"..." The psychiatrist said, "That must be quite tough."
Lin Qiong turned around and glanced at Fu Xingyun lying on the bed, "When will he wake up?"
The psychiatrist also turned his head, "What did he do just now?"
"After the onset, the doctor gave him a sedative injection."
The psychiatrist nodded, "Well, I'm not sure then."
Lin Qiong was startled. Could it be that something went wrong with the injection?
"Usually, there's a specified time for injections, right? How can you not know?"
"He'll wake up when he's had enough sleep."
Lin Qiong: ?
The psychiatrist explained, "It's a sedative, not a sleeping pill."
"..." Lin Qiong asked, "So, he fell asleep on his own?"
"Half and half. After all, sedatives also have a hypnotic effect."
Lin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, then decided to get a glass of water for the two doctors.
The psychologist glanced at Lin Qiong's limping walk and asked, "What happened to your leg?"
"I fell accidentally just now."
"Can I take a look?"
Lin Qiong was surprised, "Aren't you a psychological therapist?"
The psychologist replied, "As long as the payment is sufficient."
"..."
Then he asked, "How did you fall?"
Lin Qiong hesitated before saying, "He yelled at me, and it scared me, causing me to fall."
The psychologist nodded, then took out a bottle of medicated oil from his medical kit.
Seeing Lin Qiong's puzzled expression, he said, "I have to make a living, it's just a side business." Then he extended his hand, "Fifty."
"..."
After the two doctors had some water, Lin Qiong prepared to see them off. The psychiatrist looked at him and said, "If you have time tomorrow, bring him to my place for a comprehensive examination. It's about time, and I can check his mental state and prescribe some more medicine."
Lin Qiong nodded, "Okay."
The psychiatrist then handed him a business card, "The address is on it. If you can't find it, give me a call."
After seeing off the two doctors, Lin Qiong returned to the third floor. After changing into pajamas, he still felt uneasy and went to check on Fu Xingyun's room.
Leaning against the bedside, Lin Qiong closed his eyes, but the image of Fu Xingyun dragging himself on the ground with two legs kept playing in his mind. The sense of helplessness transmitted from him struck Lin Qiong's heart directly.
The Fu Xingyun standing proudly on the podium, so proud, had turned into a person that almost no one could understand. Lin Qiong touched his sore buttocks and leaned against the bedside, falling asleep after a while.
The next morning, the sunlight penetrated into the room through the cracks, bright and dazzling. However, Fu Xingyun was awakened by the discomfort.
Feeling a slight ache in the center of his eyebrows, he opened his eyes to see a piece of pajama fabric, with a slight pressure on his face. When he tried to move a little, he realized that the other person's stomach was pressing against his face.
As he moved, Lin Qiong woke up too, quickly sitting up. "Are you awake?"
Fu Xingyun rubbed his forehead, "Yeah."
"How are you feeling? Is it uncomfortable?"
"It's okay."
Neither of them mentioned yesterday's events. Lin Qiong didn't want to put pressure on Fu Xingyun, and Fu Xingyun's mind was hazy, unable to recall what happened.
Seeing that Fu Xingyun didn't seem uncomfortable, Lin Qiong got up and said, "Lie down for a while longer; I'll make breakfast for you."
Turning around to leave, Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong's limping posture and furrowed his brows, "What happened to your leg?"
Lin Qiong replied, "Huh?"
Fu Xingyun sat up and reached out to pull Lin Qiong over, "Your leg."
Lin Qiong continued to play dumb, "Huh?"
Fu Xingyun looked at him helplessly, "Why are you limping?"
Seeing that Fu Xingyun couldn't remember, Lin Qiong explained, "I accidentally stumbled while going down the stairs."
"Do you think I'll believe that?"
Lin Qiong was momentarily unsure why Fu Xingyun could tell it was a lie. He asked, "Why don't you believe it?"
Fu Xingyun looked at him seriously, "There's an elevator; you wouldn't take the stairs."
"..."
Well, you know me too well.
Lin Qiong, feeling a bit displeased, asked, "Are you analyzing me?"
"No." Fu Xingyun replied, "Just stating facts."
He then glanced at Lin Qiong's leg, "How did this happen?"
Lin Qiong, a bit awkward, said, "I told you it was an accidental fall."
Fu Xingyun fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Did you apply any ointment?"
Lin Qiong nodded quickly. The previous experience of applying ointment made him shudder at the memory; Fu Xingyun had quite a strong grip.
"Really?"
"Of course."
"If it's inconvenient for you, I can help."
Lin Qiong patted him on the shoulder, "Xingyun, you need to understand that applying ointment is to help the wound heal."
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "What else would it be for?"
"Otherwise, you'll worsen the condition."
"..."
As Lin Qiong was about to leave, Fu Xingyun spoke up, "I'll be gentler next time."
Lin Qiong looked at Fu Xingyun in surprise. For a moment, he felt like the tranquilizer had made him lose his senses. But without much thought, he turned around and went downstairs to prepare a meal.
Fu Xingyun sat on the bed. As Lin Qiong left, his rapidly beating heart gradually returned to normal.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he touched his chest. When he turned and saw the medicine bottle beside him, he was momentarily stunned.
Lin Qiong was about to go upstairs to call Fu Xingyun for lunch when he turned around and saw that Fu Xingyun had already come down to the dining room. "Why did you come down by yourself?"
