Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Song Tingye, who had just finished his brain examination, walked in.

A psychiatrist followed behind him.

Song Xinya: "Doctor, is my younger brother mentally disabled?"

Song Tingye: "..."

"Sis, why are you swearing?"

A psychiatrist said, "His IQ is extremely high, but his EQ is quite low; he's roughly considered a normal person."

Song Tingye: "I think I have extremely high IQ, even higher EQ, and I am skilled in both literature and martial arts, as well as being very handsome."

A psychiatrist said, "Being unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, and being immersed in one's own illusory world, is called schizophrenia in the medical field."

Song Tingye: "...Doctor, what do you mean?"

Song Xinya: "I'm saying you're mentally ill."

Song Tingye: "Oh my god, I just came to visit my grandma, and now I'm being labeled as mentally ill. What's going to happen next? Should we lock me up in a mental hospital, tie me to a chair, and give me an electric shock therapy?"

A psychiatrist said, "Electroconvulsive therapy is no longer popular. We now use cerebellar resection surgery to treat patients' brains."

Song Tingye's eyes widened like saucers: "Cephalectomy!"

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed slightly, and said, "Farewell!"

She slipped out of the ward like a rabbit.

The psychiatrist smiled as he watched the boy's brisk steps, his slender back, and his black hair flowing freely with each step.

"Mrs. Qin, your brother is perfectly fine, so you can rest assured. The treatment method I just mentioned, cerebellar resection, is outdated. Please tell your brother not to be afraid."

The ward door creaked open a crack, and Song Tingye poked his head in: "Hey, I'm here, old Sun, hehe."

The door swung open, and he walked in with his arms crossed, saying, "I told you I'm normal. You adults just try to scare people."

Song Tingye looked at Song Xinya: "Sister, did Grandma recognize Youyou?"

Song Xinya looked at the psychiatrist: "No."

Psychiatrists are not surprised by this: "Illness comes on like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. You can't rush treatment, especially for mental illnesses, which take a very long time to heal."

"It's not that there's no way out. With medication, psychological counseling, and consistent daily efforts, there will be good results."

Song Xinya saw the doctor off, while Song Tingyou and Song Tingye stayed in the ward, talking to their grandmother and trying to cheer her up.

In the corridor, the psychiatrist instructed Song Xinya: "Mrs. Qin, bring your sister to visit your grandmother more often in the future. Let Song Tingyou have more contact with your grandmother. If your grandmother receives signals from Song Tingyou who grew up in the real world frequently, she might suddenly wake up from the illusory world one day."

Song Xinya nodded: "Thank you, doctor. I will."

The psychiatrist did not work at this nursing home. The reason he regularly traveled a long way to treat the grandmother was because he was entrusted by Qin Yuhe. After talking with Song Xinya, he left in a hurry.

As Song Xinya turned to walk into the ward, a slightly surprised voice came from the end of the corridor: "Xin Xin!"

Song Xinya turned around and saw Han Jingyi wearing a white coat, with gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge, looking gentle and refined.

He was surrounded by a group of sanatorium leaders in white coats.

"Brother Jingyi!"

She looked him up and down at his clothes: "Do you work here?"

Han Jingyi walked over: "No, I own this sanatorium. I'm here today to inspect it."

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise, "So you're the owner of this upscale sanatorium!"

"You're here because..." Han Jingyi suddenly remembered something: "My grandmother lives here!"

This nursing home was established by Han Jingyi after he went abroad, so he didn't know that Song Xinya's grandmother lived here.

Song Xinya: "Yes, my maternal grandmother lives here."

Han Jingyi asked with concern, "Is Grandma's illness any better?"

Song Xinya: "I'm much better, but not completely healed yet."

Han Jingyi: "I'm going to visit my grandmother."

Song Xinya glanced at the crowd following behind him: "Are you free now? Don't let this interfere with your work."

Han Jingyi smiled faintly: "It's convenient. Work is important, but visiting your grandmother is also important."

