Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss-Chapter 635 - 609: Genuine Feelings and False Pretenses
"Qian, were you just calling that little girl’s family? What’s the situation?" Mr Liu cut to the chase.
"Teacher...you don’t listen to my program every day, do you?" Qian was a bit surprised; it’s so late now, how could the teacher know if he wasn’t always listening to the radio?
"Tell me the situation! Quickly!" Mr Liu, being professional, naturally sensed something was wrong. He didn’t care about maintaining his aloof persona or exposing the fact that he listened to his beloved student’s program every day; he hurriedly asked!
"The situation isn’t very optimistic. Here’s what happened..." Qian took a minute to succinctly explain the situation.
Upon hearing, Mr Liu’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, as it indeed turned out to be serious.
"I was just about to call you—" Qian hadn’t finished speaking when Mr Liu cut in.
"I’ll pull some strings now to see which hospital accepted this emergency patient. Keep your phone on; I’ll go over with you in a moment."
True to the saying, the master and apprentice had perfect tacit understanding.
Qian hung up the phone and quietly gazed at the vast starry sky. A meteor streaked across, and she thought of the little girl named Weiwei.
She seemed about the same age as Xiaowei, and their names were so similar.
Her obsessive-compulsive disorder had gotten much better. She used to struggle with whether to intervene in such situations, always worrying that meddling would break her bad person persona, and once it crumbled, it would trigger her OCD.
But now, it didn’t.
She began to find a way to coexist harmoniously with her OCD, just as Yu Minglang had said, she was a bad yet kind woman.
This characterization was particularly satisfying to Qian.
Previously, she chose many extreme measures to avenge her daughter, making her only able to imply to herself that she was not a good person to do those things. When she wanted to use her healer’s heart to treat others, she’d find it clashed with her brainwashing and induce suffering that triggered her OCD.
Yu Minglang, this man with Erha-positivity, finally helped Qian find a balance point with his Erha radiation.
She finally didn’t have to struggle with whether she was a good person or a bad person.
Professionally, she wanted to be a good doctor; personally, she didn’t mind being a bad person.
Rescuing deeply depressed Weiwei was not in conflict with using tactics to deal with people like Lv Xiaocha.
While waiting for the teacher’s call, Qian took out her pocket-sized notebook and officially wrote the following words on a new page: Psychological cold depression, with an incidence rate of 11%, suicide rate of patients—
Qian paused for a moment and helplessly wrote a number.
15%, or perhaps even more.
Many people think of it as a "trendy" illness; when someone feels down, they assume they’re sick. Just like the person who previously called the hotline crying about their depression, these people don’t truly understand how much suffering actual depression patients endure.
Moodiness is merely a depressive emotion, but not depression itself; there is a fundamental difference between the two.
Middle and severe depression patients like Weiwei are unwilling to tell others about their sadness and may even deliberately conceal their illness, pretending to be unaffected while striving to integrate into social life. But for ordinary things that seem normal to others, these patients have to work very hard to achieve.
Gradually, they feel the world moving in slow motion, suffer insomnia, lose appetite, become uninterested in everything, and can’t find any source of joy. They start to hate themselves, and even the family’s concern becomes a reason for their self-loathing, why can’t they fit in?
Lying down is even more painful than standing up, so many choose to lie down forever, never opening their eyes again...
Qian was intent on writing some notes on depression when the teacher called.
"In the Central Hospital’s emergency room, the girl is named Ye Xiaowei."
Ye Xiaowei?
Qian was stunned; why did this name sound familiar? What is her relationship to Ye Xiaoyu?
Without allowing herself further thought, Qian quickly drove over, arriving almost simultaneously with Mr Liu.
The two exchanged glances and walked into the hospital together.
"I contacted my friends working in the hospital; this child took a large dose of sleeping pills. If she had been brought in any later, we wouldn’t have been able to save her."
Mr Liu glanced at Qian’s serious face and patted her hand, worried she might be upset, "You did very well. If you hadn’t handled it promptly and effectively, this child would not have survived."
For a doctor, what is most intolerable is a patient passing away before their eyes.
Doctors have compassionate hearts; without a merciful heart, they cannot be resolute in alleviating patient suffering, especially for psychologists. Treating heartache requires an even more profound doctor’s kindness.
Initially, Mr Liu feared Qian lacked this sentiment; she had always displayed an overly calm and profit-oriented side. But judging by several treatment results, his concern faded.
Being able to drag herself out at night to meet a stranger just because the little patient had called Qian once, and because Qian felt an unusual connection from Weiwei’s phone call when listening to her program, Qian came.
This made Mr Liu very relieved; the Qian he previously saw wasn’t like this. He never worried about her medical skills; what Qian needed to improve was only her kindness. Whether her stable relationship with Yu Minglang was bringing out this side or if kindness had always existed but was suppressed by Qian remains unknown.
Now, Qian makes Mr Liu very reassured.
The future super doctor is gradually growing, and witnessing such growth is the happiest moment for a teacher.
Outside the emergency room, Qian saw Ye Xiaowei’s family.
A middle-aged man with a beer belly looked anxious, while a middle-aged woman sat idly picking at her bright red nails on a chair outside the emergency room. The woman looked somewhat familiar; Qian couldn’t recall where she’d seen her but could determine her indifference.
Even when the woman glanced at the emergency room, her eyes lacked the sympathy a normal person should have, only filled with endless coldness.
Qian felt a surge of discomfort in her heart.
Even if a stray cat or dog on the roadside were hit by a vehicle, anyone with a bit of humanity would feel compassion, not to mention a living person inside being treated for a gastric lavage. Her expression made Qian feel as if she were hoping the person inside would die.
Even Mr Liu noticed the woman’s impatience.
Psychologists have an extraordinary insight into people’s micro-expressions and eyes, discerning the heart through small things. Both psychologists noticed the woman’s impatience completely.
But within seconds, when the middle-aged man turned, the woman demonstrated surprising acting skills. She quickly put down her hands, donned a worried look, stood up, and asked the man.
"Ye, will our Weiwei be alright? She’s been inside for so long, I’m really worried!"
