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“Brother Yang, Xiao Yi has been like this for several days now. He doesn’t say anything and just follows you blankly, or he stays by himself. Is there something wrong with his mental health? Maybe you should see a doctor.”

Jiang Chen took a temporary leave because of her grandfather's matter. She was ordered to stay with Jiang Yi, and she didn't do anything out of line, which just made him feel strange.

"Zhao Mingyang is already on his way."

After staying up for several nights in a row, Jiang Yang closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose hard, and forced himself to sit slumped on the sofa.

Because Wang Ruozhi was pregnant, she left after attending the funeral and returned to her parents' home, partly due to local customs and partly because no one had the time or inclination to take care of her.

Since Jiang Yi could no longer stay with Chi Ruiche at the hospital, Abu and Youming took over.

Youjun disappeared after taking Grandpa Jiang to the hospital and there has been no news of him since. That night, only Jiang Yi, Youjun, and Grandpa Jiang were at the old house. The surveillance cameras had also been deliberately sabotaged, so it was impossible to know what happened at the moment.

Zhao Mingyang rushed over carrying a briefcase and a first-aid kit, followed by a bespectacled, well-mannered man.

Zhao Mingyang squatted down and called "Jiang Yi" several times, but there was no response. He re-administered the psychological test to her, and the result made him shake his head involuntarily.

In the old house garden, the breath of spring grew stronger, and a few butterflies fluttered about. The afternoon sun dappled Jiang Yi, who sat like a stone statue, her eyes vacant and devoid of any emotion.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, but it failed to stir any emotion within her. Quietly, expressionless, without uttering a word.

"How about it?"

Jiang Chen draped the shawl over Jiang Yi's shoulders and asked anxiously.

"Stress disorder, which usually occurs after being stimulated."

Zhao Mingyang casually placed the water glass in her hand, and Jiang Yi immediately raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp. He then handed her a banana, which she was about to put in her mouth.

The man standing behind him stopped him, peeled the banana, and put it back. Jiang Yi chewed mechanically, without any emotion.

"Does this mean she's okay, or that she's just in a low mood?"

Jiang Chen didn't understand the significance of their test.

"She has a stereotypical reaction; she lives in her own world and is indifferent to her external environment."

Jiang Yang poured himself a cup of coffee and walked over to Jiang Yi, watching him intently.

"Is it the same as last time? Will it be fine in a few days?"

“Last time she gave a simple response. Although the situation was similar, she was not opposed to psychotherapy.”

"Her grandfather's passing was a huge blow to her."

Jiang Yang let out a heavy sigh, looking at Jiang Yi with heartache, his words choking back tears.

Jiang Chen patted his drooping shoulder in time, "Is there any way to treat this now?"

"Now, not only is Grandpa Jiang's passing away, but her heart is also filled with guilt. She is trying hard not to be consumed by this feeling, and her mood has not been relieved. Grandpa Jiang is the last straw that broke her back."

The man wearing glasses pushed up his glasses.

"The brain employs defense mechanisms to protect itself when faced with sudden shocks. In a state of lethargy, there is a loss of awareness of the surrounding environment."

"To put it simply, we need to help her rebuild her hope."

"As you said, we gave her the medicine at first, but she either refused to take it or vomited after taking it."

"Brother Yang, let me introduce you. This is my senior brother, Zheng Sicheng. He is more authoritative than me in this field, and he is also a hypnotist. If medication can't help, this is the only method we can try."

Zhao Mingyang, carrying his briefcase, explained. The two exchanged a glance, and Jiang Yang hesitated, staring at Jiang Yi. He knew this method; when Xiao Yi went to New Zealand, they had also considered using it to help her forget everything.

"What about the side effects?"

"Perception is distorted, and memory is altered."

Zheng Sicheng confessed truthfully, then looked at Jiang Yi. Her condition had continued to worsen, and any external intervention was futile; they needed to discover these things for themselves.

"Can we, like last time, accompany you through psychological counseling as you slowly recover?"

"It's hard to say," Zheng Siwei said indifferently.

"hold on."

Jiang Yang took Jiang Yi's hand, his expression solemn and somber. He looked up, longing for her response, and a sense of loss and sadness welled up in his eyes.

"Xiao Yi, you are my closest family member."