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He thought that after He Zhilan’s miscarriage, he had taken enough care of her, but he never realized that he had still overlooked some details.

He was not a good husband, not a competent one.

"Shall we ask the doctor?" Sister Lin inquired of He Teng.

"Alright." It took a while before He Teng nodded, and then the three of them went back to the emergency department to find the doctor’s office.

Upon seeing He Teng, the doctor asked, "You must be He Zhilan’s family member, right? I was just looking for you."

"I am her husband," He Teng replied.

"Ah, then that’s correct." The doctor put down his pen and spoke seriously, "For your wife’s condition, I suggest that you take her to see a psychologist. Indeed, many people have serious misunderstandings about illness. Sometimes, it’s not only the body that gets sick; the mind can also fall ill.

Physical illnesses are visible and get treated promptly, but mental illnesses are often overlooked. "

Seeing that He Teng did not take offense, the doctor continued more confidently, "Nowadays, many people are very superstitious. As soon as they encounter a psychological disorder, they think it’s something dirty and resort to consulting Taoists and witches, which only makes the patient’s condition worse.

From what I have understood about your wife’s condition just now, if I’m not mistaken, she is suffering from the shock of her miscarriage.

So, while her body may have recovered, her mind is still ill.

Your wife’s current state, it looks quite like schizophrenia, but then again, not quite.

You’d better take your wife to a psychologist as soon as possible. "

Because the doctor was not a specialist in psychology, he didn’t dare draw any conclusion for He Teng. He merely suggested that He Teng should avoid mentioning the child in front of the patient after she wakes up, to prevent another bout of agitation.

After thanking He Zhilan’s colleagues, He Teng stayed alone in the hospital to take care of He Zhilan. Over half an hour later, He Zhilan woke up and was startled to see He Teng.

"Brother, why are you here?" Then, after glancing around, she asked with confusion, "Where is this? A hospital?"

"Yes." He Teng nodded.

"How did I end up in the hospital when I was perfectly fine?" He Zhilan asked He Teng, utterly puzzled.

Looking at the confusion in He Zhilan’s eyes, without a trace of any anomaly, He Teng thought for a few seconds and spoke in a mockingly light tone, "Just what kind of weather is this for you to suffer a heatstroke?

You fainted the moment you got to the office.

Your colleagues brought you to the hospital, and I rushed over after receiving the call. Want some water?"

"Heatstroke?" He Zhilan scratched her head, "How come I don’t feel it at all?"

"You fainted from the heat without even feeling it, what happens if you did feel it?" He Teng said, getting up to pour a glass of water for He Zhilan, and continued the conversation, "I know you can’t stand the heat, but I didn’t realize you were this susceptible."

"No way! I’ve never been like this before.

It must be you, spoiling me lately! That’s your fault, brother!

" He Zhilan pouted, "In the past twenty years, have you ever seen me suffer a heatstroke around this time? Back in my freshman year, I endured the heat during military training. Look, I survived that just fine. Maybe, as you get older, you just can’t handle the wear and tear. That’s it, brother, am I getting old? "

"What are you rambling about?" He Teng glanced at He Zhilan, "Afraid of getting old already at such a young age? Have you been sneaking out to eat popsicles behind my back? That’s why you’ve had a heatstroke, from going from cold to hot?"