Lu Yang took two steps. She then stopped and turned around to say, "We don't need to schedule therapy sessions anymore. I'll talk to Cixing about it."
He Kongqing's gaze followed Lu Yang's figure, and a hint of bitterness escaped his lips.
Lu Yang handled things with a sense of priority and urgency, and her thinking was clear. Even he could only follow her lead.
Psychological therapy, whether overt or covert, was impossible to carry out.
...
Lu Yang was busy all morning and only had some free time close to lunchtime. She changed her clothes and passed by the nurse's station, where the duty nurse called out to her, "Dr. Lu, there's a man waiting for you in your office."
"Okay, I got it. Thank you," Lu Yang replied with a smile. She walked into her office and saw Jin Yao, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. He was leaning with drooping eyelids, staring at the pen on her desk.
Her genuine smile turned into a distant, polite smile.
