The doctor was montarily stunned, then quickly continued.
"If she keeps thinking negatively and is unable to vent her emotions... then the situation could beco more serious. In mild cases, she might develop psychological problems."
Many psychological issues begin after a severe setback.
After hearing the doctor’s words, Noah Drexler furrowed his eyebrows, then continued to speak.
"I need to know the most severe consequences."
"In severe cases... it could lead to ntal confusion, schizophrenia, and other conditions..." The doctor stopped speaking here...
Noah Drexler’s cold face was extrely grave.
"So, the current priority is to help Mrs. Drexler adjust her mood and vent her inner sadness, so she can feel more comfortable." The doctor added another sentence, as it seed that Mrs. Drexler’s condition was unusually stable.
People’s psychological endurance varies, and it seems Mrs. Drexler is not soone with an exceptionally strong heart. Being too calm is not a good sign, as it indicates she’s suppressing all her sorrow, which could lead to problems.
After the doctor finished speaking, Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips together and then instructed him.
"You may go."
The doctor nodded and then turned to leave the second-floor study.
...
On the first floor, after Noah Drexler left the dining room with the doctor, Sumr Shawcross stayed in the dining room for a while before turning to leave.
She didn’t expect that just as she was stepping out of the dining room, she would slip...
"Madam, be careful!"
Fortunately, a servant reacted quickly and caught her, preventing a fall.
Sumr was stunned for a mont and looked down at her twisted, aching leg, feeling sowhat dazed.
Perhaps she had slept too long, or for so other reason, her attention seed difficult to focus.
Her head felt dizzy... there was always a sense of unreality.
"Madam, did you twist your leg?" Seeing Sumr frown, the servant understood and asked with concern.
"It seems a bit," she nodded slightly, and the servant helped her to the sofa on the first floor to sit down.
Hearing that she twisted her ankle, the butler hurriedly brought a dical kit and fetched so linint.
"Madam, let apply so linint on your leg, it will be better in a couple of days."
Listening to the butler, Sumr obediently lifted her twisted left leg and placed it on the sofa.
Just as the butler poured linint into his hand to begin massaging Sumr, the sound of footsteps ca from the direction of the stairs.
Noah Drexler, who had just co downstairs, furrowed his brows at the sight of Sumr’s current state.
"What happened?"
"Madam accidentally twisted her ankle," the servant quickly replied.
Upon hearing this, Noah Drexler’s face darkened.
He had been gone for less than half an hour, and she managed to twist her ankle?
Quite a talent she had!
With this thought, he walked swiftly to the sofa, reaching out to take the bottle of linint from the butler’s hand.
"I’ll do it."
Just as the butler was about to decline, Noah Drexler’s low and serious voice sounded again.
"She’s afraid of pain."
He didn’t want to hear her gasp later; after all, this woman would shed two tears just from cutting her finger.
As Noah Drexler’s words fell, the butler was montarily stunned, then quickly stood up, making way for him.
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