Young Master Lin, take care of your scumbag wife

Chapter 816 Who Are You? 48
When saying these words, Mo Tianxun's heart was bleeding.

His lively and cheerful daughter was actually tortured into such a state...

Morjiasi lowered her head, her hair was disheveled, and her face was pale. She was shaking uncontrollably, and she held her father's sleeve tightly with one hand, with bulging veins on the back of her hand.

Mo Tianxun simply picked her up and took her back to the room.

As soon as she was put on the bed, she turned over and faced down, her body curled up, obviously unwilling to face people.

Mo Tianxun covered her with the quilt, he signaled the others to leave, and he sat on the sofa and waited silently.

It took an hour for Lin's psychiatrist to arrive in a hurry. It was a middle-aged female doctor, surnamed Yang.

She talked with Mo Tianxun alone, and after understanding the situation, she already had a preliminary judgment in her mind.

"Mr. Mo, judging from my experience, Ms. Mo should be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder."

"Post-traumatic stress disorder!?" Mo Tianxun knew this disease, and his face became more serious, "Is it serious? Will it be difficult to cure?"

"Don't worry, I won't know the specific situation until I talk to Ms. Mo." Dr. Yang pointed to the door, "Is Ms. Mo resting? When can I talk to her?"

"It's fine now, but..." Mo Tianxun frowned, "But maybe he doesn't want to talk to people, especially strangers."

"Then I'll go in and have a look." The female doctor gently pushed the door open with a briefcase in her hand.

The bedroom was very dark, and Mo Jiasi refused to turn on the light. Dr. Yang turned on the phone, and the faint light on the screen was just enough to see the road.

She arrived at the bedside, sat down on the chair, and was not in a hurry to speak. She opened her mouth after a while: "It's most comfortable to sleep with the curtains closed in winter, and I like it too..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, her eyes fixed on Morjias's back.

The girl did not respond, lying motionless with her back to her.

Dr. Yang put down his briefcase, relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the chair, and then officially opened the topic: "Hi, Miss Mo, do you want to talk to me? I know you have doubts in your heart, maybe I can help you solve your problems?"

Morjiasi still didn't move, and the doctor was not in a hurry, and waited patiently.

After a long time, Morjiasi finally turned around.

With the faint light of the mobile phone, she looked at the strange woman in front of her and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Dr. Yang hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a smile. Getting her to speak was already a good start.

"Hello, I'm Mu Le's friend. My job is mainly to chat with people. No matter what troubles you have, I can solve them for you."

"Hmph, are you a psychiatrist?" How clever Mo Jiasi was, he immediately guessed her identity.

"Yes, I'm Doctor Yang." She didn't deny it, and stretched out her hand with a smile, "Your family members are very worried about you, so they came to me, Ms. Mo, let's talk? It will feel better..."

Morjiasi sat up. She didn't reject the doctor, but she just didn't speak.

"I understand how you feel..." Dr. Yang looked around the bedroom with a dignified expression, "You stayed in such a dark environment because you adapted to the environment when you were imprisoned before. Blame the people who kidnapped you, they deserve to die the most!"

Mo Jiasi raised his head and looked at her in surprise, unexpectedly she had hit on what was on his mind.

Seeing her eyes, Dr. Yang knew that his judgment was right. This Ms. Mo not only suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, but also couldn't adapt to a normal living environment.

"I heard that the court has opened today, don't be afraid, you should cheer up and bring the criminal to justice!"

(End of this chapter)