The CEO's wife, suffering from terminal cancer, is filled with regret!

"The patient needs enough rest to recover. If you don't have anything else to do, please don't disturb him here."

After saying this meaningfully, the doctor turned to look at the nurse standing next to him. The nurse immediately nodded in understanding, "Dr. Zhang, I will stay here and take good care of the patient."

"Okay, the patient is now in your care."

After saying this, the doctor turned and left the ward.

Not long after he left, Shen Zhixia said with a stern face, "The doctor told you to rest well, so I won't disturb you."

As she left, I watched her slender figure from behind, a complex emotion flashing across my eyes.

The nurse sat down beside my bed and said gently, "She's gone. Now you can get some rest."

"Ah."

This time, I closed my eyes and slowly let down my guard. Perhaps because of the effects of the drug, I fell asleep not long afterward.

After leaving the ward, Shen Zhixia immediately spotted the doctor standing not far away.

Her brows furrowed, and she hurried over. "Dr. Zhang, has his condition worsened again?"

This time, Dr. Zhang didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked, "Are the patient's father and mother still alive?"

Shen Zhixia shook her head, her face full of complicated emotions.

She didn't understand why Ji Nanchen suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night and even saw his parents, but she keenly noticed that the doctor's expression was very unpleasant.

Could Ji Nanchen already be suffering from a mental illness?

Shen Zhixia pursed her lips, and her voice deepened as she spoke again, "Does he... does he already have a mental illness?"

"Yes."

The doctor looked at Shen Zhixia with a solemn expression and sighed helplessly.

"The patient has started to experience hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, but still retains some rationality. The symptoms should not be severe. The preliminary diagnosis is schizophrenia."

Shen Zhixia staggered. Although she had a premonition, she still found it hard to believe that Ji Nanchen was suffering from a mental illness.

"Ji Nanchen... wasn't he supposed to be very resilient? How could he suddenly become so fragile?"

How did he suddenly become a mental patient who might have schizophrenia?

How could this be?

Shen Zhixia's dark eyes were filled with disbelief, and her lips trembled slightly.

The doctor standing in front of her was speechless upon hearing this.

He held back for a moment, but couldn't help himself and retorted in a harsh tone, "Even the most resilient person is still a human being, not a robot. How could they not get hurt?"

Shen Zhixia pursed her lips, clenched her hands tightly at her sides, and bit her lip hard, suppressing the complex emotions surging within her.

When she returned to the villa, she heard Ji Nanchen cursing Xu Jin. Considering his actions during that time, she assumed that Ji Nanchen had hurt Xu Jin. Little did she know that it was all a play orchestrated by Xu Jin herself.

She even brought Xu Jin to see Ji Nanchen arrogantly right after he woke up from his coma, and boasted that since he disliked Xu Jin so much, why didn't he return Xu Jin's blood?

At this moment, Shen Zhixia recalled what had happened before and was filled with remorse.

Seeing her like this, the doctor sighed helplessly and left with only the words, "You'd better take care of yourself."

Later that night, Shen Zhixia stood in the corridor, thinking about many things.

The next morning, Shen Zhixia asked her assistant Li Xiangnan to invite the famous psychologist Chen Cheng, who arrived at the hospital with his assistant.

When psychologist Chen Cheng saw Shen Zhixia, he nodded slightly and said, "Ms. Shen."

"Hello Dr. Chen, which ward is the patient I'm seeing today?"

As she spoke, Shen Zhixia pointed to room 598 across the street, and then recounted the events of the previous night with a complicated expression.

“Dr. Chen, he suddenly had a relapse last night. In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly got up, went to the window, pointed to the empty place under the big tree downstairs, and said that his parents were waiting for him downstairs and he wanted to go downstairs to go home with them.”

"His...his parents have both passed away."

Dr. Chen Cheng frowned and asked seriously, "Were they recently deceased?"

Shen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, and after regaining her senses, she said in a deep voice, "His father died in an accident a long time ago, and his mother committed suicide by jumping off a building some time ago."

"okay, I get it."

Dr. Chen Cheng answered gently, then walked towards room 598 across the street.

After he and his assistant entered the ward, he politely introduced himself and asked the nurse to leave.

After leaving the ward, the nurse immediately reported the incident to Dr. Zhang at the hospital.

Not long after, Dr. Zhang rushed over.

He had just stopped in front of Shen Zhixia when my angry roar echoed from the ward.

At that moment, my eyes were bloodshot as I stared at Dr. Chen Cheng, who was standing not far away. I struggled with my hands, trying to break free of the ropes, but I couldn't.

Chen Cheng and his assistant came in one after the other. When I saw them, I didn't have much of a guard up because I trusted the doctors and nurses.

Who knew that after they came in, they immediately pinned me to the bed without saying a word and then tied my hands with a rope.

"Mr. Ji, can you tell me why your mother committed suicide?"

I glared at him, struggling fiercely. The more I struggled, the angrier I became, until finally I couldn't take it anymore and let out an angry roar.

My scream had barely faded when the ward door opened.

The person who opened the door was Shen Zhixia.

She walked in looking flustered and asked anxiously, "What happened to him?"

After she saw the situation in the ward clearly, her eyes darkened instantly, and she looked at Chen Cheng with displeasure.

"Why did you tie him up? Didn't you see he was in pain?"

Dr. Chen Cheng glanced at me, then turned to Shen Zhixia and said gently, "The patient is easily agitated. We tied him up to prevent him from harming himself."

Shen Zhixia's delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly. She took a deep breath, and her voice, when she spoke again, still carried suppressed anger.

"Then why don't you give him a sedative and then use hypnosis to guide his treatment?"

"Excessive injection of sedatives can damage brain nerves, causing the patient's condition to recover more slowly."

The doctor paused here before continuing, "Hypnosis can be used to guide the treatment of mental illnesses, but it is not suitable for Mr. Ji."

"The root cause of Mr. Ji's current condition is his excessive thinking and worry. As long as he is properly guided to vent his emotions, his condition can be greatly alleviated."

After saying this, he looked at Shen Zhixia with a hint of displeasure. "Ms. Shen, we are professionals. Please trust us and don't suddenly barge in and interrupt our treatment. It's not good for the patient or for us."

Shen Zhixia opened her mouth, as if to say something, but when her eyes met my scarlet eyes, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have become like this.

She clenched her hands tightly at her sides and asked in a low voice, "How long will the treatment take?"