"I want to as well!" Su Wanxin also felt helpless. "I can’t do anything when I lack the strength."
Zhan Che: "...Scram, hurry up."
Su Wanxin’s mouth curved into a slight smile, and her eyes finally showed a hint of amusement. She stood up, said goodbye to him, and left.
Then, as she drove back to the office, she started to worry again. Zhan Che was going to her home to give her an injection, but Qi Ran was coming over tonight.
She didn’t know when Qi Ran would leave; if he stayed for a long time, she might be able to keep the pregnancy from Su Yao, but definitely not from Qi Ran.
What to do?
Headache.
Su Wanxin sighed heavily, really wanting to just grit her teeth and have the abortion.
But every time she thought about it, her heart ached unbearably, as if it were going to kill her.
It’s been quite a few days since she last saw Yangyang, and she missed him terribly, but she couldn’t meet him.
If she could secretly give birth to this child, she would never give it back to the Fu Family.
But then again, what are the chances of giving birth to this child without anyone noticing?
Upon thinking this, Su Wanxin felt utterly devastated.
After finishing a meeting at the office, she received a call from Zhong Xian.
Seeing the name on the phone, Su Wanxin realized that she hadn’t visited her psychiatrist "Aunt Zhong" for many days.
She braced herself and answered the call, hearing Zhong Xian get straight to the point: "Aren’t you abroad?"
"Ah... I’m back, I’ve been busy outside," Su Wanxin lied smoothly.
Zhong Xian frowned, feeling somehow like he did when he urged her to receive treatment in the past.
Could it be the ’Queen of Pigeons’ Su was having a relapse, starting to avoid seeing him again?
"Are you sure you’ll come?" Zhong Xian asked uncertainly, "President Su, I’ve witnessed your potential to stand me up many times, no need for a repeat, right?"
Su Wanxin chuckled and sighed. After quickly stepping into her office, she confessed to him, "I remembered."
"What?"
"I mean, I’ve remembered all the things I had forgotten," said Su Wanxin softly, "so I haven’t been seeking you out lately."
Hearing this, Zhong Xian was stunned, and his expression turned even darker.
Remembering everything meant recalling both the good times and the bad.
Depression is a disease that can relapse, and given Su Wanxin’s intense workload and pressure, it’s inevitable for her to feel overwhelmed at times.
Holding the phone in one hand and reaching for Su Wanxin’s case file with the other, Zhong Xian, in an uncompromising tone, said, "Come over tomorrow."
"Tomorrow..."
"No time?"
"Yes." Su Wanxin unconsciously nodded. "I’m really busy."
"Fine, then I’ll come to you. Travel and fuel costs will be included in your treatment fees. Considering President Su’s lack of cooperation and the difficulty of the condition, I’ve decided to double the treatment fees, no objections, right?"
Su Wanxin frowned, feeling anxious. "Is Doctor Zhong’s clinic experiencing financial difficulties recently?"
"Not at all."
"No difficulties and still charging so much? Extortionist!"
"Just sizing up the diner," Zhong Xian bluntly said, "If you remain this passive, I’ll continue to raise the fees, and even offer house calls."
In other words, she wouldn’t be able to avoid paying him.
Su Wanxin felt that after more than a year of not seeing him, this person had picked up bad habits, and she couldn’t help but miss the old, easier-to-deceive Zhong Xian.
"I’ll arrange some time and text you later," Su Wanxin resignedly shook her head, checking her schedule. "I’m hanging up, saving some phone expenses, bye."