A good doctor is quite extraordinary.
They must attend to the patient’s physical health while also fortifying the patient’s spirit. And if one is a versatile doctor, not only skilled in both internal and external surgery, proficient in traditional Chinese dicine’s diagnostics, but also involved with psychological matters.
ntal illness, shadows left after psychological trauma, ntal disease—when encountering patients like these, what is most feared is a situation like Su Lang’s.
He is entirely a living dead, ignorant and unaware, numb and unfeeling. Since his spirit refuses to accept or communicate with the outside world, Dong Huiying can only use her imagination, from his numbed appearance and the basic situation she once understood, to "imagine" what he has experienced and speculate where this psychological trauma ca from.
Hmm, she pondered deeply, thinking this matter might be related to Qinghe? After all, Su Lang easily becos agitated and loses calm whenever he encounters things related to Qinghe.
The deeper the love, the harsher the bla; similarly, the deeper the love, the stronger the hate?
Just guesses, but regarding how to handle the current situation, she still had no idea.
And Su Lang seed more like he had shut off all five senses, curled up in his own world, never responding to the outside. Such a person cannot be left alone.
For instance, Dong Huiying once leaned on a cane and went out for a day to find a way to enter the palace.
Before leaving, she carefully prepared breakfast and lunch for Su Lang, instructing him on how to eat when hungry, but when she returned, Su Lang was still lying on the bed as usual, and the als she had prepared remained untouched.
Dong Huiying: "..."
She couldn’t help but wonder, given his current state, what if nature called? Hmm... could it be that he secretly took care of things while she was out?
"Hey hey hey!"
Looking at Su Lang lying on the bed, either sleeping or staring blankly, Dong Huiying sighed with a furrowed brow.
Her face, covered in wrinkles like the skin of an old orange due to premature aging, drooped even more.
What a bother; if she had known, she wouldn’t have saved him. But after all, this person is also Zhi Chen’s subordinate.
Alright, alright, let’s say she’s being hypocritical; even if she knew beforehand it would end up like this, she certainly would have saved him anyway. While Dong Huiying was vexed and troubled about entering the palace and Su Lang’s affairs, subtle changes began to silently erge within Dayuan Territory several months ago.
For instance, within the migrant populations of various cities, so rather peculiar individuals suddenly appeared.
These people dressed as commoners—so were elderly, so were n, so were won, and so were children.
Speaking in Jiangnan Area accents with very fierce folk customs, they blended quietly like drops of water into the ocean, silently lurking in the cities.
Moreover, aside from these people, there were also so soldiers bustling around; their footprints spanned across Dayuan, presumably seeking sothing or watching for sothing while mutually communicating, yet Dong Huiying remained entirely unaware of all this.
At this mont in Yuanjing, several young laborers returned from the slave market.
"No clues about Madam for now, the City Lord instructed us to pay attention to Madam, but I’ve observed young won and elderly folks, none had purple eyes. They are not Madam."
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