don't worry."
Mu Yuan pursed her lips and smiled softly, but behind the smile were hidden thoughts.
What kind of illness did Huo Min have?
Even Zhao Keqiong doesn’t know?
She now feels more and more suspicious.
What kind of illness do you have that you have to hide it like this?
After instructing the nurse to take good care of Zhao Keqiong.
Mu Yuan walked out of the ward and wanted to find Dr. Chen to discuss the details of the follow-up treatment of patients with gastric perforation.
On the edge.
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
It was a little kid, wearing a blue hospital gown specially printed with cartoons for the children's ward, who ran out of the ward, crying, "I, I, I don't want the injection."
What attracted Mu Yuan's attention more.
It's his obvious Down syndrome appearance.
The child hadn't run a few steps when his relatives came out and took him back: "Okay, okay, no injections, baby, don't be afraid."
At that time, a mother and daughter passed by her and whispered, "That child looks like he has Down syndrome."
"It really is Tang's. This is strange. Why didn't Tang go to Qingshan Hospital? Why did he come here for treatment?"
"Please, Tang's isn't a mental patient. Only mentally ill people go to Qingshan."
They just passed by and chatted casually for a few minutes.
Mu Yuan felt as if his feet were made of lead and he couldn't move at all.
It was like being hit in the brain, and suddenly a light flashed in my mind.
A medical condition that needs to be concealed and cannot be disclosed to the public?
Mental illness?
She had been in contact with Huo Min for five years, so it was impossible for him to be mentally ill.
Zhao Xitao is a famous psychological counselor.
Then the only possible illness Huo Min might have is... a mental illness?!
Combined with the several times she had seen Huo Min react with reactions that were close to violent and manic.
In an instant.
Mu Yuan's breathing quickened.
She is so stupid!
I never found it!
Clearly, clues had already appeared.
She quickly took out her cell phone and found Zhao Xitao's WeChat.
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Psychological counseling room.
A spacious, modern and uniquely decorated building.
Zhao Xitao considerately handed a tissue to the patient who had cried and was in a much better mood. He said, "Ms. Lu, you should allow yourself to be willful occasionally. Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh. Don't be so tense. No one stipulates that adults must exercise restraint."
Ms. Lu wiped away her tears and smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Zhao. I feel much better now. Thank you for your guidance."
Zhao Xitao smiled: "You're welcome, I will always be your friend. You can call me when you feel bad, it doesn't matter what time it is."
Miss Lu looked at the elegant and handsome Zhao Xitao in front of her with emotion, her eyes sparkling with stars. "Okay, then, Dr. Zhao, I'll be leaving first."
"Goodbye." Zhao Xitao took a step forward and opened the door of the counseling room in a gentlemanly manner.
"Thanks."
"Goodbye, Miss Lu." Assistant Pang Duo passed by Miss Lu, walked up to Zhao Xitao, and handed him his charged mobile phone with both hands.
"Thanks." Zhao Xitao took the phone and when the screen lit up, he found a meeting message from Mu Yuan.
His peach blossom eyes flashed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and he hurriedly called out to his assistant who had turned around: "Xiao Pang!"
Wait until Pangduo faces him.
Zhao Xitao frowned slightly and said, "Cancel the 3 o'clock meeting for me. I have an important client to meet."
Pang Duo said hurriedly: "Okay, Dr. Zhao."
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