"Silly girl," Zheng Haoyu smiled and affectionately ruffled the top of her head.
Su Nian: "..." Her heart went cold. What's happening to Zheng Haoyu?
She turned back and gave a look to the doctor, who immediately stepped forward to examine Zheng Haoyu's body. Su Nian comforted Zheng Haoyu with a few words and followed the doctors out of the ward.
"Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my husband?" Su Nian asked anxiously.
"Mrs. Zheng, we suggest you contact the doctors from the Third Hospital. Perhaps Mr. Zheng's current situation is related to delusional disorder." Several doctors frowned; they were top specialists in gastroenterology, but that didn't mean they understood mental health issues.
Su Nian's eyebrows shot up, "What did you say? The Third Hospital? Do you know what kind of place the Third Hospital is?"
The Third Hospital was actually a psychiatric hospital. Although Zheng Haoyu suffered from delusions, she never felt it had anything to do with a mental hospital.
