Yu Jingchen asked with a smile. "Really feeling unwell?"
"Yes!" An Ning nodded vigorously.
Yu Jingchen leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. "You must need me, with me here, you'll definitely feel better."
"That's not true. Pervert, I'm not talking to you anymore." An Ning, angry, didn't want to talk to him.
The words the doctor said in the afternoon flashed through her mind—
"Miss An, I conducted a thorough examination of your brain, and you can also look at your CT scans. Every part of your brain is fine, without any signs of lesions. Moreover, through genetic screening, you don't have genes associated with mental disorders," the doctor said very seriously.
An Ning held her breath, unable to believe what the doctor meant. "So, do you mean that I'm not at risk of easily developing a mental illness?"
"Yes!"
An Ning patted her chest. "But my mother really has this illness, I..."
