The door to the hospital room swung open as Song Tingye walked in after his brain scan, followed by the psychiatrist.
Song Xinya asked, “Doctor, is my brother mentally challenged?”
Song Tingye: “…”
“Sis, why are you insulting me?”
The psychiatrist replied, “High IQ, poor emotional intelligence—about as normal as they come.”
Song Tingye said, “I think I have a high IQ, even higher EQ, and I’m skilled in both arts and martial arts, a real catch.”
The psychiatrist added, “But he can’t tell reality from fantasy, living in his own fictional world. In medical terms, we call that schizophrenia.”
Song Tingye: “…Doctor, what do you mean by that?”
Song Xinya: “He’s calling you crazy.”
Song Tingye: “Wow, I just came to visit Grandma, and now I’m labeled crazy. What’s next—lock me up in a psych ward, strap me to a chair, and zap my brain with electroshock therapy?”
The psychiatrist: “Electroshock therapy isn’t popular anymore. These days, we use cerebellum removal surgery to treat patients’ brains.”
Song Tingye’s eyes went wide as saucers: “Remove the cerebellum!”
He clasped his hands together, gave a slight bow, and said, “I’m out of here!”
He darted out of the room like a rabbit.
The psychiatrist watched the boy’s agile steps, his slim silhouette, and his black hair swaying with each movement, and smiled.
“Mrs. Qin, your brother is perfectly normal. You can rest assured. That treatment method I mentioned—cerebellum removal surgery—has long been outdated. Please tell your brother not to be scared.”
The door creaked open a crack, and Song Tingye’s head poked in. “Here comes your old Sun Wukong, hehe.”
He pushed the door wide open, walked in with his arms crossed, and said, “I told you I’m normal. You adults just love to scare people.”
Song Tingye looked at Song Xinya: “Sis, has Grandma recognized Youyou?”
Song Xinya glanced at the psychiatrist: “No.”
The psychiatrist wasn’t surprised. “Sickness comes like a landslide, and goes like pulling silk. Treating illness can’t be rushed, especially mental disorders. Recovery is a slow process.”
“But it’s not impossible. Medication, psychological counseling, and daily persistence—there will be good results.”
Song Xinya walked the doctor out, while Song Tingyou and Song Tingye stayed in the room to chat with Grandma and cheer her up.
In the hallway, the psychiatrist advised Song Xinya, “Mrs. Qin, bring your younger sister to visit Grandma more often. Let Song Tingyou spend more time with her. If Grandma frequently picks up signals from the Song Tingyou who grew up in the real world, she might suddenly snap out of her fantasy world one day.”
Song Xinya nodded. “Thank you, Doctor. I will.”
The psychiatrist didn’t work at this nursing home. He made the trip regularly to treat Grandma at the request of Qin Yuhe. After chatting with Song Xinya, he hurried off.
As Song Xinya turned to head back to the room, a slightly surprised voice came from the end of the hallway: “Xinxin!”
Song Xinya looked back and saw Han Jingyi in a white lab coat, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, looking gentle and refined.
Behind him trailed a group of nursing home leaders in white coats.
“Brother Jingyi!”
She took in his outfit. “Do you work here?”
Han Jingyi walked over. “No, I own this nursing home. I’m here for an inspection today.”
Song Xinya was amazed. “So you’re the owner of this high-end nursing home!”
“What brings you here…” Han Jingyi suddenly realized, “Grandma is staying here!”
This nursing home was something Han Jingyi had invested in after going abroad, so he didn’t know Song Xinya’s Grandma lived here.
Song Xinya said, “Yeah, my Grandma lives here.”
Han Jingyi asked with concern, “Has Grandma’s condition improved?”
Song Xinya replied, “A bit, but she’s not fully better yet.”
Han Jingyi said, “I’ll go visit Grandma.”
Song Xinya glanced at the crowd behind him. “Are you free right now? I don’t want to hold up your work.”
Han Jingyi smiled lightly. “I’m free. Work is important, but visiting your Grandma is important too.”
