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Fan Xing was so shocked that she dropped her spoon into the porridge. She patted her chest and said, "Why is there no sound from your walking?

"You ran out alone at three in the morning, how come you don't know how to be scared?"

Although Wen Yiyan's voice was weak, he spoke each word slowly.

How could she care so much when her emotions were on the rise? Although she was a psychologist, she had loved him for ten years … Unable to bear the disappointment, he couldn't help but do something stupid.

She knew she was being impulsive, but she was determined not to admit it now. "You mean my fault?"

He stared at her. "It's okay for you to run out and vent your anger, but why don't you answer my phone?"

Fan Xing knew that it would be inappropriate not to pick up the phone, but now that her emotions were above her reason, she stared coldly at Wen Yiyan, "If I don't pick up the phone, it's naturally because I don't want to pick up the phone.

Wen Yiyan still wanted to say something, but his chest rose up and down violently as he let out a dry cough.

Fan Xing pushed Wen Yiyan out of the kitchen. "You, as a patient, hurry up and go, don't spread the virus here."

Wen Yiyan staggered as he was pushed away, "My temperature has dropped quite a bit."

"Then go and test it with a thermal probe. You won't be able to enter the kitchen until your temperature drops back to normal."

Fan Xing said as he pushed Wen Yiyan away.

When she finished cooking the dishes and was about to take them out, Wen Yiyan entered again.

"It's down."

Wen Yiyan raised the thermometer in his hand, with a harmless look on his face.

Fan Xing was stunned. This guy actually had such a silly side to him.

Could it be that he had gone insane because of the excessive fever?

Fan Xing took the thermometer and looked at it, then said: "Lower your head and let me touch it."

The cute Wen Yiyan obediently bowed her head down.

Fan Xing probed his forehead, yes, it was not that hot anymore.

Then, when Fan Xing wanted to retract his hand, he was caught by him.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was hoarse, but his expression was very dark as he gazed at her. "Promise me you won't leave here alone in the future."

"Why should I?"

Wen Yiyan, who was not satisfied with hearing the answer, held Fan Xing's hand even more tightly.

He suppressed his displeasure. "Do you want to share a room with another man?"

He had several surgeries over the past few days, and last night he hadn't slept at all. He had searched the entire world for her, going to the open internet cafe, the Game Hall, everywhere she liked, searching for food in case she was hungry, searching for nearby restaurants that were still open, especially the fast food restaurant.

But not even that.

She only had two legs, so how could she run so far?

However, this was not the most important thing. This foolish woman was actually with another man and was even drunk … Just thinking about it made him angry.

Fan Xing curled her lips, looking down on his question, "That's my freedom."

"You are my wife."

"Yes, a wife in name is also a wife."

The veins on Wen Yiyan's neck continuously bulged, as if about to bleed if he wasn't careful.

He really had the urge to seal her mouth, so that it would no longer be noisy.

Yet he did it.

Fan Xing's pupils instantly enlarged. How could he still kiss her?

Wen Yiyan pinched her chin and fiercely bit her lips.

When Fan Xing struggled to break free, he himself found it hard to believe.

How could he, who had never spoken a word about happiness or anger, be unable to control his emotions?

Fan Xing wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his heart thumping loudly, trying to hide his guilt. "You bastard, you want to pass on the virus to me?"

After she finished speaking, she wanted to pick up the pot of porridge, but Wen Yiyan had snatched it away first.

She snorted and picked up two dishes and followed him.

After she placed the dishes down, Wen Yiyan also prepared the cutlery.

When they sat down to eat their porridge, the two of them were speechless.

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

Fan Xing, who had been silently drinking the porridge with his head lowered, wished to finish the porridge as quickly as possible before returning to his room.

Unfortunately, the porridge was too hot, so she accidentally got scalded.

"Since the taste of the porridge is so good, no one will fight with you for it."

Fan Xing raised his head and glared at the man who was drinking the porridge leisurely.

After painstakingly cooking for so long, she was even rejected in the end. She reached out her hand to take back the man's bowl. "Do you like it or not?"

I'm a patient, are you going to let me starve? "" No.

This man in front of her had given her a perfect explanation of what it meant to be a good person even after getting a bargain.

How come he didn't realise that Yue Yang looked like a ruffian in the past? Fan Xing gnashed his teeth as he quickly ate the food, not saying a word.

The man's eyes slightly moved, "I was once together with Shen Zilin," he paused for a moment, then observed Fan Xing's expression, "But I have never had any feelings for her."

Fan Xing didn't even look up, "Oh."

Wen Yiyan was really incompetent when it came to explaining, so he chose a few convincing words that he thought were feasible — —

"I haven't seen her for years. After graduate school, she stayed at school and I chose to return home."

Fan Xing continued to eat his small dishes expressionlessly, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with her.

The woman still had a smelly face on her face, giving Wen Yiyan a headache, causing him to not know how to continue the topic.

In the past, he had been on the side of rejection. He had felt that he had done the right thing, that he could not love her, that he could not love her, that the moral line was always there, so it did not matter.

Now that he was rejected, he realized how hard it was to please someone.

