Qian fainted.
This is a sign of worsening OCD. Yu Minglang immediately drove to take her to the hospital, but in less than three minutes, Qian woke up.
"Don't go to the hospital... take me somewhere, I need to wash my hands."
Her physical functions were fine, it was a mental illness.
"No, you must get checked!"
"I know my own condition, find a water source, quick!" The feeling of distress was beyond words.
Yu Minglang dared not hesitate. There happened to be a 24-hour congee shop by the roadside, and he took her inside. Qian dashed to the bathroom with Yu Minglang following, watching her keep the faucet running, washing her hands repeatedly.
Washing her hands while crying, more severe than the time she fed the cats.
The waiter approached, noticing the excessive water use and wanting to intervene. Yu Minglang pulled out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, gesturing for him to leave.
