"Why? Why are you so good to me?!" Ling Yangxin's emotions seemed to have found an outlet, and all of them crazily gushed out from that mouth.

"Mo Zexuan and I will take care of you."

"Mo Zexuan..." Ling Yangxin muttered this name, her eyes a little blurry.

"Yes, it's Mo Zexuan." Ji Yuchen found that the name Mo Zexuan had an influence on Ling Yangxin. When she heard Mo Zexuan's name...

"Mo Zexuan is a good man. He thinks he's repaying a debt of gratitude, but in my opinion, his debt has long been repaid. He helped me a lot, but now I..."

"I will help you. Tell me, and I will help you." Ji Yuchen's voice was low and convincing. "I will help you. Are you willing to let me help you? "

Ling Yangxin was a little surprised. She was sure that she was not familiar with the person in front of her.

"Why are you helping me?"

"If you want to help me, I'll help you. Look at you standing here alone, as if you've been abandoned by the world. Why don't I pick you up and bring you back?" Ji Yuchen joked, his voice faint.

Ji Yuchen looked at Ling Yangxin's reaction and swallowed the words that he was about to say. At that moment, he really did not want to know. He said he was entrusted by someone! He didn't want her to know that he knew she was blood-sick. He wanted to help him overcome it, but he wanted to hear it from her personally, not from Mo Zexuan.

This feeling was very unfamiliar to him.

But it was for the sake of the girl in front of him.

"Do I really look so pitiful?" Ling Yangxin did not want to admit that she was actually in such a sorry state.

"What do you think? It's as if I've been lost by you. Since I've picked you up, why don't you listen to me? Tell me, what happened?"

A few nurses hurriedly walked past the two of them. No one noticed a sneaky figure at the corner. She was wearing a nurse uniform and a mask. She was hiding behind the wall, secretly observing everything that was happening in front of her.

"I'm dizzy from the blood. I just knocked over the alcohol lamp in the operating room. I'm really useless." The corner of Ling Yangxin's mouth pulled up into a bitter smile as she lightly mocked herself.

Ji Yuchen did not know how to comfort the weak girl in front of him.

At this moment, Ling Yangxin was like a string that was stretched to the limit. If there was any more stimulation, it would break down and her emotions would collapse.

Ji Yuchen carefully comforted her in a gentle voice, "Ling Yangxin, everyone has their weaknesses. No one is perfect. When I first became a doctor, I often made mistakes. You see, people need to constantly reflect before they can improve."

Before she could finish speaking, Ling Yangxin raised her head and looked straight at him. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "But I'm dizzy with blood. I can't be a good doctor." After she finished speaking, she squatted on the ground, her shoulders twitching slightly.

There was a big banner hanging on the wall of the hospital. On it were words such as Save the wounded, save the dying, Nightingale, and so on. At this moment, it looked like a merciless slap on her face again and again. Some things could not be done by perseverance.

Ji Yuchen sighed silently, squatted down, and gently patted her back, telling her some of his interesting stories. However, the girl in front of him never smiled. There were tears on her face as she stared at the crowd in front of her.

This girl was too persistent. This kind of blow broke through her psychological barrier, shattered the dream she had been working hard for, and destroyed her belief. As long as she could overcome the mental and physical obstacles, everything would be clear in the future.

Ji Yuchen had been a doctor for many years, and Ling Yangxin's condition must have been severely stimulated. She had stress response disorder, commonly known as PTSD. He gently pulled her and said, "I'll take you to see a psychiatrist. It might be helpful to you."

The words "helpful" smashed into Ling Yangxin's mind, and she seemed to have caught hope.

She wiped her tears and followed Ji Yuchen.

The two of them walked to the third floor of the hospital. After turning a corner, Ling Yangxin saw the nameplate of the "Psychological Consultation Room" from afar.

Ji Yuchen turned around and gave her an affirmative look. He patted her shoulder and said, "You can do it."

Ji Yuchen knocked on the door and said, "Senior Sister, it's Ji Yuchen. I have something to trouble you with." After three knocks, the door opened with a squeak. Behind the door was a young and pretty face. She had short hair and her hands were in her pockets. She leaned on the door frame and looked at them with a smile.

"You brat, you came back and didn't tell me. Why did you come looking for me? Who is this lady behind you?" The senior sister punched Ji Yuchen's shoulder and asked.

"Senior sister, it's not that I didn't make it in time. This is my friend. She just received a little shock. How is she?" Ji Yuchen looked at the girl behind him, and his voice was filled with worry.

Ling Yangxin saw that the two of them were looking at her, so she bowed slightly. When her senior sister saw her situation, the smile on her face had long since disappeared. She returned to her professional expression and said seriously, "It seems like the situation is a bit bad. Quickly bring her in."

The decor inside the room was simple and elegant. There were a few banners on the wall and a few trophies on the bookshelf. After the three of them went in, Ji Yuchen briefly explained the situation to his senior sister, who nodded and said, "Her situation is a little tricky. I will do my best to help her."

Ling Yangxin, who was at the side, lay down on the massage chair under the guidance of her senior sister. After a moment of dizziness, her body involuntarily relaxed. Her legs were draped over the edge of the chair, and the pain she had just suffered was leaving her. Then, her senior sister's voice sounded in her ears.

"Now, close your eyes. In front of you are flowers one after another. They are so beautiful! So beautiful... so fragrant..." It was as if a large flower had bloomed in front of Ling's eyes. A smile appeared on her face, and the expression on her face was no longer one of fear. Instead, it was one of joy that came from the bottom of her heart.

"There's a fallen man in front of you. He's in pain, he can't take it, you're a doctor, he needs your help."

A person struggling on the ground appeared in front of Ling Yangxin's eyes. He kept sobbing, "Save me, save me, please, save me."

Ling Yangxin walked forward hesitantly. Her subconscious told her that she was a doctor, and it was her job to save lives! It was their hope! But her body stopped her from moving forward.

"This world is so beautiful. This injured person needs your help so much. Hurry up and see how he is." Ling Yangxin no longer hesitated. She pulled the corner of her clothes with both hands, and with an appraising look in her eyes, she walked forward step by step.