"You mean..."
Yan Xiaye's body swayed, and before she fell, she was caught in Li Beicheng's embrace. She trembled all over, her eyes red and stumbling with her words: "You, you mean to say, my mom wants to seek death?"
"You could say that." Unable to bear the despair and sorrow shown by Yan Xiaye, the doctor relayed the situation as quickly as possible: "Looking at the current condition, although the patient was resuscitated this time, if she still harbors a death wish, it's hard to say whether she could be saved next time."
Li Beicheng looked down, his raised arm stiffening above her for a moment before gently landing on her shoulder. He enveloped the frail Yan Xiaye, whispering words of comfort in her ear: "Auntie just had a momentary lapse. I will have a psychologist treat her, and I'm sure there won't be a next time."
"Do you really not know why my mom attempted suicide?"