"I... "We forgot what happened and lived well, eh?"

Fan Xing was silent for a long time, then said in a muffled voice, with an almost inaudible grunt, "Eat it first."

The man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she didn't refute his words.

After the meal, Fan Xing wanted to clean up the tableware, so he took the initiative to clean it up. As Fan Xing thought that he was a patient, he pushed him aside, "Let me do it."

He held her hand, and his warm hand rested on hers. He took the chopsticks from her hand and said, "You haven't slept much either. Go rest."

Seeing that, Fan Xing did not argue with him, but just as he walked two steps, he thought of something, he stopped and said: Your department's people have come to find you, I helped you ask for a leave of absence.

She did not have to work during the weekend, but Wen Yiyan was busy, so she had to be on duty on Saturday sometimes.

The man replied with no emotion. After he was chased out of the kitchen by her, he had already looked at his phone and knew that she had taken a leave of absence. "Go rest."

Fan Xing nodded his head, then turned and left.

She actually had something important to take care of as well.

Fan Xing entered the study room and studied the case of the hallucinatory female patient who was hospitalized again. He realised that this case was indeed quite troublesome to deal with, no wonder even the Prof. Chen had a headache.

Without realizing it, it was already midnight. The door to the study was knocked open.

The man lowered his voice and said, "It's time to sleep."

"I'm not done yet."

Wen Yiyan came over to Fan Xing's side and took the book out from her hands, "I'll read it after I wake up, my brain needs a rest right now."

Fan Xing narrowed his eyes, "You, this patient, you still have the nerve to teach me a lesson?"

Wen Yiyan placed his forehead close to Fan Xing's, "Can you feel it? I'm basically better now."

In the instant of contact, Fan Xing was startled, she lowered her eyes, then turned and got up to return to her room.

Wen Yiyan looked at her petite figure, the corners of his mouth curled up, as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not.

Fan Xing who had just turned off the light and lied down received a message on WeChat: What's the situation now?

Looking at the name, it was from Lin Sichun.

She replied: Everything is fine. This time, it's really thanks to your help. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can also find me.

Lin Sichun replied with a mischievous emoji.

The next morning.

Fan Xing who had just stepped out of his room discovered that the dining table had already been set for breakfast.

Fan Xing took a seat opposite of Wen Yiyan as they ate their breakfast in an unusually quiet manner.

Fan Xing lowered his head and studied the patient's information, making it difficult for him to interrupt.

However, he still took the documents from her and said, "Have a good breakfast."

Fan Xing did not resist, he only swallowed his breakfast silently.

After breakfast, Fan Xing prepared to head out to the mental hospital.

Wen Yiyan picked up his briefcase and picked up Fan Xing's information kit, "I'll give it to you."

Fan Xing took out the information kit he had under his arm, "No need."

After saying that, he opened the door and left without looking back.

Wen Yiyan, who was in the room, pursed his lips, and stood in place looking at her back.

It was as if he had felt something secretly changing, but he was unable to grasp onto it.

Returning to the mental hospital, Fan Xing found that Jiang Ke had already changed his clothes and was sitting in front of his desk, focusing all of his attention on something.

She greeted him, "Good morning, Senior Brother."

"Morning."

Jiang Ke raised his head and nodded to Fan Xing, his voice was hoarse.

Fan Xing placed his bag in his usual spot, "Senior Brother, why do I hear your voice? Is there an inflammation of the throat?"

Jiang Ke touched his adam's apple and cleared his throat, "Un, my throat started to become inflamed after the fever started up, I will only take care of myself for a few days."

"You can use the fat sea to soak in water. The effect of the water is quite good."

Jiang Ke thanked Fan Xing, who nodded at him before bringing a stack of information to his side.

"Senior brother, I've found some information on hysteria. I've found something in common …"

Before he even went into the Rest House to change into his white gown, Fan Xing had already started talking nonstop about cases with Jiang Ke.

After explaining her thoughts, she asked Jiang Ke, "Senior Brother, do you think that the common point I analyzed is correct?"

"You can get this in the cases you've collected, but they're far from enough for hysteria, and we need to analyze them in conjunction with Ms. Wei's clinical symptoms."

Fan Xing nodded his head, thinking that Senior Brother Jiang Ke was indeed more reliable than her.

The man's hoarse voice sounded once again, "If we agree with your point of view, we can then ask Professor Chen Xi for his follow-up treatment."

No wonder the Prof. Chen kept asking her to consult Jiang Ke. Once she focused on the case studies, her senior would be even more knowledgeable than her.

She chuckled, "Thank you senior brother, I will continue to observe the patient's condition."

Jiang Ke looked at Fan Xing who looked like he was on stimulants, a strange feeling swept past his heart.

He was very curious about this Junior Sister. Why was she so hot-blooded every day? Did she not have any worries at all?

Glancing at Fan Xing who was about to enter the resting room and change into a white coat, he casually tied up his hair and could not help but be absent-minded for a moment.

The sound of Fan Xing's door closing pulled Jiang Ke back from his thoughts.

He saw a swift and decisive figure appear within the office.