My attention wandered for a moment, and the scene had already shifted indoors.
Lv Qiaolan had become like a walking corpse. She clutched a teddy bear, her gaze unfocused.
The teddy bear sat in Lv Qiaolan's arms and reached out a little hand to gently touch her cheek. Even so, Lv Qiaolan didn't look down at it once.
Zhang Shan was frantic. He flipped through Lv Qiaolan's medical records and called friends he knew, hoping to find a specialist who could examine her.
Lv Qiaolan's son, Zhang Xiaojun, sat across from her, also holding a teddy bear as he watched his mother with concern.
"What's wrong with Mom? What kind of illness does she have?" Zhang Xiaojun murmured to himself.
The little bear stroked Zhang Xiaojun's cheek too. Its expression didn't change, but somehow it seemed sad.
Zhang Shan paced around the room as he talked on the phone. The call ended with pleading and thanks. After hanging up, he braced both hands on the table and bowed his head deeply.
Zhang Xiaojun's worried gaze shifted to his father.
Zhang Shan was like a trapped beast: anxious, irritable, and deeply troubled. None of the people he'd contacted had brought him good news.
Lv Qiaolan's problem seemed psychological, but the psychologists they'd already seen couldn't get a word out of her. Lv Qiaolan was simply slow to react, not completely unresponsive. It was clear she still had her wits about her and didn't think anything was wrong with her condition. Her unwillingness to cooperate meant the therapy was going nowhere. Antidepressants and other medications weren't helping either.
Zhang Shan went over to Lv Qiaolan and sadly stroked her hair. He noticed the bear in her arms and saw that it was looking up at him. He reached out and stroked it