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Shen Junwei, who was kicking on the wall, looked in the direction of the door in disgust when he heard the sound.

Seeing the face of the man, the disgust in Shen Junwei's eyes disappeared quite a bit, but he was still extremely furious.

Fan Xing smiled at him and walked over to the water dispenser, bringing him a cup of warm water.

Shen Junwei didn't want to drink it, so he subconsciously wanted to throw it away.

His heart was in turmoil, and he only wanted to destroy everything.

Fan Xing knew that he was feeling agitated at the moment. He raised his hand and stopped him calmly, "What's wrong with the water cup?

The hand that was raised, was slowly pulled back. Shen Junwei actually heard her words, and obediently put down the cup.

However, his mood was still very bad. He could not suppress his irritation.

Fan Xing tried to console that restless heart of his. She knew that at this very moment, she absolutely could not mention anything related to her father.

"Let me tell you a story, okay?"

Fan Xing's voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of sunshine within her gentleness.

He liked her voice, like a cool spring wind, caressing every inch of skin.

Shen Junwei was silent for a moment, then said uncomfortably: "Why do you keep telling me stories?"

The last time she had told him her story on the bridge, he had felt sorry for her. Perhaps it was his empathy, but he had no desire to go against her.

Fan Xing tried his best not to laugh so slyly, and treated her like a child. Her eyes were filled with tolerance and doting, "I will only tell you myself."

Her soft voice entered Shen Junwei's ears, causing his expression to turn strange.

Fan Xing thought that he was shocked by his own words. He stuck out his tongue and continued with his earlier topic, "A long time ago, in a village, any elderly person who had passed the age of fifty would be sent to live in the mountains by their own child.

Shen Junwei frowned, he was a little puzzled, but he did not interrupt her.

Fan Xing had been paying attention to the change in his expression the entire time, and seeing that he did not resist, he continued to speak.

"There is a family in the village. The son and mother are very close. The mother is very capable and the daughter-in-law takes good care of the mother. When my mother was fifty years old, she, like the other elders, proposed to go up the mountain. My son tried to persuade her, but my mother stayed behind, but due to age, she gradually became weaker, and many times, her body became inconvenient, causing burdens for the family. My daughter-in-law no longer served her like before, and sometimes she even secretly said some words to despise my mother, when my mother was sixty, she brought up the mountain again, and my son wanted to persuade her again, but my mother insisted on going, so my son could only bear the pain of sending her up … "

As he spoke of his mother, an unforgettable pain flashed through Shen Junwei's eyes.

Fan Xing successfully caught the pain that flashed past his eyes.

She calmly told the rest of the story.

"After the mother came up the mountain, the son lived every day in guilt and self-blame, and at midnight, when the mother was young, she cupped the loving face in her hands. His son really couldn't bear to part with his mother. Two days later, he still went to the mountain, but his mother was sitting in the skull hole, starving to death. She was holding something in her hand, and his son picked it up and saw that it was a picture of the whole family. "My son cried until he realized how much my mother loved him."

Shen Junwei clenched his fists tightly and used all his might to restrain his emotions that were about to burst out.

He started to feel sad for the same reason.

His mother had endured humiliation for him. Even though she lived in the dark every day, she had never thought of giving up.

She did her best to give herself the best life, and he could feel her love for him, even if it didn't go as she wished.

Fan Xing slowed his speech and spoke in a gentler and more comfortable voice, "Mother will be abandoned when she is old, and even be abandoned by this society. At that time, no one will be willing to help her other than you, do you have the heart to let her live the rest of her life by herself?"

She took two steps forward, raised her hand, and lightly patted his shoulder. "Be strong. She, only you."

After hearing Fan Xing's story, as well as her persuasion and encouragement, Shen Junwei gradually calmed down.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you know, in the past decade or so, I don't know when I've completely fallen into despair?"

"Everyone says that as long as we are alive, everything will slowly improve. However, no one has ever told me that the process of improving is so long."

It was as if he had walked on a long, lonely path by himself. The end couldn't be seen even when he looked on.

Fan Xing's eyes turned sour, as if he had something stuck in his throat.

Can you treat this child who has never been treated well by life?

Suppressing his complicated emotions, Fan Xing patted him on the shoulder, "Handsome, your life is actually very long. The path you are walking on right now is only a small section of the road in your life.

She had always believed that life would not abandon anyone.

When a man lives in a ravine, he will struggle his way up, and one day he will break out of his cage and look down into the abyss.

Fan Xing's words knocked on Shen Junwei's heart again and again, almost completely shattering the wall that he had built with great difficulty.

Man is an emotional animal, and when he opens his heart to talk about his difficulties, dependence arises.

Shen Junwei looked at Fan Xing deeply, the meaning in his eyes hard to discern.

Fan Xing wanted to leave some time for him to think about it. Many things could be said a hundred times by others, but if he himself could not figure it out, then everything would be in vain.

She turned to leave.

Shen Junwei suddenly thought back to the story she had told him on the bridge that day about the man she liked.

He asked, "You said that you liked a man. What happened to you and him afterwards?"

Unexpectedly he asked this, Fan Xing was startled, then smiled and said: "I waited for him."

Shen Junwei felt unexplainably sad, as though something was missing in his heart.

He was silent for a long time before he finally raised his eyes and looked at her, saying seriously, "Congratulations."

Fan Xing smiled and replied: "Thank you."

She turned and left.

Outside the ward, Mother Shen and Shen Zilin sat on the resting chair in the corridor.

Mama Shen had stopped crying, but her eyes were still a little red.

Seeing Fan Xing coming out, Mother Shen hurriedly went forward to welcome him.

"Dr. Fan, my son, how is he?"

Fan Xing comforted her softly, "Don't worry, he has basically calmed down."

The rock in her heart finally fell to the ground. Mama Shen let out a light breath, but her heart was still worried. She nervously asked, "Can I go in and see him?"

"Wait a while before going in. Give him some time, let him go slowly."

Fan Xing stopped his mother from speaking any further. He wanted some time to think and digest the information Fan Xing had just told him.

Shen Jingbin's mother nodded. All her hopes were placed on the therapist. As long as her son could be cured, she would do whatever they asked of her.

Shen Zilin walked up and comforted her mother a little, reassuring her so that she wouldn't worry too much.

Then, she turned to Fan Xing and said, "Miss Fan, thank you for troubling you today."

Fan Xing glanced at her, his expression indifferent: "You're welcome."

This was her responsibility.

The family of the patient trusted her, so they entrusted the patient to her. She had to put her full effort into treating every patient to gain this trust.

After saying a few things that he should be careful of, Fan Xing looked at the closed door of the ward, then turned and left.

When she returned to the clinic, Jiang Ke had just finished treating a patient.

When the patient left the office, he put away the patient's case, raised his head and looked at Fan Xing: "How is Shen Junwei?"

Fan Xing went to the water dispenser to pour himself a cup of water. After drinking half a cup in one go, he took a deep breath and said: "My emotions have stabilized."

Jiang Ke nodded his head, and said gently: "That's good, thank you."

If Shen Junwei didn't dislike him that much, he should have gone in and talked to the patient.

Jiang Ke felt a little guilty, but he suddenly thought of something and reminded Fan Xing: "Oh yeah, someone just called you."

In the morning, after returning back to the office, Fan Xing placed her phone on the table. Everything happened so suddenly, so when she ran over, she did not bring her phone.

Fan Xing took his water cup and returned to his seat. He took out the phone that was pressed under the information and opened it. A missed call and a short message as a reminder all came from Wen Yiyan.