Chapter 817: Chapter 791: He’s Here! He’s Here! He’s Here!

For the principal’s illness, complete trust between the patient and the doctor is essential for the next step in treatment. Previously, when Qian was treating a similar condition for an employee at Yu Minglang’s place, it was only after both sides opened up to each other that treatment began.

This typical case of terminal ’straight man cancer’, Qian knows that no matter how much effort she puts in, they won’t trust her. Since it won’t achieve the desired effect, it’s better to change doctors.

"Don’t you dare tell anyone, if you do, I... I won’t let you off!" The principal pointed at Qian’s nose, withdrew from the room, and almost collided with someone.

The principal looked back and saw a man in a white casual outfit behind her, his age indiscernible but exuding elegance and a great presence.

The principal’s heart skipped a beat, and the man flashed her a brilliant smile. The middle-aged principal even blushed slightly, stole several glances at him, then glared at Qian before turning to leave.

"Did you make an appointment?" Qian asked while tidying up the medical records. Although the treatment didn’t go through, she still needed to organize the records for other doctors later—although Qian didn’t think the principal would return.

"I didn’t make an appointment; can we chat for a bit?" The man’s voice was pleasant, as he sat on the chair opposite Qian.

"Go make an appointment, and then go next door. I’m getting off work soon." Qian finished organizing the records and was planning to leave quickly. Who knows when that odd professor would show up?

Better not get caught. Although Qian usually finds a way to leave a bad first impression, if the teacher finds out, Mr. Liu would definitely not let her go easily.

So escaping is the best option~

"There’s a child living in my heart, just think of me as a child."

Hearing this, Qian couldn’t help but look up, squinting at the man sitting opposite while adjusting her glasses.

"Have I met you before?"

"Restaurant, daughter-in-law red wine, crab roe buns."

"Ah! It’s you!" Qian suddenly remembered.

Before, she had received a very strange bottle as a gift from a restaurant owner that looked exactly like an antique bottle she had gotten in a past life, which made Qian feel uneasy. The next day, she had Yu Minglang send it over. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"How did the wine taste? Are you already married?" The man glanced at Qian’s wedding ring and asked with a smile.

"Wine?"

"Yes, the huadiao wine I gave you that you’re supposed to drink on your wedding night—’phoenixes flying together in harmony and marital bliss for a hundred years’. I told you, we drink huadiao wine when we marry off a daughter."

"I had my husband send that wine back to you; didn’t you receive it?"

What’s going on?

Yu Minglang had carried the bottle over the next day and come back empty-handed!

The man smiled gently, "No, I haven’t received it. Tell him to hand it over; it’s a gift for both of you, he can’t keep it all to himself."

"Um... may I ask, why did you gift me something so precious?"

"Precious? I don’t think so. An object’s value is because of the person who likes it. If you like it, it’s an antique, a fine old wine. If you dislike it, it’s just a junk bottle with some donkey pee. I found you pleasing, so I gave it to you."

Hearing the man’s answer, Qian was initially taken aback, and then calmly replied.

"Oh, if you have more such ’junk’ bottles at home, you can pass them on to me."

"Haha, alright, if you like them, I’ll give them all to you." The man readily agreed.

Qian still couldn’t determine what was up with this man—was he straightforward or mentally unwell? She’d never seen anyone treat antiques as junk giveaways, and she thought about what mental conditions could lead a person to give things away at random.

"Do you often feel blocked in your heart or exceptionally anxious?"

The first thing that came to Qian’s mind was anxiety disorder. Patients experiencing this sometimes give away random things to alleviate anxiety.

"Haha!" The man laughed, as if treating himself as a patient, which he found adorable.

"What’s so funny? How’s your sleep quality?"

"Aren’t you getting off work? And I haven’t made an appointment yet."

"My husband misplaced your wine, so since I’ve received your gift, I’ll offer you a free consultation. Please answer my questions. Why did you come here? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

While Qian spoke, she glanced outside to check if any of his family members had come along. Most people who visit a psychiatrist are accompanied by family, and some are even tricked into coming by their family.

"I came alone. My family has left me."

"Mm, then?" Qian noted this, intending to use it for her analysis of the condition. Actually, she wanted to pry and see if this guy had any connection to the weird note on the bottle from her past life. Was the identical bottle just a coincidence or a conspiracy?

"There’s a child living in my heart." The man clutched his chest with a sorrowful expression.

"Do you feel as if you can’t grow up?"

"No. There used to be a very cute child here, but I lost her. Since then, she’s been living in my heart."

Qian was stunned upon hearing this, "Have you lost... your child?"

"I lost her."

The man’s sorrowful tone instantly awakened the numbing pain that had been sleeping inside Qian for years. She put down her pen, an inexplicable anxiety rising within her. This room had no faucet, and she couldn’t wash her hands.

She believed what the man said because this kind of pain, which only parents can understand, had already deeply infected Qian.

"Are you feeling unwell?" The man asked with concern, seeing Qian suddenly in distress.

"It’s nothing... I just need to wash my hands later. Sorry, Xuan—I remember your name is Xuan, right? I can’t help you with your problem at the moment. I’m not in a good state today. Can you leave me your contact information? I’ll find a skilled psychologist to help you."

Qian felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Had she still not moved on?

For a long time, she thought she was dulling the pain, gradually returning to normal. Why did encountering this man make her seem to have a relapse immediately?

She found it hard to concentrate now.

"No other doctor can cure me, only you can. I’ll leave you my number. Contact me when you feel better. I’ll be waiting for you."

"...It’s useless, maybe you’ll wait a lifetime." Qian was in a particularly foul mood.

She had just told the principal that the human brain is not strong enough to suppress some events from happening, and it turned out to be true for her as well.

No matter how normal she pretended to be, hitting that spot would still make her uncomfortable.

This obsessive-compulsive disorder was going to be with her for life; she might never be able to take on cases of this type in her lifetime.

"Believe me, it won’t take that long." Xuan wrote a series of numbers on a piece of paper.

Qian stored the number, still thinking about going back to ask the teacher for help, feeling she had failed.

"Mr. Qio? Mr. Qio, where are you?" The voice from outside reached them, causing Qian and Xuan to react differently.