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Listening to Wen Liancheng's words, Beitang Yaori slowly clenched his palms tightly.

[Master Di, these have little to do with the body, the most important thing is the heart. ]

Xin, even if Wen Liancheng doesn't say it, he, Beitang Yaori, knows better than anyone else!

[Is there any way to recover? ]

[Physical therapy, repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation can be used, as for psychotherapy...]

Wen Liancheng looked at Beitang Yaori: [I'm afraid it's up to you. ]

What made Beitang Yaori heave a sigh of relief was that fortunately, she was fine.

In the past, no matter what he did, Beitang Yaori was very confident.Today, however, he was inexplicably flustered.

Psychotherapy, this is indeed a big challenge for Beitang Yaori.

No matter what, Beitang Yaori had to let Lin Nuanxi return to normal within ten days.

These ten days are his deadline!

……

[Master, it's getting late, you should go to bed. ]

[However, I want to see my mother. ]

Leng Zhao put on a new set of well-fitting pajamas for him, and fastened the buttons one by one.

[Now Young Master Di is treating her, you also want your mother to recover as soon as possible, right? ]

Didn't realize that Leng Zhao was alone, but he was also very good at coaxing children.

Of course, Lin Xing hoped that his mother would recover soon. He missed Lin Nuanxi's cooking and the sunny and strong smile on her face.

[Will Beitang Yaori cure mother? ]

[At least, he's trying. ]

Well, if it is for the good of his mother, Lin Xing is willing to cooperate with Beitang Yaori.

Nodding obediently, Leng Zhao carried him to the bed and turned on the dark and warm sleep night light.

[Good night, young master. ]

[Leng Zhao. ]

With a soft sound, Lin Xing stopped Leng Zhao's body.

[Is there anything else, young master? ]

Lin Xing grabbed the soft quilt and looked at the beautiful ceiling.

[Is it true that the more you value a person, the more sad you will cry? ]

It is a bit heavy for such a profound question to be uttered from the mouth of a four-year-old kid.

[My mother often cried and called Beitang Yaori's name in her dreams. I couldn't tell whether my mother hated him or liked him.However, I can see that my mother's face is very painful. ]

[…]

[ Is Beitang Yaori the most important person to mother? ]

[Little master, the subordinates don't know whether this young master is the most important person to her. ]

Leng Zhao answered honestly, Lin Xing's beautiful eyes were slightly dimmed.

[However, there is one thing that the subordinates are very clear about. ]

[…]

[Lin Nuanxi is the most important person to Di Shao. ]

This sentence seems to be not much different from Gengcai's, but it made Lin Xing show a happy smile.

[Good night, Leng Zhao. ]

Turning around, the little guy grabbed the quilt and covered it, closing his eyes.

Leng Zhao smiled softly and walked to the door of the room: [Good night, young master. ]

Shutting the door lightly, Leng Zhao left.

Although this young master is not very old, his thoughts are extremely meticulous!

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In the bedroom here, the lights are still on.

There was no one in the bedroom, and there were occasional splashes of water from the bathroom.

In the bathroom filled with mist and hot air, Beitang Yaori sat in the bathtub with Lin Nuanxi in his arms.

Using a sponge ball to gently wipe her with water and wash her body, Lin Nuanxi was as quiet as a cat.