Fu Xingyun looked at him, "Did I have an episode yesterday?"
Lin Qiong nodded, "Yes, but it got better quickly."
The young man brought breakfast from the kitchen and placed it on the table, as if it were just another ordinary morning, seemingly unaware of anything unusual.
Fu Xingyun said, "Lin Qiong."
"Hmm?"
"I have manic-depressive disorder."
Lin Qiong looked at him with no change in expression and then nodded, "I already knew."
"When did you find out?"
"Yesterday."
His hands clenched instantly, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what?" Lin Qiong wiped his hands on his apron, "It's not a terminal illness. Don't worry; you won't die."
He pushed Fu Xingyun toward the dining table, saying, "Let's eat first. We have to go to the doctor for an examination later."
Fu Xingyun looked at the porridge in the bowl, and a mix of emotions filled his heart for a moment.
He was well aware that there were not many people willingly staying by his side given his current condition, but he never expected Lin Qiong to be one of them.
After breakfast, Lin Qiong settled Fu Xingyun on the sofa and prepared to massage his legs. The book recommended three massages a day.
Lin Qiong rubbed his hands together, "Just sit there."
Fu Xingyun watched as Lin Qiong rolled up his sleeves and sat beside him, unable to take his eyes off him.
With a serious expression, Lin Qiong said, "Xingyun, let's discuss something."
Fu Xingyun looked at the mole on the back of Lin Qiong's neck, "What is it?"
"Let's hire a nurse." Afraid that Fu Xingyun might not agree, Lin Qiong hurriedly added, "We're trying something new now, but I'm not a professional, and I'm afraid something might go wrong."
There was a moment of silence from Fu Xingyun, "Let's talk about it later."
Seeing that Fu Xingyun was still resistant, Lin Qiong didn't press further.
Fu Xingyun asked, "Is your leg still hurting?"
"It's okay."
"Did I cause it?"
Lin Qiong was taken aback.
"I'm sorry."
Lin Qiong looked at him in surprise, "Are you apologizing to me?"
Fu Xingyun looked at him and nodded.
"Could you say it again?"
"I'm sorry."
Lin Qiong burst into laughter after hearing this, "Acknowledging your mistakes and making amends, be a better person next time."
Seeing Lin Qiong joking about him, Fu Xingyun didn't get angry. Instead, he looked at Lin Qiong's smile, and his own lips curved slightly.
Lin Qiong found the location of the hospital based on the business card given by the psychiatrist.
It was a private building. As they walked in, they reached the front desk. The staff, upon seeing Fu Xingyun, didn't ask for registration but directly led them to the elevator, heading to the floor where the psychiatrist was located.
After the previous patient left, the psychiatrist sighed and planned to come out for a drink of water when he saw the two of them outside.
"You've arrived," Lin Qiong nodded.
The psychiatrist straightened his white coat, "Come in, I'll start by doing an EEG for him."
Since the psychological examination is more relaxed for one person, Lin Qiong obediently waited outside, taking the opportunity to stroll around the hospital.
After the examination, the psychiatrist looked at the report. "Everything looks good, much better than before. Your condition yesterday was probably due to too much suppression. Sometimes, if you speak out, you'll feel better without holding it in."
Fu Xingyun remained silent.
The psychiatrist looked at the significantly improved condition in the report, "You've been quite happy recently."
The man glanced up at him.
"Your life stress is noticeably less than before." The psychiatrist signed the report with a flourish, "This is a very positive change."
Pointing to the door, he asked, "Is it because of him?"
Fu Xingyun fell silent for a moment, "Yes."
The psychiatrist was momentarily unsure whether to be surprised or not, "That you could accept Lin Qiong in such a short time is indeed unexpected."
Later, he tentatively asked, "Do you like him?"
"I don't know."
"Mr. Fu, you know," the psychiatrist insisted.
Fu Xingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his thoughts unclear.
"There's only like and dislike as answers," the psychiatrist said. "You know that."
Seeing Fu Xingyun staying silent, the psychiatrist changed his approach, "Do you notice your heart racing when you see him?"
"Fast."
"Can you maintain eye contact with him for a long time?"
"No."
"Mr. Fu, you like him."
Fu Xingyun felt a bit uncomfortable being probed this way, "Can these confirm it?"
"Of course, there are other indicators."
"What else?"
"Mr. Fu listens to Mr. Lin very well."
Like a big obedient dog.
Fu Xingyun frowned, but he didn't refute, "What do you want to say?"
The psychiatrist was taken aback by the look and coughed, "This is a good thing, this is a good thing."
"Mr. Fu, you don't need to feel uncomfortable. It's perfectly normal to be in love. If you don't understand, I can provide you with some guidance."
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "You know about these things too?"
The psychiatrist adjusted his glasses, "I am, after all, a psychological counselor."
"It seems that Mr. Fu doesn't know how to get along with a lover, but that's okay. With me around, I can provide you with VIP-level guidance."
Fu Xingyun crossed his hands, "As far as I know, you're single."
Psychiatrist: ...
Why resort to personal attacks?!
After a moment of contemplation, Fu Xingyun spoke, "What methods do you have?"
"I have everything you need. As long as you want it, I have it."
Saying that, he pulled out several books from the drawer: "Make a Man Spend 100,000 on Me in Three Minutes," "Love Manual," and "The Green Tea Strategy for Wooing."
The psychiatrist held up two fingers, "Two hundred each."