Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 45

After listening to Dr. Bai, Ling Xi took the forms and nodded seriously. Before leaving the office, she asked cautiously, “Dr. Bai, is my condition getting better or worse now?”

Bai Yuan rested her chin on her hand, maintaining her warm smile: “Better than before is good, but our goal is to get better and better until complete recovery.”

With Ling Xi’s current understanding, Bai Yuan intentionally used ambiguous language to talk in circles.

“Right, right, right, what you said is absolutely right!” As expected, Ling Xi broke into a bright smile upon hearing her reply, believing her condition was now under control, and happily left the office.

Soon, Xiao Mo seamlessly pushed the door open and entered. Fearing that Ling Xi might be eavesdropping outside, he closed the door, deliberately paused for a few seconds, and then walked confidently to the desk to ask, “How is it, Dr. Bai? Ling Xi’s situation is much better, right?”

Bai Yuan didn’t answer directly. Instead, she stood up to pour a cup of water for Xiao Mo. Typically, such an opening suggested the situation was not optimistic: “Don’t drop your guard. The mental state you observe in Ling Xi daily is likely a manifestation of false recovery.”

“The pathological euphoria is quite obvious. This is an adverse reaction caused by the sudden, cliff-like discontinuation of medication after long-term use had produced side effects.”

“Stopping the medication also led to her experiencing long-term nightmares and convulsions, triggering intermittent emotional anxiety. This is accompanied by physical symptoms such as headaches and dizziness.”

“To summarize, ‘roller-coaster’ emotional changes are not a good sign. Therefore, you must supervise her to take her medication on time and attend regular follow-up appointments.”

“Additionally, she mentioned that someone is pursuing her recently, and she still exhibits an overly sensitive and resistant attitude towards relationship issues. I personally hope she can begin a positive romantic relationship to achieve an auxiliary therapeutic effect.”

— Strange Divider (1) —

Like a dream of early spring disturbed by someone, the woman, deeply embedded in the soft bed, let out a moan of displeasure mixed with enjoyment.

In the dream, the white python was handsome and delicate, twisting its body and slithering up her ankle, seemingly anticipating and seeking the woman’s response.

The warm, moist breath of the snake’s tongue brushed over every inch of her taut skin, and the snake’s body created a cool, tingling sensation as it passed.

It was a complex feeling of alternating stimulation of heat and rationale, making one crave more, unwilling to stop.

— You’ll understand after reading this chapter —

After listening to Bai Yuan’s explanation and taking the offered cup, Xiao Mo swallowed somewhat helplessly: “No wonder she’s always crying for no reason… like a little crybaby.”

Hearing Xiao Mo’s soft mutter, Bai Yuan sat back in her chair and recorded this situation that Ling Xi had not mentioned, reminding him, “The series of emotional expressions—euphoria, anxiety, crying, sensitivity, resistance, and low mood—changing and alternating in a short period is not something Ling Xi is doing deliberately; it’s something she can’t control. So, you all must be more tolerant of her.”

“Then… besides resuming her medication, what else should we pay attention to?”

When discussing the treatment plan, the relaxed expression on Bai Yuan’s face faded, and she seriously handed a business card to Xiao Mo: “Drug treatment combined with a more systematic auxiliary treatment would certainly be better.”

“This doctor is an old classmate of mine. She just returned to the country and is relatively free. She is an authority on mental illnesses such as depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia. If Ling Xi is willing, you can try to schedule an appointment with her. I believe she will definitely be able to help you.”

Xiao Mo clutched the business card from Bai Yuan like a drowning man grasping for a straw: “Ji Changyi…”

— Strange Divider (2) —

The woman was not afraid of the entanglement and struggle with the white python, even boldly wrapping her arms around its round head.

Until an ecstasy that soared to the heavens became a lock around her throat, making her gasp and unable to make a sound.

The world before her eyes transformed into a gorgeous, surging spectacle of tidal colors, making it impossible to escape the bizarre and unreal dream.

Finally, Qin Yun groggily relaxed her brow. A sigh escaped her nostrils the moment she opened her eyes.

— You’ll understand after reading this chapter —

“Oh, Xiao Mo, there’s one more thing I’d like to understand.”

“What is it?”

“After the last course of treatment ended, how is Ling Xi’s memory recovering?”

Bringing up the cruel subject, the effort Xiao Mo had made to appear relaxed vanished, and he looked at Bai Yuan nervously: “You don’t think we need to do it again, do you?”

“Don’t be nervous. Not at all. Consider it a follow-up visit by the attending physician to understand the patient’s condition.”

Getting the reassurance, Xiao Mo let out a breath: “Ling Xi’s memory is erratic, but strangely, her professional knowledge and competence haven’t been affected at all. It’s just that she has some difficulty with daily life matters. However, her condition is good this year; she has even started teaching normally.”

“The absence of other unexpected situations is the best thing. You shouldn’t worry too much. Everything is slowly developing in a good direction.”

— Strange Divider (3) —

After a moment of blankness, she slowly looked at the empty pillow beside her, subconsciously wanting to search for the little one she had lost and regained.

But as soon as she moved, a refreshing rush, like a flower bud with morning dew, was almost called forth.

