Father Lu was frustrated as he looked at his stone-hearted eldest son, then turned to see the crying mess that was his wife and younger son. "The both of you, stop crying already! It’s not like Little Treasure is critically ill or anything. Didn’t the doctor say that he was only suffering from indigestion because he was suppressing his feelings?"
Mother Lu anxiously responded with, "What do you mean he isn’t critically ill? He’s suppressing his feelings! Little Treasure’s autism was just about to be better, but what if he gets depression now?"
"It can’t be that serious, I don’t think children can suffer from depression…"
This was when Little Treasure’s room door opened and Qin Mufeng came out, cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. Lu, from a medical perspective, children can suffer from depression too. And based on Little Treasure’s current situation, there are indeed such symptoms."
"See! Even the doctor said so!"
