Although two hours of treatment wouldn’t have any immediate effect, it at least gave Ye Shengge confidence.
“I just wanted to let us have a preliminary understanding today,” Song Ruyu said as she looked at her wrist. “If I’m not mistaken, you’ll tie yourself up every day before bed?”
Ye Shengge stroked the wound and said, “That makes me feel safer.”
“Actually, I don’t suggest you do that,” Song Ruyu said. “Don’t forget that you might be the target of her hurt.”
“My hands and feet are tied. She can’t hurt me.” Ye Shengge’s eyelashes fluttered.
“Then, how did you get the wound on your wrist?” Song Ruyu sighed. “She’s struggling very hard, isn’t she? She needs to vent her anger and bloodlust.”
“I’d rather she hurt me than the people around me,” Ye Shengge said calmly.
Song Ruyu nodded. “I understand. I’ll think of a way for you.”
“Thank you.” Ye Shengge couldn’t help smiling. This was probably the most relaxed smile she had seen lately.
Ye Shengge and Song Ruxu agreed on the time for the next treatment and prepared to leave.
“I still have another patient to see. It’s almost time,” Song Ruxu said apologetically. “I might not have time to send you out. Please forgive me.”
“You’re welcome.” Ye Shengge didn’t mind. She smiled and left the room.
However, she bumped into a tall figure after taking a few steps.
Ye Shengge suddenly thought she had seen wrongly.
The man was wearing a black coat, and his hands were in his pockets. He walked at a steady pace, and his handsome face looked nonchalant as if he was pondering something, so he didn’t notice her.
However, Ye Shengge couldn’t help stopping in her tracks. Her heart pounded as if she was rooted to the ground. She stared at him, knowing that she was being inappropriate, but she couldn’t look away.
He… seemed to be recovering well. His wound should have healed.
Perhaps it was because her gaze was too passionate, but the man finally noticed it. He immediately stopped looking at her.
He raised an eyebrow, looking surprised.
Ye Shengge immediately lowered her head, and she suddenly felt her face burning. Last time at the hospital, she had told him that they didn’t want to see each other again, but they had met after only a few days.
Then, Ye Shengge was confused. Why was he here?
“You…”
“Why are you here?”
Before Ye Shengge could finish asking, the man stole her lines.
Ji Shiting walked to her and said, “Song Ruxu is a psychiatrist. So you have a mental illness, Ms. Ye?”
Ye Shengge’s face paled as she thought her secret had been exposed.
Fortunately, she knew that as a psychiatrist, not revealing the patient’s privacy was the most important thing, so she was relieved.
“I’m under a lot of pressure at work. Let’s talk to a psychiatrist.” Ye Shengge avoided his gaze and said. “Then… Why are you here?”
“Oh.” The man curled his lips. “The doctor gave me a checkup and said that my amnesia probably isn’t due to my physiological reasons. Perhaps it’s because of my psychological reasons, so he suggested I come see a psychiatrist.”