A spring breeze blows.
Song Qingyou originally thought that Fu Wenzhou might not agree to go to the hospital.
But to her surprise, the man only looked at her for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, I'll go if Youyou tells me to."
Song Qingyou's breath hitched, and her heart tingled slightly.
She wondered how Fu Wenzhou could be so obedient.
So well-behaved.
Song Qingyou raised her hand to stroke his cheek and said softly, "It's just a check-up. It'll put your mind at ease."
Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "Okay."
Song Qingyou thought for a moment and decided that she should reward the well-behaved person, so she said, "Let's go on a date this weekend."
Fu Wenzhou thought he had misheard and asked twice to confirm, "Youyou, are you serious? A date?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Let's just do what ordinary couples do on weekends, go to the movies, have dinner, go shopping..."
Actually, Song Qingyou really wanted to go to the amusement park, but she had a heart condition and couldn't ride any of the thrilling or dangerous rides.
Fu Wenzhou's voice was captivating, with a hidden smile: "No going back on your word."
Since Song Qingyou had already said it, she naturally wouldn't go back on her word. Her fingertips slid from Fu Wenzhou's cheek to his earlobe and pinched it: "When have I ever lied to you?"
Fu Wenzhou held Song Qingyou tightly in his arms, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her head, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.
Song Qingyou and Fu Nan gave each other an address, and the car immediately turned around.
The hospital is not far away, about half an hour away.
Song Qingyou had visited a psychologist here when she was a teenager, so she was very familiar with the area.
I found Dr. Zhang's consultation room easily, having already informed him on the way, so he was already in the office when I arrived.
Dr. Zhang, who is over fifty years old, is a leading figure in the field of psychology. He and Professor Song Qingyou were students in the same class and have a close friendship.
When Song Qingyou saw Zhang Kaiyi, she respectfully extended her hand: "I came suddenly and forgot to bring you the Longjing tea that I brought from Nancheng. I will have someone send it to you later."
Zhang Kaiyi smiled and said, "It's been so long since I've seen you, little girl. How's your teacher doing lately?"
Song Qingyou smiled slightly: "She's doing well, and she often talks about you to me."
Zhang Kaiyi looked at Song Qingyou's side and asked, "Who is this?"
Fu Wenzhou said slowly and deliberately, "I am Song Qingyou's boyfriend."
Song Qingyou immediately followed up with, "His name is Fu Wenzhou."
Zhang Kaiyi was somewhat surprised, as he still remembered the scene of Song Qingyou coming to his place alone years ago.
The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, in this room, in the same spot.
The little girl said, "Hello, I think I have a problem."
The child's tone was so calm, it didn't seem like something a teenager should be like. And she came to the hospital alone, so Zhang Kaiyi remembered it vividly.
Later, after diagnosis, Song Qingyou was found to have severe depression. Fortunately, she was smart and realized it in time and knew to ask for help.
After two years of treatment, her condition has improved significantly.
Later, Song Qingyou herself said that she felt she was cured and had not come back for many years.
Over the years, Zhang Kaiyi had inquired about her intentionally or unintentionally, and naturally knew that she had sent that family to prison. However, Zhang Kaiyi understood Song Qingyou's difficulties, so he didn't think anything of it. On the contrary, he felt that the family deserved it.
However, Zhang Kaiyi never expected that the aloof and cold-hearted girl who was only focused on revenge would actually have someone she loved.
Zhang Kaiyi couldn't help but linger her gaze on the man for a while longer.
He had never met Fu Wenzhou, but with his reputation as the young master Fu, it would be hard not to know him.
Zhang Kai, regaining his composure, stroked his beard: "Is it him who wants to inspect?"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes..."
Zhang Kaiyi almost laughed in anger. Why do young people these days have to find a sick boyfriend instead of a healthy one?
Zhang Kaiyi said, "Yes, I'll talk to him alone."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou replied, "Okay."
He then turned to reassure Fu Wenzhou: "You must cooperate with the treatment and not cause any trouble, do you hear me?"
Fu Wenzhou: "I heard you."
Zhang Kaiyi squinted at the interaction between the two and raised an eyebrow.
It's been so many years, and that little girl has changed a lot.
After finishing her sentence, Song Qingyou left and quietly closed the door behind her.
The waiting time was long, and Song Qingyou even held onto a sliver of hope that she had made a wrong deduction.
Perhaps Fu Wenzhou was just a bit short-tempered, and there was nothing wrong with him.
Or perhaps she's making a mountain out of a molehill.
More than an hour later, the door was finally opened.
Fu Wenzhou emerged from inside, hands in his pockets, with a casual air.
Seeing this, Song Qingyou got up, stepped forward, and grabbed his arm: "How are you feeling?"
Fu Wenzhou shrugged, his tone as weary as ever: "He asked me a ton of questions, it was really annoying."
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and said, "Sit here, I'll go in and take a look."
Fu Wenzhou agreed.
Song Qingyou entered the consultation room, closed the door, and her eyes revealed a hint of worry: "Dr. Zhang, he..."
Zhang Kaiyi sat behind his desk, holding several sheets of paper in his hand, which were the answers Fu Wenyan had given to the questions earlier.
He said in a deep voice, "Explosive personality disorder."
Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and her brows furrowed slightly: "Has it been diagnosed?"
Zhang Kaiyi hummed in agreement: "But it's strange, he seems to listen to you a lot?"
Song Qingyou paused, then said, "Yes, he was very calm when he was with me, so could it be because those people offended him that he..."
“No.” Zhang Kaiyi directly denied Song Qingyou’s wishful thinking: “He is very stubborn, even to the point of being obsessive, especially when it comes to things related to you. In the long run, this is not a good thing for you, and it is very likely that he will eventually hurt you.”
Song Qingyou was silent for a moment, then said, "He wouldn't."
Zhang Kaiyi did not deny it. "I prescribed some medicine for him, and he takes it regularly every day. At present, explosive personality disorder can only be treated with medication. Psychological counseling is not very effective. But you don't need to worry too much. He listens to you very well, right? As long as you control him in time when he goes crazy, it will be fine."
Song Qingyou wasn't worried about that; her eyes darkened slightly: "Will it hurt him? If his condition worsens, will he eventually harm himself?"
Zhang Kaiyi: "That's for sure."
"I understand," Song Qingyou said. "I will make sure he takes his medicine on time."
Zhang Kaiyi didn't say much, but glanced at Song Qingyou and asked, "What about you?"
Song Qingyou was taken aback, then realized what Zhang Kaiyi meant: "You once told me that if you can't go on living, you should find a reason to live. Later I found one, and avenging my mother and grandfather is my reason to live."
"And now?" Zhang Kaiyi asked.
“Now I want to live more than ever before. I promised Fu Wenzhou that I wouldn’t die and that I would stay with him for the rest of my life.” Song Qingyou smiled and said, “So you don’t have to worry. As long as he’s here, my illness won’t relapse.”
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