Instead of pushing open the door to the room right away, he went downstairs to buy an expensive fruit basket, then carried it back and opened the door.
Everyone inside turned to look at Han Jingyi.
The strongest reaction came from Song Tingye: “No way! Brother Jingyi!”
Han Jingyi said, “Xiaoye, you’ve grown up.”
Song Tingye replied, “What, did you expect me to shrink?”
He jumped up from his chair, dashed over to Han Jingyi in one stride, and threw his arms around him. “Brother Jingyi, long time no see! You’ve gotten even more handsome, though compared to me, you’re still a tiny bit behind.”
Han Jingyi said, “Xiaoye will always be the most handsome guy in the world.”
Song Tingye said, “Of course.”
Since Han Jingyi had been very kind to Song Xinya and Song Tingye before going abroad, Song Tingye had always been close to him.
Song Tingye put his arm around Han Jingyi’s shoulder and led him over to Grandma. “Grandma, look who this is?”
Grandma studied Han Jingyi. “Little He.”
Song Tingye said, “He’s not Little He… uh, Brother-in-law.”
“This is Brother Jingyi. You’ve met him before. Don’t you remember?”
Grandma said, “I haven’t forgotten, because I never knew him in the first place.”
Song Tingye said, “That’s forgetting him completely.”
Grandma peered toward the door. “Why hasn’t Little He come to see me today?”
Song Tingye said, “You sure remember Brother-in-law well.”
Song Xinya said, “Grandma, Little He didn’t come today.”
Grandma said, “I haven’t seen Little He in ages. I miss him.”
Song Xinya said, “When Little He isn’t busy with work and his health allows, I’ll bring him to see you again.”
Grandma said, “I want to see Little He today.”
Song Tingye asked, “Grandma, why do you want to see my Brother-in-law so much?” Grandma smiled shyly. “Because Little He is good-looking.”
Song Tingye said, “…You’re a real lookist.”
Then he turned to Han Jingyi. “But my Brother Jingyi is really handsome too!”
Grandma said, “Little He is prettier.”
Song Xinya took the fruit basket from Han Jingyi and placed it on the cabinet by Grandma’s bed. “Grandma, look, Brother Jingyi bought you some fruit—all your favorites.”
Grandma said, “Without Little He, I can’t eat.”
Han Jingyi had come specially to visit Grandma, but she kept going on about Little He, which was a bit of a blow to his dignity.
Song Xinya led Han Jingyi out of the room. “Brother Jingyi, I’m sorry. Grandma’s not in her right mind. Please don’t take it personally.”
Han Jingyi’s expression was calm. “Don’t worry. As a doctor, I wouldn’t hold a grudge against a patient. I’ll tell the nursing home doctors and nurses to take extra good care of Grandma.”
Song Xinya said, “Thank you so much, Brother Jingyi.”
Han Jingyi said, “Oh, by the way, you forgot the Hermès bag I gave you yesterday when you left.”
Song Xinya remembered. “I was in such a hurry that I left it behind.”
Han Jingyi said, “The Hermès bag is in my car. I’ll bring it up for you.”
Song Xinya said, “That’s too kind of you to bring it up. I’ll come down with you.”
Han Jingyi: "No need. Go keep Grandma company. It's nothing serious. I'll bring it up to you."
He came and went, returning to send Song Xinya a Hermès bag, Xiaoye a limited edition Ultraman gift box, Song Tingyou a pearl necklace, and Grandma some calming tea to aid sleep. He thought of everything, taking care of each person.
After delivering the gifts, Han Jingyi didn't stay long and left. While everyone in the room was immersed in the joy of unwrapping presents, the door to the hospital room opened. To everyone's surprise, Qin Yuhe walked in.
Song Xinya stood holding the Hermès bag, staring at Qin Yuhe in shock.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over the Hermès bag. "Who gave you that?"
Song Xinya: "A friend."
Song Tingye: "Han Jingyi, our Brother Jingyi."
Qin Yuhe's brows darkened. "Who is Han Jingyi?"
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