Yan Ningke had no real external injuries. After half a month in the hospital, he absolutely refused to stay any longer, crying and clamoring to go home.
Before they left, Shao Ke took him to the psychology department again. Yan Ningke showed no resistance at all. He gave him a reassuring smile and walked into the consultation room of his own accord.
Mental illness still required self-regulation. Yan Ningke wanted to get well, so of course he cooperated fully with the doctor's treatment plan.
He was also the kind of patient the doctor was delighted to see. "You're doing very well, Mr. Yan. I believe it won't be long before you can see flowers bloom again."
The doctor handed him the examination report and said with a soft chuckle, "But don't rush for results. What matters most is maintaining a comfortable state of mind."
The first time Yan Ningke had described his world, it had been a desolate ruin, shrouded in smoke and dust. He stood alone beneath mottled light and shadow, like a lonely watchman in a city.
This time, faint light shone down through the dim haze, illuminating a small patch. A blade of grass stubbornly broke through the parched ground, bringing new life to the ruins.
After hearing what the doctor said, Shao Ke said nothing at the time. On the way back to the ward, he gripped Yan Ningke's hand tightly and refused to let go.
Yan Ningke glanced at him several times and swung their arms. Just as he was about to say something, Shao Ke cut him off with a hug.
After freezing for a few seconds, Yan Ningke sensed his emotions and couldn't help smiling. He reached up to hug him back, his voice soft. "It'll get better. Everything will get better."
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