Instead of immediately pushing open the door to the ward and going in, he went downstairs to buy an expensive fruit basket, and then, carrying the basket, pushed open the door to the ward.

All eyes in the room turned to Han Jingyi.

The strongest reaction came from Song Tingye: "Damn! Brother Jingyi!"

Han Jingyi: "Xiao Ye, you've grown up."

Song Tingye: "If we don't grow up, are we supposed to grow small?"

He jumped up from the chair, rushed to Han Jingyi's side, opened his arms and hugged Han Jingyi: "Brother Jingyi, long time no see, you've become even more handsome, although compared to me, you're still a tiny bit less."

Han Jingyi: "Xiao Ye will always be the most handsome man in the world."

Song Tingye: "Of course."

Because Han Jingyi took good care of Song Xinya and Song Tingye before he went abroad, Song Tingye and Han Jingyi had a very good relationship.

Song Tingye put his arm around Han Jingyi's shoulder and walked to his grandmother's side: "Grandma, look who he is!"

Grandma looked Han Jingyi up and down: "Hehe."

Song Tingye: "He's not Hehe... uh, brother-in-law."

"He's Brother Jingyi, you've met him before, haven't you forgotten?"

Grandma: "I haven't forgotten, because I didn't even know him."

Song Tingye: "You've completely forgotten everything."

Grandma looked towards the door: "Why didn't Hehe come to see me today?"

Song Tingye: "You remember your brother-in-law quite clearly."

Song Xinya: "Grandma, Hehe didn't come today."

Grandma: "I haven't seen Hehe in so long, I miss him so much."

Song Xinya: "I'll bring Hehe to see you again when he's less busy with work and when he's feeling more comfortable."

Grandma: "I want to see Hehe today."

Song Tingye: "Grandma, why do you want to see my brother-in-law so much?" Grandma smiled shyly: "Hehe is handsome."

Song Tingye: "...You're still a sucker for good looks."

"However," he turned to look at Han Jingyi, "my Jingyi brother is also very handsome!"

Grandma: "Hehe is prettier."

Song Xinya took the fruit basket from Han Jingyi and placed it on the bedside table next to her grandmother: "Grandma, look, this is the fruit that Brother Jingyi bought for you. They are all your favorite fruits."

Grandma: "I can't eat without Hehe."

Han Jingyi came to visit his grandmother, who kept calling him "Hehe," which was somewhat of a slap in the face to him.

Song Xinya led Han Jingyi out of the ward: "Brother Jingyi, I'm sorry, Grandma is not in a good mental state, please don't mind."

Han Jingyi said calmly, "Don't worry, as a doctor, I wouldn't stoop to arguing with a patient. I will tell the doctors and nurses at the nursing home to take better care of Grandma."

Song Xinya: "Thank you so much, Brother Jingyi."

Han Jingyi: "Oh right, the Hermes bag I gave you yesterday, you forgot to take it when you left."

Song Xinya then remembered: "I was in such a hurry that I forgot."

Han Jingyi: "The Hermes bag is in my car, I'll bring it up for you."

Song Xinya: "I'm so sorry, I've made you bring it up. Let me go down with you."

Han Jingyi: "No need, you go keep Grandma company. It's nothing serious, I'll bring it up for you."

He returned and brought Song Xinya a Hermes bag, Xiao Ye a limited edition Ultraman gift box, Song Tingyou a pearl necklace, and his grandmother a calming and sleep-inducing tea. He was considerate of everyone.

Han Jingyi delivered the gift, but left without staying long.

As everyone in the room was immersed in the joy of unwrapping gifts, the door to the ward was pushed open, and to everyone's surprise, Qin Yuhe walked in.

Song Xinya, holding a Hermes bag, stared at Qin Yuhe in surprise.

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over the Hermès bag: "Who gave it to you?"

Song Xinya: "A friend."

Song Tingye: "Han Jingyi, our Brother Jingyi."

Qin Yuhe's brows furrowed: "Who is Han Jingyi?"

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