When Yan Zhi needed Su Dong the most, Su Dong was away on this mission for a month.

Yanzhi lay on the bed with empty eyes every day, crying at every turn. Zixuan didn't care, let alone Zicheng.

She suddenly stood up and went to the kitchen. Her eyes fell on the chopping board, and she picked it up and gestured with her wrist.

Mother Yan walked in and was terrified when she saw this scene. She screamed, "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

Her scream woke up Zixuan who was soundly sleeping. She stretched out her hands and cried loudly.

The crying made Yan Zhi throw the vegetables on the ground in a hurry. With a "bang", Yan Zhi grabbed her hair, not knowing what she was doing. She cried and said, "Mom, what's wrong with me? Am I sick?"

Professor Yan came in hurriedly and saw the mother and daughter huddled together. He hurriedly walked over, picked up Zixuan and said, "You two are the same. Why are you crying for no reason? You don't care about your child crying."

Mother Yan calmed down and said, "Old Yan, you take care of the child. I will accompany Zhizhi to the hospital."

Yan Zhi wrapped herself tightly, put on a mask, and followed Yan's mother to the hospital numbly.

The doctor had never seen this kind of disease before. He pulled Yan's mother aside and asked, "Does your ancestors have a history of mental illness?"

Mother Yan quickly shook her head: "No, I don't have any medical history in this regard."

The doctor observed Yan Zhi's expression for a while and said, "Then your daughter is mentally ill."

"You, you are the one who is mentally ill, your whole family is mentally ill." Yan's mother was so angry that she cried. She pulled Yan Zhi and said angrily, "What kind of doctor is this? He has no medical ethics at all. I won't see him anymore. I'm not sick."

Yan Zhi didn't have much perception of the outside world. She just wanted to be quiet and didn't want to talk.

Mother Yan took Yan Zhi back home and sat on the sofa, sighing and wiping away tears from time to time. Her daughter is still so young, what should she do in the future?

After Professor Yan coaxed the two children to take a nap, he came over and asked, "What happened? Is the sky falling? Don't worry, if the sky falls, I will hold it up for you."

"Old Yan, your innocence is gone." Yan's mother said with red eyes, "The doctor said that our Zhizhi has a mental illness."

Professor Yan felt his head buzzing, and after a while he responded, "Fuck that bullshit!"

Professor Yan had never scolded anyone in his life, but now he wanted to scold the street.

"Don't listen to him, find someone else to take a look." Professor Yan frowned. He asked Yan's mother to stay at home, and he took Yan Zhi to all the hospitals in Acheng. Every doctor had the same judgment.

Professor Yan didn't understand. How could his girlfriend, who was a healthy person, suddenly become mentally ill?

He did not give up and planned to take Yan Zhi to other places to have a look. It was also at this time that the old friend met a doctor who had returned from abroad, and he took Yan Zhi to try his luck.

The doctor spoke very logically. He said Yan Zhike was suffering from postpartum depression and that it could be cured if she cooperated with the treatment.

"So is this a mental illness?" Professor Yan asked tremblingly.

"Well, it's also a kind of mental illness." said the doctor.

The sky fell on Professor Yan and Yan Zhi.

What a mental illness!

"Doctor, why did my daughter Zhizhi get this disease?"

The doctor said quickly: "The chance of this disease happening is very high, and the cause of the disease is not completely certain. For example, your daughter had a difficult birth, which may be the cause of the disease. Don't worry too much, cooperate with the treatment, and the disease will recover."

"During this time, you guys take good care of her emotions, don't let her get upset, and try to keep her calm." The doctor said, "I'll prescribe some tranquilizers for her."

"Will taking medicine affect breastfeeding?" Yan Zhi asked.

"Yes, it is recommended that the child drink milk powder." said the doctor.

"Zixuan's health isn't very good. Will it be bad for her to drink milk powder?" Yan Zhi was worried about the child and became anxious again.

"Your health is the most important thing right now. It will be fine for your child to drink milk powder." The doctor suggested while prescribing medicine.

After returning home, Yan's mother bought some milk powder and planned to make it for Zixuan. Zixuan had a difficult birth and was weak. She was also used to breastfeeding, so she refused to drink milk powder. She cried loudly when she was hungry, and the child felt uncomfortable, and she felt pain too.

Once a family is tainted with bad luck, nothing will go smoothly.

Su Zicheng had eaten something wrong again and had been vomiting and having diarrhea for three days. Professor Yan and his wife were exhausted, and Su Dong had not come back. Professor Yan saw that his wife had lost weight, so he suggested, "Why don't you let your in-laws take care of Zicheng for a while?"

"Forget it! What if my in-laws find out that Zhizhi has this disease? What will we do?" Yan's mother was not without reason. She said, "Have you forgotten? We lived next door to each other back then."

Professor Yan seemed to have thought of something, and sighed and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, old lady."

"For Zhizhi, what does it matter if we work a little harder?" Mother Yan hugged him.

Zixuan drank milk powder and suffered from indigestion. Yanzhi stopped taking medicine and secretly fed Zixuan. Zixuan's body got better, but Yanzhi's mood became more and more broken.

Later, when Yan's mother saw her burying the medicine in the flowerpot, she angrily hit her and said, "What do you want to do if you don't take the medicine? Do you still want to get better?"

"Mom, Zixuan is crying. She's hungry." Yan Zhi suddenly slapped herself, "Mom, don't be angry. It's my fault."

Mother Yan quickly hugged her and said lovingly, "Zhizhi, be good. Let's cure your illness first and talk about everything later."

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Su Dong knelt on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, tears and snot streaming down his face.

This is the woman he promised to take care of for the rest of her life, but he is never by her side when she needs him the most.

He always thought that since he had helped Yan Zhi to build a house, and had given her his salary, his parents would also give him some money. She only needed to stay at home to look after the children and do housework. With his father-in-law and mother-in-law at home, she didn't have to worry about anything at all!

But Yan Zhi's life was completely different from what he had imagined.

Originally the three of them lived around one child, but the arrival of Zixuan completely broke the routine.

Zicheng, this bad boy, was not behaving well either. Just when Professor and his wife Yan had settled Zixuan down, Zicheng dropped a glass on the ground and nearly stabbed himself.

Mother Yan took a broom and swept away the glass shards, fearing that any glass shards left would hurt the child.

Professor Yan asked Zicheng to reflect on his mistakes facing the wall. The guy cried aggrievedly and wiped his snot on the wall.

Zixuan was woken up again. Mother Yan hurriedly put down the broom and went over to pick up Zixuan.

Busy, busy day after day, with nothing but chicken feathers on the ground.

It's noisy and there's no peace.

Zixuan couldn't sleep well in the second half of the night and always needed someone to hold her and comfort her. Yanzhi took medicine and her condition was slightly under control. Sometimes Zixuan woke up but didn't cry or make a fuss. Yanzhi was afraid of waking up her mother, so she took Zixuan to her own room.

"Little girl, your grandparents must have been very upset when you were born." Yan Zhi pinched her cheeks, her motherly love overflowing at this moment. "In the future, you must listen to your grandparents and don't be like your brother, understand?"

Zixuan stared with round eyes, stretched out her hand to hold Yanzhi's finger, and babbled as if she was saying something.