"Hmph!" Shi Miao didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, took the kettle to fetch water, turned and left without looking at him.
Naturally, Ling Xuanhan didn't argue anymore and went to his son's ward.
Because Cheng Jiuyuan was a well-known psychiatrist, Ling Xuanhan brought his son to their hospital to see a psychiatrist this time.
Although Ling Chenchen is only five years old, he suffers from severe autism.
Ling Xuanhan tried various methods, but none worked.
Unable to untie the child's knot, I can only take him to see a psychiatrist.
When Ling Xuanhan walked into the ward, Cheng Jiuyuan had just finished chatting with Ling Chenchen.
"Mr. Ling, you came just in time. The child is hungry, go get him something to eat." Cheng Jiuyuan said to Ling Xuanhan.
Hearing this, Ling Xuanhan was extremely happy in his heart, because Ling Chenchen never took the initiative to say that he was hungry, and usually things were brought to him, and he would not even eat if he was asked to eat.
It is this kind of autism that makes Ling Xuanhan start to go on a diet, which makes Ling Xuanhan worry that he will starve himself to death.
Now, he even took the initiative to say that he wanted to eat!
This change naturally made Ling Xuanhan happy.
"Okay, I'll get it right away!" Ling Xuanhan said a little excitedly.
After speaking, he turned around and left.
"Hey, wait." Cheng Jiuyuan stopped him again.
Ling Xuanhan stopped in his tracks: "Doctor Cheng, what else can I order?"
"You should ask him first what he wants to eat." Cheng Jiuyuan reminded.
Only then did Ling Xuanhan suddenly realize, and he returned to the hospital bed and asked Ling Chenchen: "Chenchen, what do you want to eat?"
Ling Chenchen glanced at Ling Xuanhan timidly with immature eyes, and said weakly, "Claypot rice."
"Okay, I'll get it for you right away." Ling Xuanhan left excitedly.
Cheng Jiuyuan looked at Ling Chenchen appreciatively: "Chenchen has learned to communicate, which is a good thing."
Ling Chenchen shook his head, hugged his legs, buried his head between his legs, and didn't speak.
He looked like this, obviously lacking a sense of security around him, a serious lack of security.
Cheng Jiuyuan talked to him for a while, although he was always talking to himself, but he knew that the child was listening to him.
After a while, Ling Xuanhan came back, opened the claypot rice, and fed Ling Chenchen himself.
Ling Chenchen took a bite of Ling Xuanhan's food to save face.
After taking only one bite, he frowned immaturely and forced himself to chew a few times, then he couldn't stand it anymore and spit out the food.
"What's the matter, is it very hot?" Seeing him like this, Ling Xuanhan asked worriedly.
Ling Chenchen just shook his head, didn't speak, and curled himself into a ball again.
Ling Xuanhan cleaned up the food he spit out, took another spoonful, blew it, and after making sure it wasn't too hot, he handed it to Ling Chenchen's mouth again: "It's not hot this time, eat and see."
Ling Chenchen shook his head, shrinking back his small body, obviously refusing.
Ling Xuanhan frowned, and the demeanor around him also became serious.
Cheng Jiuyuan was watching from the side, seeing that something was wrong, he hurriedly came forward to rescue him: "Mr. Ling, please go out for a while, let me feed him."
Ling Xuanhan looked at Jiuyuan, then at Ling Chenchen, he was about to shrink himself into a ball.
For such a son, Ling Xuanhan has nothing to do.
I had to hand over the meal to Cheng Jiuyuan, and he went out.
Cheng Jiuyuan was holding a job bowl, just like Ling Xuanhan just now, sitting beside Ling Chenchen's bed, looking at him with concern: "Chenchen, let's do a multiple-choice question, shall we?"
Ling Chenchen didn't speak.
Cheng Jiuyuan asked a question: "Why did you vomit the food just now? A, it's because the food is not tasty. B, it's because your father feeds you and you don't want to eat it. C, you suddenly aren't hungry anymore."
After talking about the options, Cheng Jiuyuan looked at him seriously and asked him to answer.