Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Chapter 195 Redemption 5

When the people inside came out, she got up and went in, handing her the thermal bag in her hand.

"Wow, thank you, auntie, for bringing me food again."

"I want to give it to the baby anyway."

"Zhiyun, come and tell me about Yan He's situation. Is he still okay?"

This daughter is too precious to be treasured. Seeing her in such pain makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zhou Zhiyun poured her a glass of water.

A comprehensive analysis was conducted on her from the perspective of a psychiatrist.

I saw Yan’s mother’s expression becoming more and more solemn.

Still comforting softly: "Let's take our time. When you are sick, you can't just say it's okay. There has to be a process."

"We no longer know what is best for her. She is too difficult to understand, and for such a big person, we can't keep an eye on her all the time."

Yan's mother started to cry as she spoke.

Zhou Zhiyun took two pieces of paper from the side and handed them to her: "First of all, Auntie, you have to be optimistic and positive. You need to make her feel confident that she can get better."

Emotions are already very changeable and difficult to control. If family members are so pessimistic, it will only make things worse.

"Auntie."

"Ah."

"It can be said that most of the patients of the same type here have the three things they desire most. As for what Yan He lacks, you can refer to it."

When the crying on the other side stopped, he looked over in confusion.

Zhou Zhiyun continued: "The first one is longing for the company of someone close to you."

"We all stayed with her and asked her to stop working and rest at home for some time."

"When she is suffering from depression, she cannot listen to any reason. At this time, she only needs someone to accompany her silently to give her a sufficient sense of security."

Zhou Zhiyun did not answer her words, but just finished what she wanted to say first.

The second half of the sentence successfully silenced Yan's mother and signaled her to continue.

"The second is to get a belated apology."

"..."

"Most of the hurt suffered by patients with depression comes from the people closest to them. If you can get an apology, it can help her get over it faster."

"..."

"Third, the patient is eager to be understood. Most of the patient's emotions and behaviors are not from their original intention. They fall into uncontrollable depression. At this time, we need to be more understanding and less harsh."

"..."

Mother Yan didn't speak any more, she held the tissue in both hands and rubbed it back and forth.

As Zhou Zhiyun points out, whether it is the patient's condition or the attitude of his family members, it is always a process of getting better together.

But on the family side, she couldn't interfere too much.

There are actually many entertainment projects in the mental hospital, and there is even a special mahjong parlor, KTV and craft room, just to give patients more space for activities.

But Yan He was not interested.

She sat downstairs for a while, basking in the sun, and she was extremely quiet.

If you don't have anything to say, don't take the initiative to speak.

The whole person looked like he was bathing in the sun, and his whole body seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of gold powder.

sparkling with light.

Even the hair has a broken beauty that is about to be blown away by the wind.

Zhou Zhiheng turned sideways and maintained this action for a long time.

For a moment, I felt like I couldn't catch her.

The music elf must return to her own country, a country that he cannot touch.

But he had to hold on, he had to hold her tight.

He turned his head and raised his chin towards the shadow not far away: "What is that?"

"Ok?"

"like what?"

Yan He came back to his senses and followed his line of sight. There were shadows of trees on the wall.

nothing special.

She looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out: "What does it look like?"

"Do you think it looks like an ink painting?"

"..."

Like.

After what he said, Yan He finally focused his attention.

The paint on the wall is alternately red and white.

It is obviously the shadow of a tree, but it looks a bit like bamboo, and it creates an ink painting on the wall.

The hand hanging on his leg was lightly touched. Yan He lowered his eyes and looked at the extra mobile phone in his hand.

Didn't understand what he meant.

She looked up hesitantly and saw him smiling softly: "Should we record it?"

"...Okay, then you..."

As soon as he raised his hand, he was pushed back: "Come here, my photography skills are not good."

"..."

Yan He also wanted to say that his photography skills were not good.

But under his encouraging and requesting gaze, she still nodded and agreed.

I turned on the video recording function and found that it was too bright, so I adjusted the color tone.

After taking the video and a few photos, I returned the phone to him without looking at it.

Zhou Zhiheng lowered his head and looked through the pages, the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger: "It looks more like it. As expected, I still have to take action."

The head that had been slowly protruding over paused for a moment, and finally realized what was wrong.

He blinked and looked away from the phone screen: "It's not the baby."

"Can't you call me? I think uncle and aunt call you that."

"..."

It's not impossible, it's just...

"Is it okay? If not, can I... call you Yan Yan?"

"can."

Zhou Zhiheng raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes to block the triumphant smile in his eyes, and handed over the phone: "Look, the photo is very good, what do you think?"

Yan He nodded.

"Can Yan Yan help me take pictures next time?"

This time he hesitated for two seconds and continued to nod.

The two sat downstairs for a while, until the sun gradually set, then they got up.

When Yan He returned to the ward, Yan's mother was preparing to call them.

"You're back? Come over for dinner soon."

He quickly hung up the number he dialed and waved the two of them over.

"Zhiheng is also here. When I knew you were coming, I asked Mother Lin to do a little more. It's just a little rudimentary, but it's no better than at home. Don't mind."

"No, Auntie is too polite."

"Next time you come home to eat."

"it is good."

Yan He sat down on the chair and saw his mother trying to feed him again.

He reached out in time and took the chopsticks first: "Mom, I will eat it myself."

"it is good."

"Have you eaten?"

"Mom came here after eating at home. You can eat in peace."

Mother Yan took another pair of clean chopsticks and chose a piece of fish for her.

I subconsciously asked, "How are you feeling today?"

"pretty good."

Zhou Zhiheng drank the soup from the bowl and raised his eyes. Just when she was about to speak, he said, "Auntie, this soup is quite delicious."