Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 635: Chapter 609 True Feelings and Pretense (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +5 updates)

“Xiao Qian, were you just on the phone with that little girl’s family? How are things going?” Professor Liu got straight to the point.

“Professor…you don’t listen to my show every day, do you?” Xiao Qian was a bit surprised. It was quite late, how would he know unless he had been listening to the radio?

“Tell me about it! Hurry up!” Professor Liu was professional and could instinctively tell something was amiss. He was more concerned about the situation than maintaining his silent mystery or revealing that he listened to his disciple’s daily radio segment. He urged her to talk.

“Things don’t look too good. Here’s what happened…” Xiao Qian spent a minute to explain the situation briefly.

Hearing this, Professor Liu realized something was indeed wrong. His brow furrowed in concern.

“I was just about to call you—” Xiao Qain hadn’t finished her sentence when Professor Liu interjected.

“I’m going to work on this right now and see which hospital accepted such an emergency patient. Keep your phone on. I’ll join you shortly.”

Master and disciple were clearly well-coordinated.

Hanging up the phone, Xiao Qian stared at the starry sky, a shooting star streaked across. Her thoughts turned to the little girl named Weiwei.

The girl seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Wei, and their names were somewhat similar.

Her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder had improved significantly. In the past, confronted with such a situation, she would always wonder whether to intervene or not. Meddling in other’s affairs would break her bad-gal persona, and that would trigger her OCD.

But now it was different.

She had started to find a way to coexist harmoniously with her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. As Yu Minglang had said, she was a wicked woman with a good heart.

She was particularly content with this assessment he had given her.

Previously, in order to avenge her daughter, she had chosen many extreme means. She had to convince herself she wasn’t a good person to do so. When she wanted to use her doctor’s heart to heal others, she would feel conflicted with her own brainwashing, feeling pain, which would trigger her OCD.

Yu Minglang, this man radiating positive energy with his Siberian Husky-like personality, eventually helped Xiao Qain find a balance with his radiant energy.

She no longer needed to torment herself whether she was a good person or a bad person.

Professionally, she wanted to be a good doctor, personally, she did not mind being a bad person.

Saving patients with severe depression like Weiwei, and dealing with people like Lu Xiaocha with various means did not conflict.

While waiting for the professor’s call, Xiao Qian took out the notebook she carried with her and formally wrote on a new page: “The common cold of the soul; depression. Probability of occurrences 11%, probability of patients committing suicide-”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Xiao Qian paused and reluctantly wrote a number.

“15%, if not more.”

Many people consider this a stylish disease, with some feeling low and immediately assuming they’re ill; like the previous caller who cried about their depression. In reality, these people don’t understand how deeply painful true depression can be.

Feeling down is just a form of depressive emotion, but it’s not depression. There’s a fundamental difference.

Patients with moderate to severe depression like Weiwei are unwilling to share their sorrow with others; they will even deliberately hide their conditions, presenting themselves as if everything is fine, trying hard to integrate into society. However, it takes a lot of effort for these patients to do what would seem ordinary for anyone else.

Gradually they start to feel the world slow down, they suffer from insomnia, lose appetite, lose interest in everything, and can’t find any source of joy. They start to hate themselves, even their family’s attention becomes a reason to hate themselves because they cannot fit into society.

Lying down is more torturous than standing up, hence many choose to lie down forever, never to open their eyes again…

Just as Xiao Qian was about to write detailed notes about depression, the professor’s call came through.

“In the Central Hospital’s Emergency Room, the girl’s name is Ye Xiaowei.”

Ye Xiaowei?

Xiao Qian was taken aback. Why did this name sound familiar to her? Was there a connection with Ye Xiaoyu?

Without time to give it further thought, Xiao Qian rushed to the hospital, arriving almost at the same time as Professor Liu.

The two exchanged a glance, and walked into the hospital together.

“I asked a friend who works in the hospital, the girl consumed a large amount of sleeping pills. If she was brought in any later, she might not have survived,” said Professor Liu. He noticed Xiao Qian’s solemn expression and patted her hand, “You did well. If you hadn’t handled it promptly and appropriately, she wouldn’t have survived.”

The most unbearable thing for a doctor is when a patient passes away right before their eyes.

A doctor’s benevolent heart, without compassion, they would lack the determination to alleviate the suffering of their patients. This is especially true for a psychologist— treating people’s mind, the doctor’s heart is even more important.

At the beginning, Professor Liu was worried that Xiao Qian lacked this compassion. Xiao Qian always seemed overly calm, overly practical. But seeing the results of Xiao Qian’s treatments a few times, she dispelled this concern.

The fact that she could show up late at night to meet a stranger, all because the young patient had made one call to Xiao Qian. Because Xiao Qian sensed a different feeling in the call made by the little girl named Weiwei, which was why Xiao Qian came.

This made Professor Liu feel relieved. She was certain that the Xiao Qian she first met was not like this. Xiao Qian’s medical skills never worried her, what Xiao Qian needed to improve was only her compassion. She didn’t know if Xiao Qian’s compassionate side had come out because of her stable relationship with Yu Minglang, or if the compassion was there but was suppressed by Xiao Qian.

Now, Xiao Qian gave Professor Liu reassurance.

The future super doctor is growing little by little. Witnessing this growth is the most comforting thing for a teacher.

Outside the emergency room, Xiao Qian saw Ye Xiaowei’s family.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly looked anxious, and a middle-aged woman was sitting outside the emergency room, listlessly picking her bright red nails. This woman looked familiar to Xiao Qian, she couldn’t remember where she had seen her before, but it was clear the woman was indifferent.

Even when this woman looked up at the emergency room, there was no sympathy in her eyes that a normal person should have, just endless indifference.

Xiao Qian felt an underlying irritation.

Even if a stray cat or dog on the street got hit by a car in front of them, any person with a bit of humanity would feel pity. The same goes for a living person being treated in there. Her expression made Xiao Qian feel that she might really wish the person inside would die.

Even Professor Liu noticed the woman’s impatience.

Psychologists have extraordinary insights into people’s subtle expressions and eyes – they perceive a person’s heart through small details. The woman’s impatience was completely seen by the two psychologists.

Yet in the span of a few seconds, when the middle-aged man turned around, the woman displayed an astonishing talent for quick-change. She quickly dropped her act, her face plastered with anxiety. She got up and spoke to the man.

“Old Ye, nothing’s going to happen to our little Weiwei, right? It’s been so long since she’s been in there. I’m so worried!”