Keeping the promise

Zheng Wancheng's tears flowed uncontrollably again, dripping onto her clothes and forming tiny teardrops.

She recalled the good times she had spent with Li Yunting. On those sunny days, they strolled hand in hand on the streets. Those warm hugs seemed to still linger in her body's memory.

However, the cruelty of reality was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting her heart and making her feel heartbroken.

"Oh." She sighed deeply, and the sigh was full of helplessness and sadness.

Wiping the tears from her face, her eyes fell on Li Yunting who was unconscious beside her. Thinking of him still lying unconscious on the ground, she suddenly came back to her senses.

Now was not the time to be sad, she had to deal with the situation at hand first, so she forced herself to calm down.

Zheng Wancheng quickly found a piece of clothing from the closet and put it on. His eyes wandered around the room and finally landed on Li Yunting's cell phone.

She hesitated for a moment and entered her birthday with a hint of trepidation, but she didn't expect the phone to be unlocked.

A complex emotion arose in her heart, including surprise, touching, and a little confusion, but she didn't have time to think too much. She quickly found the number of Li Yunting's personal doctor in the address book and dialed it with trembling fingers.

"Hello, is this Mr. Li's personal doctor? Li Yunting suddenly fainted, please come and take a look." Zheng Wancheng's voice was filled with obvious anxiety and uneasiness, his voice had changed tone, and his heartbeat was as rapid as a drum.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Wancheng paced back and forth in the room. The ground seemed to have turned into a hot pot and she couldn't stop.

She looked at Li Yunting from time to time, her eyes full of worry and fear, and she prayed silently in her heart that nothing would happen to him.

"Don't let anything happen to me. Don't let anything happen to me." She repeated to herself over and over again, clenching her hands tightly together, her nails almost digging into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second was torture for Zheng Wancheng.

The ticking sound of the clock on the wall sounded particularly harsh at this moment, as if mercilessly mocking her helplessness.

Finally, there were urgent footsteps outside the door and the private doctor arrived.

"Hurry, he's here." Zheng Wancheng hurried over, with a trembling voice, and brought the doctor to Li Yunting.

The doctor quickly began the examination. Zheng Wancheng watched nervously from the side without blinking, his hands clenched tightly together, his joints turning white from excessive force.

The doctor completed the preliminary examination, stood up, faced Zheng Wancheng's anxious gaze, and said slowly: "Don't worry too much, there is nothing wrong with his body at the moment. However, his problems are mainly psychological." The doctor's voice was steady and gentle, trying to stabilize Zheng Wancheng's emotions first.

Zheng Wancheng frowned, his eyebrows twisted into a rope, and asked anxiously: "Doctor, why did he become like this? How could a healthy person have psychological problems?"

Zheng Wancheng's voice trembled slightly, her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her eyes were fixed on the doctor, as if the doctor's answer was her only life-saving straw.

The doctor sighed softly, a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes, and said: "Mr. Li Yunting's parents passed away when he was young, which cast a huge shadow on his childhood. He endured too much pressure and pain too early that he shouldn't have to endure at his age, causing him to try to control his emotions while growing up. However, this kind of self-suppression is not a long-term solution, and occasionally he will lose control of his emotions and become irritable." The doctor's words were heavy, and every word was like a stone, pressing on Zheng Wancheng's heart.

As Zheng Wancheng listened, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if a knife was cutting through her heart.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of shock and heartache. "It turns out that he has been carrying such pain, but I never knew it." She thought to herself with self-blame.

The doctor went on, "Later, he thought his wife had passed away. This was undoubtedly another heavy blow to him. His already fragile psychological defenses completely collapsed, and his psychological problems worsened further. It has become difficult for him to effectively control his emotions and behavior. In today's situation, some factors should have triggered the pain and anger deep in his heart. He was overly emotional, which made him irritable and eventually led to coma." The doctor's expression was serious and his tone was full of regret.

Zheng Wancheng's tears welled up in her eyes, and it seemed as if they would burst out at any time.

She said in a trembling voice: "Then...then can he be saved? Can he return to normal?"

Her voice was full of fear and expectation, like a child lost in the dark, longing for a glimmer of light.

The doctor comforted him, "As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment and give him enough care and support, there is still hope that his condition will gradually improve. But this takes time, and he needs to have a strong desire to recover." The doctor's eyes were firm, giving Zheng Wancheng a glimmer of hope.

Zheng Wancheng bit his lips, which turned pale from being bitten, and said, "I understand."