Chapter 149 Han Zhan discovered her injury
The 1st of every month is Shiyin’s follow-up visit day.
She is very well behaved.
Yueyue always comes on time.
Never missed a single time.
Dr. Rong received a message from her at the end of the month. She said she was going to Nanshan Temple and would not be able to go to the psychological counseling room on the 1st. He would wait for her to return on the 2nd and go there that day.
Shi Yin was the sickest patient he had ever taken over since he started his career, but the one he was most reluctant to give up on. He took good care of her. After receiving her message, he came to the consultation room early in the morning of the 2nd and waited until late at night and this evening, but she didn't come over and he didn't even receive a text message from her.
She is a person of her word.
She would only disappear without a trace if something uncontrollable happened.
After some hesitation, Dr. Rong sent this text message to Shi Yin's phone. He still hadn't received a reply, but he waited in the psychology studio. After about forty minutes, someone knocked on the door. The man, dressed in a suit and resembling an upper-class elite, politely asked, "Excuse me, Dr. Ronghua?"
"I am."
"Hello, Dr. Rong. My wife is ill and has been lying in the hospital. My husband asked me to come over. For delaying your time, we will compensate you ten times your hourly wage."
Doctor Rong stood up.
He picked up Shi Yin's medical record book that had been prepared long ago on the table.
Following Assistant Yan's steps, he gave the assistant instructions as he left, asking him to clean up and leave. The assistant nodded and watched his master disappear into the distant elevator.
Doctors have their own professional standards, and disclosing a patient's condition is illegal and immoral. The master hesitated for a long time and sent the message, knowing that Miss Shi's husband would see it.
The master admitted that his medical ethics were lacking.
But no regrets.
…
Half an hour later.
Assistant Yan led Dr. Rong into the ward.
The hall was quiet.
Only the butler and Lu Cheng were there.
Hearing the sound of the bedroom door opening, Dr. Rong tilted his head to glance over. He first caught a glimpse of the sleeping Shi Yin through the crack in the door, and then raised his eyes to look at Han Zhan approaching. The man's features were stern, his facial contours too clear, making him look cold-blooded and unkind. The hostility between his brows was even more intimidating.
Lu Cheng patted him and whispered, "Shi Yin can't wake up, he's too worried, that's why he looks so pale. No one will make things difficult for you, just answer everything you know truthfully and cooperate with the hospital team to save Shi Yin."
Doctor Rong nodded, stepped forward, and handed the medical record to Han Zhan. After the other party took it, he said, "I established a doctor-patient relationship with Miss Shi at the end of the previous year, in late December of 24."
"When she came to me, her condition was already in the advanced stages. From what I learned during the treatment, Miss Shi's illness was a cumulative process. Ever since she could remember, her parents favored her older sister and neglected her. The servants privately treated her coldly, and with all the rumors and rumors about her, everyone looked at her strangely, ostracized her, and isolated her."
"Living in such an environment for a long time took a heavy psychological toll and turned into a mental illness. The motivation that kept her going was to seize the family property, avenge herself, and clear her name."
"At the beginning of this year, I noticed something was different about her. During my monthly checkups and chats with her, she would always mention her husband. It's difficult for people with depression to find a new spiritual support, so I tried to guide her, hoping that after she succeeded in her revenge, she would still have the motivation to continue living."
"She met me again on the day she realized she had fallen in love with her husband. She said she had a nightmare in which her husband and Song Sinian and others stood together, bullying and humiliating her. She said she was a selfish person and that to prevent herself from getting hurt, she had to cut off the hidden dangers at the very beginning, so she gave up her husband and went to Milan for half a month."
"But not long after, when she came back for a follow-up checkup, she told me in person that she and her husband were planning to give it a try. She said her husband had taken 99 steps toward her, and she wanted to take the last step."
"Having suffered great trauma, she actually has a psychological stress disorder. She is afraid of pain and even more afraid of being abandoned a second time. Despite this, she still mustered up the courage to take that step."
The whole room was silent.
Everyone had different expressions.
Lu Cheng, in particular, had a flash of surprise and bewilderment in his eyes, which eventually turned into guilt. He had doubted Shi Yin's intentions and told Han Zhan at least three times that Shi Yin had no feelings for him and asked him not to invest too much.
The fact is, even though she was covered in scars, she still protected Han Zhan from the wind and rain.
People with emotional stress disorders also respond proactively.
Lu Cheng silently turned his head to look at Han Zhan who was sitting on the sofa. The man was holding the open medical record in his hand. The notebook was very thick and looked like it had dozens of pages. He had been reading for such a long time and was still reading the first page.
He lowered his eyes.
No one could see his expression.
Looking closely, Lu Cheng saw that the man was wearing a wedding ring and holding a corner of the medical record book with his fingers. The white bones of his fingers were prominent and there were traces of trembling on his fingertips. He couldn't even muster the strength to turn to the second page.
He didn't even dare to look down.
Afraid of seeing her pain.
Han Zhan couldn't bear even the mere written records.
"So, do you have any idea to save my wife?" The housekeeper spoke first, his eyes moist. "My wife is still so young and has a bright future. She can't just lie in bed and sleep like this!"
Doctor Rong said nothing.
He just raised his eyes and looked at Han Zhan not far away.
"You mean, sir, you have a way?" the butler asked.
"It's just a guess," Dr. Rong replied. "The fact that Shi Yin chose Mr. Han shows that he holds a great importance in her heart. She's fallen into a mental vortex, trapped by her own demons, and can't wake up."
"Whether a person is asleep or on the eve of death, their hearing is retained. Mr. Han, you can try to talk to her and tell her some of the things in your daily life that she remembers most vividly. The rest is up to her."
…
Han Zhan returned to the bedroom ten minutes later.
He closed the door.
Lift your feet and walk towards the bed.
The air in this room seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, weighing down on him, making it difficult for him to move forward. Slowly walking to the bedside, staring at Shi Yin's porcelain-white face as she slept, Han Zhan felt as if tens of thousands of silver needles were piercing his body, and every inch of his skin was filled with dense pain.
He curled his fingers.
Carefully, he held the small hand beneath her long sleeves.
Dr. Rong said she had lost her emotions, unable to feel joy, anger, sorrow, or even physical pain. During her night convulsions, she would resort to self-harm to save herself.
She was injured.
Before the old scars have even healed, they will be covered by new wounds.
To hide these unsightly scars, she dressed conservatively, always wearing long skirts and long sleeves. Han Zhan couldn't help but recall that when he was chatting with her, he asked her, "Wife, I don't think I've ever seen you wear short-sleeved clothes?"
She didn't answer.
She just smiled and said that she was a traditional person and didn't like to show her skin.
Now that she thought about it, the flickering of her eyes when she heard his words, and the subconscious clenching of her arms, were all attempts to cover up her guilty conscience. And he didn't notice.
Han Zhan slowly rolled up her sleeves.
As the clothes were lifted up.
Han Zhan's dark eyes were filled with the horrifying scars, one after another. The wound on the top of his arm was still scabbing, a recent injury. According to Dr. Rong, it must have been the nightmare she had the night she learned of her feelings for him, and she pierced her flesh with a knife in her struggle.
She had been in so much pain.
He was totally clueless.
Han Zhan knelt on the hard, cold tile floor, his red eyes filled with self-blame: "Wife, it's all my fault, my fault—"
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