“Old Madam, I can cure your condition.”
After listening to Old Madam Shi describe her symptoms, Yan Yu spoke with confidence.
Her assured reply greatly surprised Old Madam Shi.
“Little Doctor, are you serious? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in years.”
Jing Mocong also looked at Yan Yu with unconcealed admiration.
The woman’s eyes were filled with confidence and professionalism, and the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile.
Yan Yu said, “Old Madam, I can help you sleep well. Your body has been taken very good care of. The reason you can’t sleep is because your brain’s nervous system has been affected. I’d like to see your bedroom and the places where you spend most of your time.”
Old Madam Shi immediately led Yan Yu to her bedroom.
After inspecting it, Yan Yu said, “The curtains need to be replaced with dark blackout ones. The ceiling light should also be changed. I’ll personally select a different fabric for your bedsheets, and I’ll place sleep-promoting aromatherapy by your bedside…”
“Light, scents, the texture and smell of your bedding, the sounds outside the window, and even the room temperature all affect sleep—especially for patients suffering from neurasthenia…”
Aside from her bedroom, the place where Old Madam Shi spent the most time was the backyard garden.
Yan Yu went there and carefully observed Old Madam Shi’s expression while she stayed in the garden. Finally, she said, “Old Madam, perhaps you could try growing vegetables instead of flowers. You might find it more enjoyable.”
“The fragrance of flowers can also affect a person’s nervous system,” Jing Mocong said. “Grandmother, every flower in your garden was planted because Grandfather liked them. You never actually liked them yourself.”
“I only planted them because your Grandfather liked them,” Old Madam Shi said.
It was her way of remembering her late husband.
Jing Mocong glanced at Yan Yu before saying, “If Grandfather’s spirit is watching from above and knows his favorite flowers are keeping you from sleeping, he probably won’t be able to sleep peacefully either.”
Old Madam Shi: “…”
A few minutes later, Jing Mocong ordered the maids to pull out every flower in the garden, plow the soil, and plant vegetables instead.
The speed of his decision left Yan Yu dumbfounded.
Throughout her medical career, she had encountered many difficult patients. Since patients in the Department of Sleep Medicine rarely got enough rest, they often had terrible tempers.
Old Madam Shi was by far the most obedient elderly patient she had ever treated.
“Doctor Yi’an, examine me too.”
Jing Mocong’s deep, magnetic voice sounded unhurriedly.
Yan Yu instantly felt her scalp go numb.
What was this lunatic trying to do now?
“You have an illness too? Since when? Why didn’t I know?” Before Yan Yu could ask, Old Madam Shi questioned him first.
She looked her grandson up and down.
“A Cong, every time you come to visit me, you can eat, sleep, run, and jump just fine. What illness could you possibly have?”
“Grandmother, mine is a psychological condition,” Jing Mocong explained.
“Then you shouldn’t be looking for the little doctor. She’s a sleep specialist, not an andrologist!” Old Madam Shi put on her reading glasses and searched for her phone. “I remember saving the numbers of a few andrology specialists. I’ll contact one for you.”
“Grandmother, my problem is psychological. Why would I need an andrologist?” Jing Mocong twitched the corners of his mouth, quickly took the phone away from her, and hurriedly hung up the call she had just made.
Old Madam Shi gave him a meaningful look.
“I’m trying to get you treated. Doesn’t your psychological problem mean you can’t respond to women? If not an andrologist, then who else should you see?”
So the old lady actually thought there was something wrong with his manhood.
Jing Mocong’s handsome face darkened.
“There’s nothing wrong with me in that department!”
“If there’s nothing wrong, then why are you still unmarried in your thirties?” Old Madam Shi rolled her eyes. “Give me back my phone. Today I’m going to find you the best andrology specialist. I really don’t want to see our family line end with you.”
“No need. Doctor Yi’an can solve my problem.”
Jing Mocong tucked away his grandmother’s phone. The next second, his large hand wrapped around Yan Yu’s wrist, and he pulled her upstairs.
“W-What are you doing?”
Yan Yu’s heart instantly leaped into her throat when he dragged her into the study.
Her clear, beautiful eyes carried the graceful charm of a mature woman.
Jing Mocong’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a smile curved across his lips.
“Treat my illness.”
She had to admit, this lunatic looked incredibly handsome when he smiled.
He had always been good-looking, with perfectly sculpted features and captivating peach blossom eyes.
When he smiled, he possessed an elegance that seemed peerless.
“I’m not good at andrology.”
The moment those words left her mouth, she felt his grip on her wrist tighten.
The next second, Jing Mocong stepped closer.
His strikingly handsome face filled her vision.
Yan Yu’s waist was pressed against the edge of the desk.
“Girl, you actually believed what my grandmother said?”
Their unfamiliar yet strangely familiar breaths intertwined between them.
Yan Yu slightly turned her face away and avoided his gaze.
“I’m really not good at andrology.”
Staring at the stubborn woman before him, Jing Mocong gritted his teeth.
“Whether I have a problem in that department or not, weren’t you the one who knew best five years ago?”
“Huh? What happened five years ago? Mr. Jing, have you mistaken me for someone else? We’ve never met.”
“Yan Yu, stop pretending. I take back what I said back then.”
Jing Mocong shamelessly contradicted his own past words.
As the faint fragrance drifting from Yan Yu enveloped him, he seemed almost bewitched as he leaned closer.
“If you ever run into any trouble in the future, come to me. I’ll solve it for you.”
He was standing far too close.
Startled, Yan Yu quickly shoved him away with all her strength.
Jing Mocong staggered slightly from the push and suddenly came back to his senses.
By then, Yan Yu had already retreated a safe distance away.
Looking at Yan Yu, whose face was even more beautiful than the flowers outside, an indescribable irritation surged within him.
What had he just been doing?
He had actually wanted to kiss her.
She was already a married woman and the mother of twins.
Trying to steal another man’s wife like this was utterly despicable.
“Ahem… Examine me.”
To cover up his earlier lapse in judgment, Jing Mocong changed the subject. He sat down in the chair and made no further inappropriate moves toward Yan Yu.
Yan Yu was still trembling inwardly.
She silently wailed to herself.
How was she so unlucky to run into this lunatic again?
Back then, he had said that if they ever met again, he would beat her to death.
Now he was slapping himself in the face by taking those words back.
There really seemed to be something seriously wrong with his brain.
“My problem isn’t andrology. It’s psychological.”
Jing Mocong emphasized the point, and only then did Yan Yu finally believe he genuinely wanted treatment.
“What symptoms do you have?” she asked.
Jing Mocong lowered his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking awkwardly.
“I’ve been having the same dream for a long time. In the dream, I do every intimate thing imaginable in bed with the same woman.”
Yan Yu: “…”
“I only feel that kind of desire toward her. Whenever I see any other woman, I feel nothing but disgust. Doctor Yi’an, what do you think is wrong with me?”
“Does this woman in your dream exist in real life? Do you know her?”
“She exists. And I know her.”
“You have emotional exclusivity. Both your mind and your body have already made their choice. You’re only attracted to one woman.”
Jing Mocong raised an eyebrow.
“So what should I do?”
“What do you mean, what should you do?” Yan Yu asked in return.
Could this man really not realize that he liked this woman?
“She’s already married and has children,” Jing Mocong said slowly as he looked directly at Yan Yu. “Tell me, should I steal her away and make her my wife?”
Yan Yu: “…”
“Doctor Yi’an, what do you think? How about I steal her from her husband and make her my wife? Do you approve?”
Yan Yu: “…”