The Big Boss' Medicine 8

Although the doctor felt the scene before him was quite bizarre, his strong professional ethics kept his face taut, not revealing any strange expressions in front of the patient.

The doctor stepped forward, showing a warm, comforting smile characteristic of an angel in white. He extended his hand and asked with a hint of confirmation, "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Shen, who had already been held and comforted by Su Duan in the carriage, was now quite calm. He even remembered to be polite, so he also extended his free left hand.

The doctor glanced down at his own extended right hand, then looked up again, his gaze pausing for a few seconds on the patient who didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of the black-haired youth's clasped right hand.

"......"

The doctor switched to his left hand without changing his expression, allowing the two to successfully shake hands.

"Yan Shen," Yan Shen said concisely.

"Yi Sheng," the doctor said.

Yan Shen seemed to have no major issues and his emotions were very stable and restrained. But some patients had particularly strong masking abilities and could briefly pretend to be in a normal state. According to the case his senior fellow apprentice had sent earlier, this Mr. Yan should belong to that category.

His gaze shifted slightly to the person beside the patient. Yi Sheng tried to appear as non-threatening as possible, smiling gently and tentatively asking, "And this is?"

"The little friend from home." After a slight pause, Yan Shen slightly raised his chin, a hint of darkness flashing in his eyes as he introduced, "Surname Su, single character Duan."

...Little friend.

Okay then.

Yi Sheng was silent for a moment, feeling that this form of address with a hint of showing off made his teeth a bit sour. He couldn't help grinding his teeth before continuing to smile at Su Duan, "Hello, Mr. Su."

Su Duan looked at this doctor who was, to some extent, his "competitor". He also nodded and obediently greeted, "Hello, Mr. Yi."

His voice was clear and bright, but not sharp, a timbre that made people feel very comfortable and relaxed.

If he were in their line of work, it would be an innate advantage, Yi Sheng thought distractedly.

After asking for their opinions, he brought the patient and the patient's little one to a warmly and cleanly arranged consultation room. After completing the basic diagnostic steps, the doctor attempted to conduct a preliminary psychological intervention on this patient who had made him feel emotionally complicated from the start.

However, the end result proved that, just as his senior fellow apprentice, now far away abroad, had said, Yan Shen was probably the nightmare of all psychologists.

He was simply too rational and calm, even when in a condition that would make people lose control, he still maintained a sense of reason. He was also extremely wary of people, showing no signs of loosening up in the face of his probing.

He even dug pitfalls for him to jump into when he tried to probe him.

...He didn't know if he came to be treated or to argue with him.

Although he knew it wasn't good to complain about his patient like this, after just a few short probes, Yi Sheng only felt that his head was about to explode.

Originally, when his senior fellow apprentice told him to be mentally prepared that this patient might make him want to bang his head against the wall every day, he thought there was an element of exaggeration in the other party's description. But now it seemed that the other party had indeed expressed it very honestly, and might have even understated it somewhat.

With such strong aggressiveness, it no longer belonged to the category of being uncooperative.

He should have relaxed a bit with family members present, so why was Yan Shen behaving so... manic?

That's right, although the superficial emotions and state that Yan Shen revealed were very calm, he could keenly sense that beneath the other party's careful concealment, there was a constantly surging sense of mania.

What Yi Sheng didn't know was that it was precisely because he had "family" watching from the side that Yan Shen was so nervous.

Uncontrollably thinking:

Would the youth be frightened by being brought to watch him receive treatment without a word or any warning? Would the youth be unable to accept his illness?

These doubts and worries kept swirling in his mind, so naturally he couldn't relax much either.

......

Since it was still their first face-to-face contact and Yan Shen basically had no trust in him to speak of, continuing would be meaningless and might even have the opposite effect. So after hitting a wall, Yi Sheng simply stopped this psychological intervention and began to carefully prepare this medication for him based on his previous research on the other party's case and the drugs he had used, labeling the dosage one by one and repeatedly confirming it many times before handing it over.

Although the drugs used to treat mania had many side effects that were criticized, taking medication was still one of the main treatments for this disease today.

Yi Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Yan, may I ask, about how long will you be staying in the country this time?"

Although he was a native, he heard that the other party had spent all his time abroad after the age of ten, and had flown all the way back this time because his family business was planning to expand into the domestic market.

—And then he got sick as soon as he got off the plane.

Out of professional habit, he almost subconsciously suspected that the other party might have experienced something unpleasant in the country when he was young to be able to get sick so quickly.

But his senior fellow apprentice hadn't told him about these things, and he didn't know if it was because there was no such thing or if he hadn't found out. He definitely needed to ask his senior fellow apprentice as soon as possible.

He now needed to confirm how long he could interact with this patient in order to decide how to proceed with developing a subsequent treatment plan.

