C6

Sitting in the chair, Ms. Luo looked like a kite with its string cut, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Professor Chen Xi pushed a cup of warm water to Ms. Luo's side. She grabbed the cup and gulped down a large mouthful.

Fan Xing returned back to the side of Professor Chen Xi and sat down silently, looking sympathetically at Ms. Luo whose eyes were extremely swollen.

Ms. Luo raised her shoulders and looked at Fan Xing coldly and disdainfully.

"Stop looking at me like that, I feel disgusted."

Fan Xing pursed his lips, but did not say anything.

She understood that psychiatrists were most afraid of mood swings during their sessions.

Professor Chen Xi lightly patted Fan Xing's clasped hands.

Turning to the patient with a smile, she said, "Ms. Camel, your husband is not here. You can sincerely express what you are thinking."

Ms. Luo slumped her shoulders and began to narrate without reservation. She would experience postpartum depression.

She originally gave birth to a daughter three months ago, but her husband's patriarchal thinking was very serious.

In the past three months, Grandma had changed from caring for her to making things difficult for her.

She confided her inner distress to her husband. Initially, he was still able to patiently console her, but slowly, whenever she complained, her husband would beat her up.

After saying these words, Ms. Luo burst into tears, like a frosted eggplant, not knowing what to say.

Chen Xi slightly tilted his chair backwards, indicating for Fan Xing to guide the female patient.

Fan Xing poured some water into the cup for the female patient.

She handed him a tissue and said slowly, "Thank you, Ms. Luo, for being willing to confide in us. We will help you in the future."

The woman gulped down another large cup of water. Suddenly, she choked and coughed. The water in the glass was not stable and spilled onto the clothes on her arm.

Fan Xing stepped forward to help wipe away the blood, but was slapped away by the female patient.

"Help me?"

As the woman spoke, she rolled up her wet sleeves. The bruises and bruises on her pure white skin were especially obvious.

She suddenly let out a cold harrumph, and fiercely grabbed Fan Xing's shoulders.

"When you experienced a life and death situation where you gave birth to your daughter, yet were cursed at and rolled in the eyes of a family, and were often beaten up, can you still say that you want to help me? I want to die, do you want to help me?! "

Fan Xing could not care about the pain coming from his shoulder, and stood in place.

Professor Chen Xi stood up and looked at the female patient.

"Ms. Camel, do you want me to invite your husband in?"

The female patient trembled and immediately stopped trembling.

She was afraid of her husband.

The person he once loved the most, the person he feared the most now.

She released both of her hands from Fan Xing's shoulders, and started to wail.

After Professor Chen Xi pulled Fan Xing back, he continued to speak to the female patient. "If you die, what will happen to your daughter who is three months old?"

The female patient asked in a hoarse voice, "Then what should I do? What else can I do? "

Fan Xing saw the fear and unease in the woman's eyes and his heart felt as if it was pressed down by a boulder.

Prof. Chen began to guide the female patient to calm down and slowly propose a solution.

"Cough cough", when Professor Chen Xi passed the case to Fan Xing, she finally regained her senses and began recording the treatment.

Slightly exhausted, Fan Xing filed the last patient treatment record and went back home after changing his clothes.

who had returned home was startled, because she discovered that Wen Yiyan was already dressed in his pajamas and was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Hubby, why did you come home so early today?" Fan Xing asked suspiciously.

Wen Yiyan looked at Fan Xing's muddle-headed appearance and said indifferently: "It's you who came back too late today."