She scrambled to get up, only to find Chu Xi indulging in playful roaming in the ‘woods.’ She was helpless, but her eyes held a doting smile as she ruffled her long hair: “You are very naughty…”

Chu Xi lifted the corner of the blanket and poked her head out. Her cheeks had turned crimson from the ticklish sensation.

Traces of crystal wetness were still visible on her lips, making her look less aloof than usual.

Perhaps having been repressed for too many years, and suddenly possessing the person she had yearned for, Chu Xi was completely unrestrained.

Gently stroking and pressing the snowy peaks, Chu Xi was moved to comment: “God likes pearls, so he planted a shell in your depths.”

— So, do you understand now?

With Chu Xi absent, Qu Ye temporarily filled the role of secretary. He immediately obtained the investigation file on Ling Xi and was carefully placing it on the office desk, not daring to speak and interrupt.

Qiao Bo’er had just finished reviewing the document in her hand. She looked up at the kraft paper folder, didn’t say a word, and waved for Qu Ye to help open it.

Soon, a thick stack of detailed background check documents with photos was spread out on the table.

Qiao Bo’er looked at Qu Ye with suspicion, then glanced at the documents: “This much?”

Qu Ye nodded awkwardly. Qiao Bo’er sensed something, stood up, walked over to his side, and picked up a photo casually to look at it.

In that single instant, Qiao Bo’er’s deep, beautiful eyes involuntarily trembled. She grabbed several more photos in a flurry. Each photo felt like a cruel and merciless judgment that plunged her into hellish suffering.

Qiao Bo’er threw away the photos in her hand and frantically grabbed Qu Ye’s collar, venting all her anger on him.

“Are you sure this is all Ling Xi’s information!? Why… why is it like this… what treatment did she undergo?”

Qu Ye was naturally not as smooth and tactful as Chu Xi.

Facing Qiao Bo’er’s roaring fury, Qu Ye tried his best to stay calm. But he was also very panicked and held Qiao Bo’er’s arm, fearing she might have an episode: “Boss, please calm down first! Stay calm!”

Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on Qiao Bo’er’s forehead. The sudden tinnitus was overwhelming. She bent over and leaned on the desk. While she still had her senses, she pointed to her bag and instructed, “Go get the medicine, quickly…”

Lifting her head, the table full of photos made her afraid to look for too long. She could only submit and bury her head, waiting for Qu Ye to retrieve the medicine.

“Boss, the medicine!”

With trembling hands, she grabbed the pill from Qu Ye’s palm. Qiao Bo’er didn’t even bother with water and hastily shoved the pill into her mouth and swallowed it.

Qu Ye pushed a chair closer so she could sit down steadily, carefully observing her condition.

“Knock, knock, knock…” Accompanied by the crisp sound of knocking, Ji Changyi arrived at the perfect time.

Since Chu Xi was not there, she took it upon herself to push the door open and tentatively peeked into the office.

She saw Qiao Bo’er slumped weakly in the chair, her face deathly pale, and Qu Ye looking utterly at a loss.

Ji Changyi quickened her pace and approached, worry overflowing in her eyes, and asked with a hint of unbearable criticism: “Why did you have another episode for no good reason?”

Just as she was about to ask the reason for the episode, Ji Changyi’s gaze was drawn to the photos on the desk. She tilted her head and picked up a photo to look at it. Besides the astonishment flashing in her eyes, her expression remained unchanged, and she naturally understood the cause of Qiao Bo’er’s episode.

“Qu Ye, please put these away first. Don’t provoke Bo’er anymore.”

“Understood, Dr. Ji.”

Ji Changyi was about to guide Qiao Bo’er toward the resting room, but Qiao Bo’er raised her hand and clutched Ji Changyi’s wrist, asking exhaustedly, “Can you tell me what kind of treatment Ling Xi underwent? Was it because she was so severely ill that she had to have this kind of treatment?”

Ji Changyi clenched her jaw, not wanting to answer. But looking at Qiao Bo’er’s stubborn, unyielding grip, she bit her lip, suppressing tears. The single crystal drop, beautiful in its fragmentation, was enough to mercilessly tear Ji Changyi’s heart.

Leaning close to her ear, Ji Changyi gently comforted her like soothing a little girl who couldn’t have candy: “Listen to me. I’ll take you to lie down in bed first, and then I’ll tell you slowly, okay?”

Giving all her tenderness to someone who might not deserve her love doesn’t mean it’s the wrong thing to do. At least, Ji Changyi only wanted to stuff all her tenderness into Qiao Bo’er’s heart, hoping it would make her feel less empty and miserable.

Helping Qiao Bo’er lean against the headboard, Ji Changyi carefully adjusted the room’s air conditioner temperature, tucked the blanket around her, and finally returned to her side with a glass of warm water and sat down: “Have some water first.”

“Thank you.”

“I am your doctor and your friend. Don’t be so polite.”

Qiao Bo’er held the cup, leaning against the headboard, weak and powerless. She was silently waiting for Ji Changyi to answer her question.

Ji Changyi had specifically taken one of Ling Xi’s photos when she poured the water. She sighed heavily and placed the photo on the bedside table: “Your ‘life-saving medicine’ will only make your emotions worse. Can this even be called life-saving medicine?”

All her reluctance was written on her face, hidden within this resentful questioning of Ling Xi.

Qiao Bo’er put down the cup, her eyes hollow, and stared blankly at the photo without blinking.

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