Zhang Mingzhu sat in a taxi and looked at the flying scenery outside the window, feeling confused.

She hasn't been in love with her eyes since last night and has not been mentally prepared to face her husband.

In her opinion, this road leading to Aoyama Hospital is more like a one-way road leading to hell.

Memories surged into her mind, and she remembered the time when she first met Qian Shucheng. At that time, she never thought that she would marry this nerd.

Qian Shucheng treats her very well and can be said to be the representative of her model husband.

She once tried to make herself fall in love with Qian Shucheng, but she couldn't do it.

She felt guilty about this. The better Qian Shucheng treats her, the deeper the guilt, and in the end, it turns into resentment.

She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but when she decided to let Qian Shucheng die for her, she actually felt a sense of relief.

What happens when Qian Shucheng sees her? Curses? Hits her? She doesn't know.

She only knew one thing, these were all bitter fruits she had made herself. Only she swallowed them silently, and no one could help her.

"Sister, here."

The taxi driver stopped the car outside the hospital.

I got out of the car with a nervous mood, looked up at the hospital gate, stopped for a while before going up and knocking on the door.

Fei Nan met her in the clinic she had just cleaned up.

According to his request, the nurses cleaned up a utility room, moved the sofa from the dean's office, added a table, and made a simple medical treatment room.

"It's pretty smart."

Seeing her coming, Fernan nodded slightly.

Seeing Fei Nan wearing a brand new white coat sitting behind the table, Zhang Mingzhu was nervous, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Ah... Where is Ah Cheng?"

“It’ll be here soon.”

Fei Nan glanced at the map and as soon as he finished speaking, the nurse knocked on the door of the clinic.

Dongdong!

The door opened, and the nurse helped Qian Shucheng walk in.

Seeing Qian Shucheng's appearance, Zhang Mingzhu raised her hand to cover her mouth, her feet softened, and she sat down on the sofa.

The last time she came to Qian Shucheng, it was more than three months ago.

Qian Shucheng in front of her was a lot thinner than when she came that time. She was skinny and had many more white hair, as if she was aged in her teenage years.

Qian Shucheng had no expression on his face, looked up at her with a calm gaze.

But when he met his gaze, Zhang Mingzhu seemed to be burned, turned her head in panic, then reacted and hurriedly came forward to support him.

"Acheng..."

She cried out, sobbing.

"Go and invite Dr. Liu over."

After waved his hand, Fenan said to nurse.

The discharge application requires the signature and approval of the two attending physicians, and Fernan alone doesn't count.

"Acheng!"

Zhang Mingzhu pulled Qian Shucheng's sleeve and begged, but Qian Shucheng was like a wooden stake, allowing her to pull it without moving.

"Dr. Liang."

Dr. Liu opened the door with the record book and saw Qian Shucheng and Zhang Mingzhu.

"Ms. Zhang? Are you here to see Qian Shucheng?"

Dr. Liu greeted Zhang Mingzhu. Before Fei Nan came, Qian Shucheng was also his patient. He also knew about Qian Shucheng's situation and had met Zhang Mingzhu before.

"Dr. Liu."

Zhang Mingzhu nodded awkwardly, looked at Fei Nan, and then said, "I'm here to complete the discharge procedures for Acheng."

“Discharge?”

Dr. Liu looked at Fei Nan with some confusion: "Qian Shucheng is going to be discharged from the hospital? Why don't I know?"

Fernan handed him the records of the morning and Qian Shucheng's diagnosis and treatment process and said: "His condition has improved. I think his self-care ability has returned to normal. As long as he maintains medication, he can be discharged from the hospital."

"Nothing!"

Dr. Liu frowned and said, "You clearly know that he was last night..."

As he said that, he suddenly stopped and glanced at Zhang Mingzhu.

"You mean he committed suicide?"

Fenan shook his head and said, "Don't take Ms. Zhang, she probably hopes that Qian Shucheng will die more than anyone else."

suicide?

Zhang Mingzhu looked at Qian Shucheng beside her in shock, with an inexplicable expression in her eyes.

Looking at her complicated expression, Qian Shucheng finally had a hint of anger on his face. He glared at Zhang Mingzhu and suddenly said, "Doctor Liu, I didn't commit suicide last night, I just went upstairs to get some breath."

"It's not your business."

Dr. Liu scolded and waved to Fei Nan: "Dr. Liang, come out with me."

Fei Nan stepped forward and patted Qian Shucheng on the shoulder, glanced at Zhang Mingzhu lightly, and came outside the door of the treatment room with Dr. Liu.

"Doctor Liang, do you know what you are doing?"

Dr. Liu frowned and stared at him: "You have only been working for two days and are about to discharge a patient. You are doing this to harm him!"

"Doctor Liu, listen to me."

Fernan explained: "I have found the cause of Qian Shucheng and have given medical treatment, and his problem has been solved."

"You said it was solved and it was solved? Do you know what was going on? You said it was cured? Has it been confirmed after even a month of observation?"

Dr. Liu said regretfully: "Doctor Liang, I can understand your desire to solve the problem of patients, but as doctors, the first thing we must do is to be responsible for the patients..."

Fernan had long expected that he would not agree so easily and was prepared for it.

Just as he was about to explain the situation to him, Fenan suddenly stopped talking and carefully observed Dr. Liu's expression.

When Dr. Liu said what he said just now, his hand movements increased significantly, and his palms were mostly outward, which meant that he had objections to the topic being discussed and was very resistant.

"Dr. Liu."

Fernan stared at him and suddenly asked, "Do you think Qian Shucheng's illness is not cured?"

"certainly!"

Dr. Liu looked at him and asked, "He had lost control once yesterday and had a tendency to commit suicide. Do you know how dangerous it would cause to let him be discharged from the hospital rashly?"

Fernan noticed that he swallowed twice in this short sentence, which was abnormal.

In cognitive therapy, observing micro-expressions is also a skill that doctors need to master. Fernan has only seen some information provided by the system, but he did not expect to use it.

"You know what the real cause of Qian Shucheng is, right?"

Fernan looked at him and suddenly asked again.

Dr. Liu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Of course I know that I have signed his diagnosis. I have a typical paranoia. Do you have any objections?"

He stared at Fernan and frowned.

Looking at his appearance, Fernan gradually had some speculations.

"When a person lies, his pupils will dilate and his eyes will stare at the other party to confirm whether the other party believes his lie..."

Fei Nan picked up his arms, looked at Dr. Liu and said, "Do you know what the illusions Qian Shucheng saw are, right?"

Dr. Liu opened his mouth, shook his hand, and said angrily: "It's unreasonable! Are you questioning my major?"

Unreasonable?

Fei Nan's expression moved, and he suddenly realized that when he first saw Qian Shucheng, Qian Shucheng was muttering four unreasonable words in his mouth.

"Dr. Liu..."
Chapter completed!