Now, little cane

On Saturday, Yan He drove Yan Jing's car to the clinic, walked to the entrance, and put up a sign saying: Not open to the public.

Yan He walked in and found the consulting room according to the address given.

The doctor's surname is Zhang, and he is the Yan family's doctor.

Dr. Zhang came back from studying in the United States and worked in Yan's family for several years.

After asking about the basic situation, Yan He answered them one by one. When asked about the medicine, Yan He handed over the list in his hand. Dr. Zhang read it, said nothing, and told him to use it temporarily.

Yan He licked his lips and asked, "Can you increase the dose of sleep aid medicine?"

Doctor Zhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yanhe: "Did you sleep well?"

Yan He whispered: "It would be better to stay with Yan Jing, but she always has to learn..."

Dr. Zhang: "You are only 19 years old. I don't recommend increasing the dose. This medicine is enough for you."

Yan He took a deep breath and lowered his head.

Dr. Zhang: "Psychological problems are very complicated, especially if your two illnesses overlap. Don't rush, take your time. As for my previous proposal, you can consider it."

Yan He didn't say anything, Dr. Zhang said, "Don't feel embarrassed, it might be better if you talk to someone before going to bed."

Yan He asked, "How long will this situation last?"

Dr. Zhang: "It's hard to say, you know, most people who remember drowning when they were young will be afraid of swimming when they grow up, and some will never go to places like the river again. You, you can survive such a long time , now this kind of sequelae is also considered...reasonable."

Yan He: "I was not like this before."

Dr. Zhang: "Deep in your heart, you don't feel safe."

Yan He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Dr. Zhang: "I heard from Ms. Yan Jing that you are a very independent and self-reliant person. I hope you will tell me as soon as possible in the future, so as to help your recovery. The most important thing for you now is to learn to relax. "

Yan He nodded.

Coming out of the clinic, Yan He looked at the sky, stood on the street for a while, and for a moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After getting into the car, I buried my head in the steering wheel for a while before looking up.

On the weekend, I went back to the place where I lived, stuffed all the vegetables that Aunt Guo bought into the refrigerator, cleaned the house, was tired in the afternoon, and slept for a while.As soon as the noisy voice sounded, Yan He immediately sat up, reached out to touch the medicine on the bedside table, took two sips and found that his asthma hadn't attacked.

He clutched the pill box tightly.

He stared blankly at his palm.

On Monday, Yan He arrived relatively early, people came one after another, Qi Ling lived on campus, so it wasn't too late.

The young man smiled at him, and Yan He's heart suddenly eased along with Qi Ling's raised eyebrows.

Yan He looked at Qi Ling, Qi Ling opened her weekend homework, looked up again, and looked at Yan He a little confused.

Yan He stretched out his hand, and pinched Qiling's wrist with his palm, Qiling's voice was hoarse, her heart beating a little abnormally.

Dozens of seconds passed in such a strange and quiet way, Yan He stopped and laughed.

Qi Ling lowered her head, before she had time to ask anything, her heart seemed to be boiling.

If Yan He wanted to prevaricate, it was like this, and he didn't have a chance to say it.

After the first class, Qi Ling's voice kept ringing in Yan He's ears, he felt much more comfortable, and he relaxed.

Dr. Zhang's suggestion is correct.

Yan He frowned.

In a blink of an eye, on Thursday, Qiling looked at Yanhe in the morning, and was lying on the desk to catch up on sleep.