Dong Yi felt very puzzled when talking to Qian about this matter.
"Qian, didn't you say you couldn't cure it yourself?"
Qian nodded, "It was a case of a blind cat hitting on a dead mouse."
Even Qian didn't expect that Mr. Yu's mental password would be a simple phrase: Son, I understand you.
Mr. Yu was too reticent and possessed the ability to resist therapy. Qian couldn't yet manage to delve into such a person's heart, but Dong Yi inadvertently found the key to communication between the Yu father and son.
"You and Mr. Yu are really destined, he just happened to save you, and you, in turn, saved him."
"I didn't really help much..." Dong Yi felt a bit embarrassed.
Qian patted her, "If you hadn't set the foundation, Mr. Yu wouldn't have had the epiphany and Mr. Yu might truly have bid farewell to the blue skies."
"Then Qian, can you analyze the reasons for my uncle's behavior?"
