Qian hadn’t had the chance to look at the patient’s information and na before her phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Yu Minglang, so she called out Xiaoqiang, not because it was written as Xiaoqiang on the dical record.
"Qian, what are you doing?" His voice sounded a little tired.
"Just got back from my teacher."
"Teacher?"
"It’s Mr. Liu’s ex-wife. Xiaoqiang, I can hear from your voice that you seem very tired."
Minglang chuckled lightly, "Listening to you talk takes away that tiredness."
In reality, he had just finished a brutal negotiation, staying up for two nights and three days without sleep. Taking a rare break, he thought of Qian.
"Silly, if you’re tired, go rest. Call once you wake up." She could guess that Minglang hadn’t slept in a long ti, and thinking about him making the effort to call her despite his exhaustion made her a little heartbroken.
"Mmm, going to sleep now—do you have classes on the 15th of next month, between 3-5 pm?"
"Is sothing up?" Qian asked.
"Mmm, I need to go to your place for a business eting. We have an hour to et if it’s convenient for you—"
"Convenient." Qian closed her schedule, ignoring whatever classes were there. If possible, she’d see Xiaoqiang; if not possible, she’d overco any obstacle to see him!
"Then I’ll call you when I arrive. Qian, I miss you." His voice, like a warm sun, seeped warmly through the phone into her ears, directly into her heart.
"Got it." Qian wanted to hang up, but she rembered how he once complained about her not being proactive. His little exasperated expression was deeply etched in her mind, so she added another sentence.
"I miss you too."
Minglang was hanging up, still in disbelief. It took him a while to realize that his Qian had indeed changed, becoming more womanly.
"Hehe..." Minglang stood by the phone, grinning widely, savoring the mont.
"Silly, I’m hanging up!" She heard him playfully and coyishly say.
"Don’t—i, kiss , please?" Minglang was clearly pushing his luck. Qian used to be indifferent, and he felt she was a bit unresponsive. Now that she replied to him, he couldn’t help but want more.
"No." Qian was already preparing to hang up. She wasn’t the kind of girl who clings to a man.
But then she heard sounds of encouragent around Minglang.
"Little boss, you’re being rejected again, huh? Hahaha~"
"Xiaoqiang, put the phone on speaker."
Minglang didn’t know what she wanted, but whatever she said, he would comply. Standing next to him were Qiao Zhen and another secretary, teasing glints in their eyes. They all thought, even the devilish little boss has his day!
Rumor had it that the little boss’s fiancée had a cool deanor, which seed to be true.
Resigned, Minglang put the call on speaker. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have co with all these people to make the call...
"Not kissing because I care for you. If I kiss the phone, won’t it steal your advantage? When you co, we can kiss however we like. Brothers, sorry for the laugh. Goodbye."
Qian said and imdiately hung up.
Minglang instantly rose from the depths of gloom, seeing envious, jealous eyes around him, slapping soone on the shoulder triumphantly.
"Did you hear that? My i is caring for , not like what you said, rejecting !" When Minglang was being proud, his internal monologue was: Why didn’t I bring the entire company over to hear this? My i is so adorable!
"...How did you manage to win over sis-in-law?" Qiao Zhen asked, unconvinced. With a character as fierce as the King Yan, won still wanted the little boss, and such a wonderful woman too, it’s infuriating!
"Can’t find the words, can you? How can it be tricking! My relationship with your sister-in-law is mutual affection. The first ti I saw her, I knew she had to be my wife. Such love at first sight is sothing you shallow people cannot understand!"
Minglang entirely ignored his previous anxiety and regret, basking in the radiance of those fleeting monts.
Feeling the work fatigue vanish and miraculous replenishnt of energy, his heart was filled with a strong anticipation for the brief eting in a month.
Qian hung up the phone, thinking she might have given a bunch of sincere guys on the other end quite a shock, feeling much better.
Today, because of her teacher’s issues, her emotions hadn’t stabilized. After talking with Xiaoqiang for just a little while, she felt significantly better. It seems that being in love doesn’t always lower one’s intelligence, but also has positive effects.
Qian carefully reviewed the files given by her teacher. The task was a man nad Chu Xuan, who was a civil servant, 28 years old, married, with mild spring mania. His emotions were high during episodes. To Qian, a bit of dication alongside her treatnt could quickly resolve it.
It was just an ordinary psychological consultation with very low difficulty. Qian reviewed the information several tis with so confusion.
Was her teacher intentionally choosing soone to lower her difficulty? Her teacher wasn’t money-minded like Qian, but the cases she took were always very representative or severe. If not sever, they were at least sowhat connected, like how Minglang’s mother once sought help from the teacher for Panpan’s treatnt.
In other words, the teacher’s cases were always complex or involved people with complicated backgrounds, so where did such an ordinary case co from?
Qian didn’t yet know that this seemingly ordinary case actually had deep roots behind it; that was a story for later. At the mont, she simply assud her teacher deliberately lowered the challenge so as not to overwhelm her. After studying the case and writing a treatnt plan, she called the patient using the contact information in the file.
She didn’t expect a woman to answer the call.
"Hello, I’m the psychologist recomnded by Mr. Liu. May I speak with Mr. Chu Xuan?"
"Oh, you’re the one recomnded by godmother? He went out for a run. Doctor, is my husband’s condition serious? He’s highly spirited every day, endlessly talking when excited, and often exercises till late at night."
The woman’s voice was gentle, with undisguised concern, clearly a virtuous wife and loving mother.
"I need to see him to know for sure, but in my experience, it’s not a big problem." Hearing her call Mr. Liu godmother, Qian’s suspicions were dispelled. No wonder; such a typical case wouldn’t have been taken up by the teacher if not for a special acquaintance.
Since the person she needed wasn’t there, Qian was about to hang up and call again later when she heard a man’s voice on the other end.
"ijing, who is it?"
This woman’s na is ijing? Qian was montarily stunned, then dismissed her thought; it must be a common na. Her teacher would never take that woman as her goddaughter.
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