Chapter 1005: Chapter 1005: Psychotherapy

In less than half an hour, Li Qiao went to the nursing home to see Ming Dailan and withdrew the caregiver from the old residence, and this news reached Shang Zonghai’s ears.

At that time, he was in the pharmacy preparing medicine for Yun Lih, while Shang Lu sat nearby, looking eager to speak.

Wei Ang glanced around and after waiting a few seconds, asked, “Sir, what do you think about this matter…”

Shang Zonghai, with a calm expression, picked up a piece of herb, brought it to his nose for a light sniff, and said with a deep and stable voice, “Just do as the girl said.”

“Yes, sir.” Wei Ang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shang Lu pursed his lips, hesitantly mumbling, “Dad… can’t I go too?”

“She is your mother, if you want to go, then go.” Shang Zonghai brushed the crumbs off his fingers and glanced up at him, “But remember to know your limits.”

Shang Lu nodded obediently, “I know, don’t worry.”

Shang Zonghai casually pushed the herbs for the medicine to the corner of the table and instructed him to give the medicine to Yun Lih on time and in the right amount.

Shang Lu picked up the medicine packet and happily trotted away.

Wei Ang closed the door behind him and hesitated to say, “Sir, there’s news from the Royal Hospital that an expert in the field of MECT arrived in Parma the day before yesterday, and it is said that the Eldest Young Master is preparing to undergo MECT treatment.”

Shang Zonghai paused with the towel in his hand, then walked to the window, gazing into the distance, “For Shaoyan’s illness, MECT treatment alone may not be effective.”

“This…” Wei Ang’s expression tightened, “Isn’t there any other way?”

Shang Zonghai squeezed the towel in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then said, “Ask Old Xiao to go to the study and bring the business card book from the bookshelf.”

Meanwhile, He Chen, who was in the hospital, unexpectedly received a call from Shang Zonghai.

He raised an eyebrow at the caller ID and spoke playfully when he answered, “What instructions do you have for me?”

Shang Zonghai said something unknown, to which He Chen responded with a profound smile, “You want me to pick them up personally? Shaoyan doesn’t even get this treatment from you, does he?”

After hanging up the phone, He Chen looked thoughtfully at his phone, his gaze landing precisely on Shang Yu, “Your old man wants me to go to the airport to pick someone up.”

The man stood by the window, speaking indifferently, “There’s no need to report such things to me.”

He Chen kicked the foot of the tea table and got up to leave.

What the hell, there’s no need to report.

…

Two days later, on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

Li Qiao was still staying at the old residence to recuperate. Though she had nothing to do most days, her condition had noticeably improved.

Currently, she was sitting in the rocking chair in front of her private residence, idly tugging at the corners of her mouth, “Luoyu.”

“Madam, you called?”

Lately, Luoyu had almost become Li Qiao’s shadow, never leaving her side.

Li Qiao rubbed the armrest, looking forward, “Send someone to bring Mo Jue over.”

Luoyu was momentarily stunned, then nodded, “No problem, Liuyun and the others are all in the South Sea, I’ll make arrangements.”

Li Qiao nodded lazily, “Mm, as soon as possible.”

She had idled for quite some time, with many things being delayed over and over again.

Perhaps it was time to get motivated and do something while Shang Yu was undergoing treatment.

In the afternoon, He Chen arrived at the old residence in person.

The difference from usual was that there was a silhouette in the back seat, which from a distance appeared to be a woman.

Yun Lih and Shang Lu happened to be passing by the parking lot and witnessed He Chen very gentlemanly opening the car door.

Shang Lu blinked, looking at the mature woman getting out of the car, and raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Brother Chen changed his taste?”

Yun Lih coughed slightly with a fist against his lips, his already thinner features showing indifference, “His own woman wouldn’t sit in the back.”

“Oh.” Shang Lu, who was inexperienced with romantic matters, didn’t understand the subtleties, “Then she might be an important guest. I’ve never seen Brother Chen open the door for another woman.”

Yun Lih remarked that there were many things he hadn’t seen before, then turned to continue his walk along the lake.

In the tea room, He Chen escorted the person to the door, saw Old Xiao, and gestured with his chin, “Where’s the old man?”

Old Xiao bowed slightly, “Sir is in the pharmacy, and this lady is…”

The woman nodded gracefully, “Hello, I am Luo Xi.”

He Chen patted the creases of his overcoat, glanced at Luo Xi, then instructed Old Xiao, “I’m leaving her to you, I’m going to check on Li Qiao.”

Old Xiao responded promptly and gestured forward invitingly, “Madam Luo, please follow me.”

After the two of them left, He Chen turned to look again, his expression full of intrigue.

The old man had him pick up a woman from the airport.

She looked over thirty, exuding an extraordinary aura. Her appearance suggested a good background, with shoulder-length short hair and gracious manners giving a refreshing impression.

A very gentle type.

He Chen’s eyes swept over Luo Xi once more, thinking that she was too thin and tall, not as curvaceous as Yin Mo.

…

Backyard private residence.

He Chen was chatting leisurely with Li Qiao in the garden at the front door.

After a while, Li Qiao patiently asked, “Is Second Sister in the South Sea?”

He Chen paused in his tea-sipping and looked up with a faint smile, “Did you two remove each other?”

A few days ago, Yin Mo contacted him looking for Li Qiao, and now Li Qiao was asking about Yin Mo’s whereabouts—what was with this behavior?

Li Qiao glanced at He Chen quietly, without a word, just looking at him calmly.

He Chen shrugged, putting on a serious face, “Yes, in the South Sea, you…”

Before the words were finished, Wei Ang walked briskly over the arch bridge, “Brother Chen, sir wants you in the pharmacy.”

He Chen relaxed his brow, glanced at Li Qiao, and said candidly, “Return a call to Yin Mo; she couldn’t reach you a couple of days ago.”

Li Qiao raised an indifferent eyebrow, “What day?”

“I forgot.” He Chen took a couple of steps, then looked back, “On Chinese New Year’s Eve.”

Li Qiao uttered an ‘oh,’ opened her phone contacts quietly, and then saw that there was indeed a one-minute call record with Yin Mo on Chinese New Year’s Eve.

How could the call not have gone through?!

Elsewhere, in the pharmacy.

He Chen sauntered in with one hand in his pocket and raised his eyes to see Luo Xi sitting beside Shang Zonghai, reviewing materials while speaking professionally, “Hypnosis treatment can effectively integrate psychological barriers in patients, and previous clinical manifestations have shown long-term healing effects on both mental and psychological levels.

If you decide to proceed with hypnosis treatment for the patient, I’ll need to have a brief discussion with him first. What do you think?”

He Chen paused on the spot, squinting at Luo Xi’s back.

She knows hypnosis?

At this moment, Shang Zonghai heard footsteps, gestured for He Chen without looking up, “You’ve already met, she’s a psychologist, Luo Xi.”

He Chen strolled forward and took a seat, composedly probing, “You plan to hypnotize Shaoyan?”

Shang Zonghai twirled Buddha Beads in his hand, offering no answer.

“Not hypnosis, but psychological treatment.” Luo Xi closed the medical record, calmly explaining, “MECT can only alleviate the impact on a mental level, but if the patient’s real cause of illness lies in a psychological barrier, MECT treatment alone cannot solve the root problem and carries the risk of relapse.”