The normal onset time for bipolar disorder was 2-6 months, and the treatment process was generally not short either. If the other party wasn't staying in the country for long, according to the current situation, his treatment might not have any effect at all before the other party flew back to continue tormenting his senior fellow apprentice; if he was staying long enough, he would have to carefully consider countermeasures.

If it was the latter, it would probably be an arduous task.

Yan Shen took the medicine, lowered his eyes in thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "...I will be staying for quite some time, and probably won't go back until the treatment is effective."

Actually, he had originally planned to leave after handling the affairs of the domestic branch. He had always been a meticulous planner, and his work plans for the next few years had long been laid out clearly. But the unexpected appearance of the youth... had undoubtedly disrupted his plans.

However, he, who had always had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, not only didn't feel troubled by it, but even felt joy because of it.

If this accident had happened a bit earlier, he would have been even happier. Mr. Yan was even thinking about why he hadn't come back to China earlier.

Although there were many things here that he was reluctant to recall, the luck of meeting the black-haired youth was enough to offset all of these.

There was even some overflow.

Of course... the premise was probably that after witnessing his illness just now, the other party had not been scared enough to want to run away.

......

Out of some inexplicable uneasiness, from the moment he brought the person into the treatment room, Yan Shen never dared to look into the youth's eyes. When his gaze fell on him, it would flash by quickly, as if he was afraid of seeing some emotions that he could not bear.

It wasn't until he led the other party out of the clinic that looked more like a residence, and got back into the car, that Yan Shen turned his gaze away.

The vehicle started slowly, and the overlapping tree shadows brushed past the car window, showing some tiny and tranquil beauty.

Looking at the mottled and fragmented shadows falling on the car window, Yan Shen's expression was a bit wooden.

Since he first fell ill in his teens, there was no lack of people around him who had unusual views of him.

After all, in most people's minds, "mental illness" is a disease that people want to stay away from, especially for his type with extreme aggressiveness, no one dares to get close.

However, he generally doesn't care much about whether others like him or not. As long as it doesn't affect his money and status, and they don't say or do something that reaches his ears, he generally can't be bothered to pay attention.

But this time it's different.

This person is someone he cares about.

Because he cares too much, even a small disgust or fear shown by the other party can easily crush him.

Yan Shen couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and the strength of his hand holding the other hand tightened a little more.

However, at this moment, the hand he was holding moved, and broke free from his grasp.

Almost instantly, Yan Shen's face turned ugly.

Is this rejecting his touch?

Sure enough, he still minds—

Yan Shen's heart tightened, and he couldn't care less. He hurriedly turned his head, wanting to confirm whether the expression on the youth's face was rejection or something else. However, when he swept his gaze over, he only saw a small black head, lowered and not knowing what he was fiddling with.

However, the rustling sound of the plastic bag that followed answered this question.

The black-haired youth untied the plastic bag, rummaged through the medicine the doctor prescribed for him, took out a box, and was studying the instructions on it with his head down.

Why did he suddenly think of looking through his medicine?

Unable to analyze what the other party's behavior represented, Yan Shen continued to be restless.

Just as he almost lost his patience and became irritable again, the black-haired youth, who had been looking down for a long time, suddenly raised his head and asked him, "Do these medicines have side effects?"

There was obvious concern in his voice.

Yan Shen didn't expect the other party to ask such a question that far exceeded expectations. He stared at the pair of worried, bright black eyes for a few seconds before reacting.

Not angry, not disgusted, not running away, and even unexpectedly... first worried about the side effects of his medication.

Although the focus seems a bit strange, in any case, the black-haired youth is undoubtedly concerned about him.

After realizing this, Yan Shen only felt that the bottom of his heart was once again filled with warm emotions, and the expression on his face also subconsciously softened.

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Shen lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's inevitable, of course, but they are all within a controllable range, and there will be no problems."

Nausea, vomiting, changes in appetite, indigestion, and even drug rashes are common side effects of bipolar disorder medications. He has long been accustomed to them and does not feel that they will have a significant impact on his life.

Hearing his answer, Su Duan didn't say a word, and looked at the medicine thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, he was just quietly telling the system in his heart that he thought he would be more useful than these medicines, and there would be no side effects even if he treated Yan Shen's illness.

It's just that the effect may be a little slower than them.

System: "Of course, the host is the best!"

Su Duan: "...Thank you."

Actually, it's not that great, just probably a little better than the medicine the doctor prescribed for Yan Shen.

Just as he was starting to think about how to replace these medicines and not let Yan Shen take these uncomfortable medicines, the man suddenly reached out, took the medicine box from his hand, put it back in the bag and tied it up, saying, "Let's not talk about these for now, let's talk about your matters."

Since the little hamster doesn't seem to have any intention of running away, he can also start to properly fulfill his obligations as a gold master.

Su Duan blinked, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

Yan Shen reached out his hand, first touched his chin, then rubbed his soft lips with his thumb, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "The one who pulled you at the door of the private room after eating, is he your agent?"