Lin Muci found out the next day after waking up that she still had to go to the hospital to see a psychologist.
She looked extremely reluctant.
I'm not sick.
I don't have depression either.
But Lin Cuiping looked at her daughter, her big eyes brimming with heartache, as if she could burst into tears at any moment.
"Good, my little darling, just go, and Mom will feel relieved, okay~"
A woman of her age, acting spoiled to her daughter!
Lin Muci let out a soft hmph, and Lin Cuiping reached out and stroked her hair.
"Xiaoci, be good. Go see the doctor, and once the doctor says you're okay, Mom will be at ease. Otherwise, Mom will always be worried about you."
Lin Muci had no choice.
"Fine."
It's just seeing a doctor, she should be able to handle it.
Lin Muci thought so.
The driver drove her to the hospital.
The young doctor opposite her, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked at her.
Lin Muci could feel him scrutinizing her carefully. She frowned and heard him say.
"Xiaoci, right?"
"I am your psychologist, Yang Lanyan. We met when you were discharged last time."
He pursed his lips, smiling as he gazed at the young girl before him, his patient, Lin Muci.
Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, he had a face of abstinence.
But as his gaze fell on Lin Muci, it seemed to hold an unwavering certainty that could see through everything.
Lin Muci heard him say.
"Before, Xiaoci, you were always unwilling to open up your heart. Your mother is very worried about you."
"I know you have an aversion to doctors, but you can tell me anything you have on your mind, and I will help you."
In Lin Muci's mind, the system chimed in with an explanation.
"This is also a potential love interest!"
"When he turns malevolent, he's on par with Ling Qianhe."
"On the surface, he's a top psychologist with a Harvard doctorate."
"In reality, he's a big shot who controls two research institutes and an arena in the American underground. His family's influence overseas is immense. Several Chinatowns are his family's territory. Host, you mustn't make him suspect you. He will genuinely dissect you for research~"
"He's as terrifying as Ling Qianhe~"
Lin Muci:
She was truly thankful for the system's kind warning.
Yang Lanyan, looking at the uncooperative girl opposite him, still spoke to her gently.
"I heard that after you were discharged last time, your personality became much more cheerful?"
"At school, you've also been more willing to interact with people. Many classmates have been talking to you."
"These are good signs."
"With a few more psychotherapy sessions, you'll be able to communicate happily with others and build good relationships at school."
Lin Muci said.
"Don't listen to my mom's nonsense. I'm quite unpopular at school. It's just my nature to be disliked, nothing I can do about it."
"Besides, I'm not pursuing good relationships. Don't worry about me."
Yang Lanyan chuckled. The elegant young man opened his mouth and said.
"Xiaoci, don't be nervous. You're the first patient I've met since returning to China, and I truly consider you a friend."
"You can tell me any troubles you have, and I will help you."
"Everyone needs friends."
"I am your friend."
"I know you like Ling Qianhe. There's nothing to be ashamed of. When people face setbacks, they project their dissatisfaction with reality and their yearning for a better life onto a distant opposite-sex person. That's how the term 'idol' came about."
"Xiaoci, it's not shameful to like him."
Lin Muci said exceptionally loudly.
"I will NOT like Ling Qianhe!"
"Liking Ling Qianhe is shameful!"
"It's incredibly embarrassing!"
Outside the consultation room.
Because Lin Muci's voice was too loud, it carried through the walls and out into the corridor.
"Next patient."
"The current top star, Ling Qianhe."
Hearing the girl's resonant voice,
His expression darkened.
Lin Muci walked out of the psychology consultation room, and as she looked up, she bumped into Ling Qianhe, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He stood outside the door, wearing a thin white shirt, and sneered at Lin Muci.
"Liking me is embarrassing?"
Lin Muci hadn't expected him to be so persistent.
He had chased after her fast enough.
She said angrily.
"Of course. The whole school knows that anyone who likes you is a brainless fan, a mindless fangirl. Get lost!"
"You're a pest! I want to go home, I want to take a bath, I want to jump over a brazier!"
Ling Qianhe stared into Lin Muci's eyes.
He wished he could pin her against the wall and demand an explanation, but the clear voice of the young doctor from inside came out.
"Next patient. Ling Qianhe."
Ling Qianhe fell silent for a moment, then finally lifted his foot and walked forward.
"This idiot brainless girl!"
"How could he think she was Sister Muci?"
"This wild, hateful girl isn't even fit to carry Sister Muci's shoes!"