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Mei Jing shook her head. "I don't know. He was standing by the parking lot at the time, and it looked like he saw something terrifying."

Du Liangchen bit her lip to hold back her tears, her fingers moving rapidly.

I dreamt that I was in a car accident, and then I felt terrified whenever I saw a car. Then I woke up in the hospital.

Du Langxing put his hands on his hips and sighed, "We'll take you to the psychiatrist tomorrow. Your parents already know about the suspension; they said they'll be back tomorrow."

She's still recovering; how can she fly?

Du Langxing's already suppressed anger instantly erupted. "How would I know? I can barely manage to take care of you right now, and I have the nerve to worry about your mother? That's your and your father's responsibility to worry about. Your loss of voice before was due to excessive mental stress. Now that you're suspended and have lost your voice again, can't you take better care of your health and stop making us worry?"

Du Liangchen kept his head down, making his expression unreadable, but his calm demeanor was unsettling.

Seeing him being scolded like this, Mei Jing could no longer control her emotions, and tears welled up in her eyes. She stepped forward, hugged Du Liangchen, and stood between the two of them, accusing him, "Why are you saying such things to Chenchen? He just woke up and is already facing the loss of his voice, so his emotions are already unstable. And now you're blaming him."

Du Langxing was also heartbroken. This was his nephew, whom he had watched grow up, spending more time with than his own parents. From an unknown dreamer to the world stage, no one knew better or understood his sacrifices more deeply than he did. How could he not want him to be well? Watching the two embracing each other, his eyes reddened, he slammed the door and left.

"sorry Sorry......"

Mei Jing dared not look into Du Liangchen's eyes, afraid of seeing his disappointed and regretful expression, nor did she want him to see her weak and crying appearance. She pressed her face against his back and kept apologizing.

Feeling the trembling embrace and the touch of tears on his back, Du Liangchen finally reacted. He hugged Mei Jing's waist, pressed his cheek against his chest, listened to his heartbeat, opened his mouth to say something, but forgot that he couldn't make a sound. He gave a self-deprecating smile, and gently patted his back, offering silent comfort.

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Psychiatry.

Inside the ward, Du Liangchen, his parents, and his uncle waited for the doctor's examination results.

Looking at Du Liangchen's medical report, the doctor said, "You were in a car accident before, and you've been dreaming about the accident these past two days."

Du Liangchen nodded.

Do you usually experience motion sickness?

Du Langxing: "Yes, I get motion sickness not only in cars but also in planes. Medicine doesn't help, and I vomit until I feel completely nauseous."

The doctor frowned and continued, "Do you have insomnia? And do you need to turn on a nightlight when you sleep at night?"

Du Langyu couldn't answer, "I don't think so, we don't usually live together."

The doctor looked up at the patient's family in surprise, "So the patient usually lives alone?"

Du Langyu guiltily avoided the doctor's gaze, saying, "More or less."

The doctor suddenly understood why the patient was in such a mental state. The long-term lack of care from family members, coupled with high-intensity training and unreleased pressure, meant that the patient's strong willpower was evident in not attempting suicide.

She handed Du Liangchen paper and pen and said gently, "Then you write it down and tell me."

......

The doctor asked many more questions, filling two pages before stopping. They intended to send Du Liangchen back to his room, but he insisted on knowing about his condition.

I am an adult and have the right to know about my medical condition.

The doctor glanced at his unreliable parents but ultimately let him stay, because he could sense the patient's desire to recover.

"According to my diagnosis, the patient was likely triggered by a sudden external stimulus, which caused post-traumatic stress disorder, resulting in loss of voice due to tension and fear. In addition, the patient also has claustrophobia, as well as symptoms of anxiety and depression."

Upon hearing this, Tian Zhixi grabbed Du Langyu's arm in a panic, "How could it be so serious? Doctor, how should this be treated?"

Doctor: "The patient's condition is quite serious right now. You parents can't let him live alone anymore. You need to spend more time with him and make him feel loved and safe so that he can relax his tense nerves."

"Actually, I'm very curious. Don't the national team and provincial team have psychologists who provide regular counseling? How come the patient's condition was only discovered now? Do you know how dangerous it is to delay this long?"