Electronic Nezha

Chapter 70 I'm Depressed
Although Xiao Wu tries to find excuses to speak at every opportunity, he's not usually annoying. He probably gave us a task because the scene was a bit sad.

As soon as Liu Zhenhua got on the bus, he handed me a thick envelope. When I opened it, it was full of money, three stacks, thirty thousand yuan.

“My mom gave it to me secretly and asked me to give it to you because she was afraid you wouldn’t accept it if she gave it to you directly.”

I curled my lip; this Han Shiya is obsessed.

I put the money in my pocket and said to Liu Zhenhua, "Remember you got 95 on your final math test?"

Liu Zhenhua said speechlessly, "You take the money, and I do the work, right?"

"If you want the funds to be used for their intended purpose, I'll find you a tutoring class right away."

Liu Zhenhua said, "Many parents in our class have implemented an incentive system, with the highest reward being 100 yuan for every point raised."

What use is your money?

"I buy popsicles, spicy strips, and grilled gluten; they have many uses."

I took out a wad of cash, pinched out a bill, and gave it to him, saying, "This is a reward for you. Use it sparingly."

Children should be raised frugally!

"That's outrageous!" Liu Zhenhua stuffed the money into his pocket...

Xiao Wu was driving, and I put the sleeves of my down jacket on the steering wheel. I took out my phone and sent a WeChat message to Han Shiya: "Received the money, thank you." I thought about it and then deleted the last four words. I just wanted to add a witty remark, but who knows if Han Shiya would interpret it as her son having nothing to do with her anymore.

With this 30,000 yuan added, my net worth has finally reached seven figures, oh, just a hundred short.

After gazing at the snow outside the window for a while, Liu Zhenhua suddenly said, "Dad, I have something to tell you."

That tone and those words usually don't mean anything good.

"You said."

"It's about Qiao Yuchen."

"What do you mean by still thinking about that girl? I've already told Chen Zihan on you—"

Liu Zhenhua, however, was not in the mood for jokes and said, "Qiao Yuchen is depressed, and it's quite serious."

If it weren't for Xiao Wu driving the car, I would definitely have slammed on the brakes to express my shock.

"She told you?"

“I could tell from her playing the piano.”

"You can tell from that? She's just a bit aloof, you wouldn't be..."

Liu Zhenhua said helplessly, "Let me put it another way, I 'calculated' it."

Oh, I believe that now.

"I didn't need to ask," Liu Zhenhua said. "In the future, one of the most important applications of AI will be in medicine, especially in mental health. There has been great progress in identifying depression. There are significant differences between normal people and patients with depression in their playing of the piano, reading, writing, and micro-movements. Judging by data is almost error-free."

I asked, "What do you mean by 'it has reached a rather serious stage'?"

"They may have already had suicidal thoughts."

I gasped.

At this moment, Han Shiya replied on WeChat: "Okay, I want to see results in the final exams."

As we walked upstairs, we arrived at our doorstep. I kept thinking: if Han Shiya and Qiao Yuchen could have a close stepmother-stepdaughter relationship, it would be best to talk to her about it first. But reality is reality. Even biological mothers and daughters rarely have that ideal relationship. This isn't a heartwarming commercial...

When we got home, I asked Liu Zhenhua directly, "What can we do?" Liu Zhenhua said, "It seems that Uncle Qiao is still unaware. The most important thing now is to let him know and intervene with conventional medical methods to control the condition."

"Go to the hospital?"

"Yes, go to the hospital."

I stared at him, my mind a complete mess. How was I supposed to tell Qiao Yan this? Even if the boss knew a company was about to go bankrupt, you shouldn't be the first employee to blurt it out! Why do people hate crows? Because everyone thinks their crows are unpleasant to hear.

The problem is that Qiao Yan is still the boss who doesn't know the truth.

Liu Zhenhua seemed to see through my other ideas and preemptively said, "Don't think I'll come up with some amazing treatment plan. I'm not that amazing. Going to the hospital is not only to get Uncle Qiao to take it to heart, but also to get Qiao Yuchen to accept the reality that she is a patient. This kind of thing can't be delayed!"

I scratched my head vigorously and said, "I'm so conflicted!"

Liu Zhenhua said, "I'm conflicted too."

What are you struggling with?

"When I first left home, I hesitated about whether to tell you about Qiao Yuchen. If I were an ordinary person, there would be nothing I could do if Qiao Yuchen's illness was delayed. But I have this ability, and I know Uncle Qiao and his daughter. Wouldn't this be considered interfering in other people's lives?"

So he had his own issues too. I said bluntly, "Of course not. Your Uncle Qiao isn't a bad person. Just think of him as a doctor who just graduated from medical school. If he sees a relative has an illness and tells him, how can that be considered interfering in someone else's life?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "So I still told you, I will help if I can, as long as it is within my ability—saying 'Uncle Qiao is not a bad person' is a bit redundant. Even if he is a bad person, I still have to tell you. You can choose how to do it and figure out a way."

"Why me?"

"How could I say, 'I can tell your daughter is sick just by listening to her'?"

I shrugged and said, "Isn't that what I meant when I went to say it?"

"The same sentence has a different effect when said by a 14-year-old and a 40-year-old adult."

"At least if you go and tell him, Old Joe won't hit you..."

Liu Zhenhua glanced at the time and said, "I have to go to school." Western food is slow to begin with, and the way back is difficult to walk, so it's time to go to school.

I said, "Forget it, I'll ask for leave for you, you should go lie down for a while." Liu Zhenhua going to school every day is just a waste of time, and even for his health, I want him to rest. I'm not that rigid.

Liu Zhenhua's eyes lit up as he said, "No need! I mean no need to 'lie down' for a while. I'm not sleepy as long as I don't have class."

"Give me a brief explanation of depression." I need to have some basic knowledge to persuade Old Joe.

Liu Zhenhua said, "You just need to know that this is a disorder and abnormality in the nervous system. It is a real illness, like catching a cold, not what some people call 'being dramatic'."

With information so readily available now, I know a little bit about this.

Liu Zhenhua added, "What you need to do is have Uncle Qiao take Qiao Yuchen to the hospital for a check-up and medication as soon as possible. As for other methods, I'll think of some ideas."

I pointed at him and said, "You still have a way, right?"

"Well, it can only add flowers to brocade, not help in the snow."

"Tell me again how exactly you figured out she was sick from the music?" Further strengthen theoretical knowledge to prepare for lobbying efforts.

“Depression patients may experience forgetfulness, emotional instability, and other symptoms. Qiao Yuchen had to overcome these obstacles when she played the piano, which caused her a lot of pain. Even when she ate with us later, her lack of interest and absent-mindedness were manifestations of her condition. She may have always been aloof, so no one thought anything was wrong.”

Sigh, it's like I said nothing at all; our conversation can only go this far.

I lay in bed, racking my brains trying to figure out how to tell Qiao Yan. I was so conflicted that I was practically at my wit's end. Finally, I shouted, "Yuanyuan, I'm depressed. Do you have any ideas?"

Yuan Yuan stood at my door, only revealing her "pretty" oval-shaped robot vacuum cleaner face. She said gently, "Master, don't worry, you are in very good health."

(End of this chapter)