Chapter 1132 - 1104: Never Give Up When There’s Hope

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1104: Never Give Up When There’s Hope

Qian was immersed in the heartbreaking scenes in her dream, feeling like the pain was suffocating her.

The final scene was when he just said he wouldn’t touch a gun anymore, which made Qian faint from anxiety.

"No!" Qian woke up in shock, propping herself up from the bed, seeing only whiteness and smelling the distinct antiseptic scent of the hospital. Then his anxious face entered her view.

After she fainted, he immediately carried her straight to the hospital. After thorough examination, they only said it was due to poor rest and stress, but Yu Minglang was not reassured. Seeing Qian wake up from her nightmare with a terrified expression, he hurriedly held her hand and gently stroked her head.

"Husband, husband..." Qian looked at him, and suddenly tears began to flow in big drops.

"Don’t be scared, it’s all just a dream, it’s okay now." He didn’t know what she dreamed that could make the indestructible woman cry like this.

"It’s not a dream, husband, I’m sorry, I was wrong..."

Qian said while crying.

Why did she make such a choice? Why did she hurt the man she loved to this extent?

She only saw her own pain, but did not notice the scars beneath his deep affection. Her departure in their past life must have left profound marks on his already damaged heart. She acted like a victim, ruthlessly stabbing his already wounded heart again!

"Don’t cry, don’t cry." Yu Minglang didn’t know why she suddenly reacted this way, so he clumsily tried to wipe her tears, but she held his hand tightly, not letting go. For the first time, he saw such a complex emotion in Qian’s eyes.

Suddenly, Qian lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, burying her face in his chest like a little girl, refusing to release her grip.

"Hello, may I ask if the patient has woken up—oh, sorry." The doctor intended to come check on Qian but promptly left after seeing this scene.

"I must heal you, I have to bring you out of it, definitely!" Qian listened to his heartbeat and clenched her teeth as she spoke.

"Don’t push yourself, I know my situation. As you said, not being able to shoot isn’t really a big deal for my current position." Yu Minglang comforted her bitterly.

He particularly hated how helpless he felt now, causing Qian so much worry. She who was always strong now found her emotions so out of control; he blamed himself entirely for this, for troubling Qian.

Thus, he tried to be even stronger, but Qian shook her head with tears.

"If I can’t heal you, I’ll tear up my doctor’s license and forever quit the field of psychological therapy, never treating a patient again!"

This was what she owed him. Her departure in the past life shattered his rest of the life, and in this lifetime, she was by his side, determined to bring him back at all costs!

What is the glory of being a doctor?

It’s repeatedly rescuing patients from the grip of sickness, taking on challenges, saving patients from despair.

Although Qian loved money, she never forgot she was a doctor, and for any case she handled, she would give her all, even for the free ones.

If she couldn’t save the person she loved most, what use are her medical skills?

No matter how much money she earned, no matter how much fame she gained, what use is it?

"Don’t speak in anger." Yu Minglang worried Qian was putting too much pressure on herself, so he advised her.

Qian spoke seriously in a determined tone, "I’ve never been as resolute as I am now. I assure you, I’m not speaking in anger. Yu Minglang, I must heal you!"

He wanted to respond as before with a dismissive tone as if nothing serious had happened, but facing her earnest gaze, words failed him.

"I know exposing your scars will hurt you greatly, and I know asking you to cooperate with me is cruel, but please cooperate with me, I beg you, let me try."

Qian used the word "please", something she’d never done, causing Xiaoqiang to grieve yet unable to refuse.

"Qian, everyone has their fate, perhaps the challenges now are a test for me. You don’t need to take all the responsibility yourself; maybe with time, I’ll heal. Time can heal everything."

Qian shook her head, her crystalline tears like pearls drawing a sad arc in the air.

"No, time isn’t a universal remedy. Some things can’t be erased by time!"

Xiaoqiang in his past life had not moved on after all those years. Knowing how much he suffered where she couldn’t see, yet had to feign strength, showing everyone a mighty exterior while burying the deepest sadness inside made Qian agonized.

"Xiaoqiang, I’m really selfish this time. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for myself. If I can’t heal you, I can’t overcome this hurdle in my life, and I will live the rest of my days trapped in self-blame. Healing you isn’t just for you, it’s also for myself, I beg you to agree!"

Listening to her, Yu Minglang’s softened heart found life. Though he didn’t want to confront those painful memories, he couldn’t bear to see his wife stressed and upset over his anomaly, so he could only stroke her head.

"Stop crying, you have to be calm, otherwise how can you treat me?"

"Husband, are you willing to accept treatment?" Qian asked joyfully through tears.

Yu Minglang sighed softly, "You’ve tried so hard for me, how can I be so selfish?"

The pain will be shared; life had already pushed them to a point with no retreat.

Qian initially thought his current situation would make him strongly avoid therapy, but unexpectedly, with her genuine expression, he made a concession, rekindling infinite hope in Qian.

If it were Yu Minglang from their past life, he would surely refuse, insisting he wasn’t ill, but Yu Minglang just admitted himself that he was ill.

That was hope! That was the difference!

They had loved each other for so long, the trust and mutual compassion were things lacking in their past life, which meant there was hope. She still had a chance to pull Xiaoqiang out from the clutches of illness!

With this expectation, Qian ignited her limitless fighting spirit. After they returned from the hospital, Qian immediately closed the door and conducted a series of scales and conversations exclusively for Xiaoqiang.

She needed to assess Yu Minglang’s extent of injury.

But the resulting findings poured a basin of cold water on her recently ignited determination.

Though she could see Yu Minglang had made every effort to cooperate with her, it was useless.

He was immune to all psychological treatment, even when trying to cooperate; his instincts would actively employ self-defense mechanisms. Whether in conversation or on the scales, he appeared just like a normal person. It wasn’t deliberate concealment; his subconscious was highly resistant.

Such people have strong willpower and would be outstanding in any field.

But for psychologists, encountering such a patient is like being immune to attacks, like being resistant to antibiotics.