âWhether it ends well or not is not up to you. If you donât want to get beaten, get lost and donât disgust people in front of my house.â
Yu Minglang calmly made a Tai Chi push-hand gesture, successfully scaring off Lu Zhi.
Lu Zhi came and went in a hurry, intending to cause trouble only to meet with resistance. He nearly fell while going downstairs.
Xiao Qian sighed as she looked at the red footprints on the ground, âFind some gasoline to clean it up, itâs disturbing the neighborsâ normal lives.â
âWho uses gasoline these days? There are special thinners for wiping paint that hasnât dried.â
Xiao Qian looked at him curiously, âHow do you know?â
How could he not know? He was busy renovating the house every day, buying paint materials himself. The surprise for Xiao Qian had been prepared~
Yu Minglang only smiled without answering, hugged Xiao Qian, and entered the room. Liu Mei in the room was comforting a frightened Weiwei, and Xiao Qian sighed.
âMy vacation is going down the drain again. This child canât be left alone now.â
Yu Minglangâs hand, which was in his pocket and about to take out the wedding ring, clenched.
âWill you be very busy lately?â
âHmm⦠Xiao Qiang, how come you can come out every few days? Is the place you transferred to not far from here?â
Indeed, it was not far, just a ten-minute drive away.
Xiao Qiangâs transfer to this city had been kept from Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian was not someone who would dig into details. After asking Yu Minglang once and not getting a direct answer, she stopped asking.
But from the frequent appearances of Xiao Qiang in this period, it seemed that it was not too far away.
Xiao Qian could not have imagined that Yu Minglang was in the same city as her.
âYou donât have to take such great care of every patient like this, do you?â Yu Minglang lowered his voice and glanced in the direction of the inner room as if implying something.
âOf course, I would be exhausted if I treated everyone like this. Itâs only 8 hours a day, and this case is an exception.â
âWhy is this an exception?â Yu Minglang wasnât unsympathetic; he knew that many patients Xiao Qian faced had very tragic experiences.
If every patient required her full attention and care, he worried that she couldnât handle it physically.
âBecause itâs my initial intention.â
Xiao Qian held complex feelings towards Weiwei. She desperately hoped to pull the child back from the hands of the Death God, not only for the similar names and ages but also for the hallucinations she heard when she received the phone call.
She couldnât pull her own daughter back from the Death Godâs grasp. Now, she hoped to pull Weiwei back.
âI seeâ¦â Yu Minglang let go of the hand clutching the ring and gently placed it on Xiao Qianâs furrowed brow.
âYou can save people, just donât hurt yourself. Look at you, with your eyebrows furrowed, what will you do if you get frown lines?â Although he didnât know the specific reason, Yu Minglang knew that Xiao Qianâs attitude towards this patient was different.
Itâs better to postpone the marriage. Her whole heart was now focused on saving people, and everyone was waiting for the scumbagâs verdict. It wouldnât be appropriate for him to propose to her at this time.
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Pacifying the emotionally unstable Weiwei and putting her to sleep, Xiao Qian brewed tea for Yu Minglang and Yu Liumei.
âSister-in-law, why are people with depression so kind-hearted?â This question had been bothering Liumei for a long time.
She found Weiwei to be particularly kind-hearted when not experiencing episodes, and Xiao Qian had also found several books on depression for her to read to help her get along with Weiwei better.
This was an excellent question. Xiao Qian put down her teacup and professionally explained, âActually, youâve asked a question that many academics have discussed. A large proportion of patients with psychological disorders like depression and anxiety are kind-hearted people. I detest opinions from that pseudo-psychological chicken soup nonsense.â
âYou mean those pseudo-psychological magazines that encourage people to take things lightly, misleading everyone into thinking that people with depression always have petty-mindedness?â Yu Minglang knew Xiao Qian had looked up some information after treating the patient.
Xiao Qian nodded, âSome people know nothing but pretend to be spiritual teachers, claiming that depression is only experienced by people who are petty-minded and canât think clearly. I feel like I want to give those people a few big slaps when I see those opinions. Using such superficial terms to evaluate people with mental illnesses should be worthy of the firing squad!â
This is also a common misconception. People who donât understand psychological disorders tend to arbitrarily say that those who lack tolerance, are petty-minded or have narrow-mindedness will suffer from mental illnesses, which is nonsense.
Many people with depression are gentle, charitable, and considerate of others, like the depressed artist Elder Brother, who was widely recognized as a good person in his lifetime.
âSo, what exactly causes depression?â Liumei asked.
Xiao Qianâs face became serious, âThere are many causes of depression, and different individuals may have different reasons for its onset. But in Weiweiâs case, it is definitely related to her family environment.â
âI really donât understand, isnât it said that good people have peace in their lives?â
Liumei had been holding in her anger for the past few days, she was so angry!
As they were discussing the matter, a furious Qiuqiu entered from outside, and as soon as she entered the room, she said to Liumei and Yu Minglang,
âBrothers, grab your weapons! I canât take this anymore, I want to beat the scumbag and his crazy wife to shit!â
âQiuqiu, calm down first, what happened?â
Xiao Qian asked Qiuqiu.
âI have a friend who works over there, and today I heard some terrible news. The scumbag seems to be getting bail!â This news nearly enraged Qiuqiu.
âBail?â Yu Minglang frowned. âOn what grounds?â
âHe claims to have heart disease, what a load of bull!â Qiuqiu really couldnât take it anymore.
Lu Zhi dealt in medical equipment and had connections in some hospitals, making it possible for him to obtain any sort of medical document. Everyone was already annoyed that they couldnât find evidence to have the scumbag sentenced for more years. Now that they heard the bad guy was trying to get bail, the flames of justice in Qiuqiuâs heart couldnât be suppressed.
Upon hearing this, Liumei also became angry. She rolled up her sleeves, put on her glasses, and after scanning the room, picked up Xiao Qianâs metal armor ornament as a weapon.
âLetâs go! Wipe them out!â
âBeat them until they shit!â
One studied sports, and the other practiced martial arts. Their blood boiled, and their minds were filled with thoughts of eliminating the scourge for the benefit of the people.
Seeing that trouble was imminent, Xiao Qian hurriedly told Yu Minglang,
âHold them down!â
He followed her instructions and moved to block the door.
âBrother Lang, get out of the way!â
âCalm down, everyone.â Yu Minglang advised.
âCalm down my ass! We were hoping the law would bring justice to Weiwei, but the fucker is getting bail!â It was nothing short of crossing the line!