Chapter 43 Premier Wen is having a daily episode of illness.
Luo Nan: "How have things been lately?"
Wen Li: "The same as always."
Same old thing, same old thing, and the same old thing again.
"When was the last time you entered the fantasy scene?" Luo Nan asked him in a different way.
Wen Li: "The same as always."
Luonan: "...a week ago?"
Wen Li remained silent, and Luo Nan assumed that he had tacitly agreed.
So he was pleased for him and said, "The situation seems to be stable, which is a good sign."
"Most patients with obsessive-compulsive fantasy disorder want to escape certain things in reality, or they desire things that they cannot obtain in reality, so they can have them in fantasy."
"Wen Li, you need to do a thorough self-analysis about this."
The crux of the problem is known only to the person involved; outsiders cannot know it.
Only by understanding the root cause can we find the right solution.
Wen Li's attitude was somewhat perfunctory, "Okay, I understand."
He then said goodbye, turned around and left, pushing his wheelchair.
Luo Nan scratched his head, unable to figure out why Wen Li, who had come to inquire about the situation, didn't seem to care much about the outcome.
The moment the door closed, Luo Nan slapped his forehead in frustration, realizing he had forgotten to ask Wen Li what his feelings were for Su Kui.
...
Song Jinhuan was very angry.
Because Wen Li lied.
"Why didn't he tell Dr. Luo the truth? He just met with me!"
I'm really angry.
Sanjin didn't understand either, "I don't know either."
However, the book ends with his MD being cured, but if the attending physician hadn't understood his true condition, it's highly likely they would have missed the optimal time for treatment.
Song Jinhuan: "In other words, it will affect my mission!"
No wonder she was so angry. What if the mission isn't completed?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
"By the way, do I need to arrange for Wen Li and Xia Lele to meet at the hospital again? Because Xia Lele doesn't know that Wen Li has MD."
Sanjin glanced at the mission progress and said with some surprise, "The deadline has been passed."
Song Jinhuan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could this be?!"
Sanjin: "If you heard me, then it's done."
Song Jinhuan frowned in confusion. "Why?"
"This is probably an unnecessary plot point, so it's okay if it gets pushed over," Sanjin said, unsure.
Although the deadline had passed, Song Jinhuan was still very angry.
So when Wen Li got home and entered the fantasy scene again, he saw the girl curled up on the sofa with her back to him.
Every strand of hair that fell casually down her back seemed to express her displeasure.
Wen Li's heart tightened; he had never encountered this situation before.
"What's wrong?"
He wore a gentle smile, believing that this expression would help the other person lower their guard and confide in him.
Song Jinhuan snorted loudly.
This made Wen Li even more certain that something had happened, but he just didn't know it.
"If you're unhappy, just say it. How can you solve the problem if you don't talk about it, right?" Wen Li patiently and persuasively guided her.
Song Jinhuan hesitated, but Wen Li was right!
What's the point of her sulking? The other person has no idea what she's angry about!
We need to say it, we really need to ask!
She turned around angrily, only to be caught off guard by Wen Li's smile.
With a "boom," the fire in his chest burned even brighter.
"You're still laughing? I'm angry!"
How can he laugh like that!
I'm so angry!
I've never been this angry before!
The girl clenched her fists tightly and her whole body trembled.
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