Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

"some."

"which one?"

Qiao Yin lowered her head again: "It's all over. I won't make this kind of mistake again."

Seeing her depressed look, Lu Lingche felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stood up and hugged Qiao Yin into his arms. He said in a low voice: "No matter what happens, I don't blame you. I am the one who is wrong, Qiao Yin." Yin."

Qiao Yin leaned against him, feeling the vibration in his chest when he spoke, and took a gentle breath.

She is slowly letting go.

She found the reason why he didn't like her. She didn't even like herself at that time, so how could she force him to like her?
The unwillingness to be divorced has even dissipated a little, and the resentment is also lessening.

She thought for a moment, then raised her hand and put it on Lu Lingche's wrist to check his pulse.

After a moment, she retracted her hand and said softly: "Your insomnia problem is already very serious. You have constant nightmares at night, often have night sweats, and you wake up soon after falling asleep. The effect of sleeping pills is minimal, because even if you enter a deep sleep, you will still wake up. Even if you have a nightmare, you will still wake up, right?"

Lu Lingche was surprised that she was willing to treat him, and he was also very surprised that her diagnosis was so accurate.

He knew that she had great medical skills, but when she really told him all his symptoms, he was still a little shocked: "Have you always been so good? You can clearly know the patient's problem just by diagnosing the pulse."

"I have learned medical skills from my grandmother since I was a child. When I was five years old, I could set bones for kittens and puppies. When I was ten years old, I could give acupuncture to reduce fevers for relatives at home. Even our teacher would come to see me when he was sick. "

A wry smile appeared on Lu Lingche's handsome face: "I'm sorry, you are so powerful, but I keep calling you a vase, I feel wronged to you."

She was really angry and aggrieved when he called her a vase before, but now she doesn't feel it anymore. She can even chuckle and joke: "You're right, during the time when I married you, I was really just a vase." , has no value to society. If you hadn’t filed for divorce, I think I would have been a vase and not a doctor.”

Lu Lingche heard the calmness in her voice. This seemed to be the first time in such a long time that she had said this with such a calm attitude. There was no thorn, no strangeness, no anger, no sadness, only calmness.

Lu Lingche intuitively felt that this was not a good thing.She was so calm that he panicked.

He couldn't help but hugged Qiao Yin tightly: "It was my fault. Don't use my mistakes to punish yourself, let alone belittle yourself. You have never been a flower vase."

"Even if it is, it's because of me that you became a vase. Before you married me, you were not a vase. After divorcing me, you are not a vase either. So the person least qualified to accuse you is me."

"You are my wife. You have not grown up by marrying me. It is my negligence as a husband. I am too indifferent to you. I enjoy your contribution in life, but I have not contributed anything."

"So you don't need to reflect or blame yourself. I am the one who should reflect and blame myself. I will spend the rest of my life to compensate you. Please give me a chance to compensate, okay?"

Qiao Yin looked up at him in surprise: "You spoke better today, and your self-analysis is deeper than before."

Lu Lingche stroked her long hair and whispered, "I'm not saying nice things, I'm pleading guilty."

Qiao Yin was indeed comforted by him. She felt better and finally showed a more sincere smile: "Since you have confessed, I will help you with your sleep problem."

"Are you willing to cure my insomnia?"

"I can't cure it."

Lu Lingche was surprised: "Is there any disease that you can't cure?"

"Because your illness is not physical, but psychological, you may need to see a psychiatrist. Our hospital has experts in this field, and I can help you introduce them. Once the psychological problem is solved, your sleep will be better, and you will No need to take medicine.”

Of course Lu Lingche knew that his insomnia was a psychological problem. He looked at Qiao Yin helplessly: "Is this what you said to help me? Tell me to see another doctor?" (End of Chapter)