Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Jia Qu
Translator: 549690339
No matter who it was, Chu Molin didn’t want them to know Qin Xue’s secret.
“Mr. Chu, psychologists are not yet very common in Hua Country.
I can ask my colleagues and friends to help you find one.” The doctor’s words
made Chu Molin both happy and worried.
He was happy because if they couldn’t find a psychologist, Qin Xue’ s secret would not be exposed.
But without a psychologist, Qin Xue’s psychological trauma would not be treated, and she couldn’t recover.
“Alright, thank you. If you find one, please send a message to the Institute for me. I appreciate your help.” Chu Molin’s cold face softened a bit.
“Mr. Chu, you’re being too polite.” The doctor didn’t expect the Cold King to thank him.
If Chu Molin knew the doctor’s thoughts, he would surely say that this is the basic courtesy between people.
“Is there anything else wrong with my wife right now?”
“Nothing else, she’ll be fine once she wakes up.
If possible, try not to touch upon the things she doesn’t want to remember.” After thinking for a moment, the doctor cautiously said.
Chu Molin nodded without saying more, and quietly looked at Qin Xue lying on the bed.
Her usually cheerful face was now overtaken by fear.
Chu Molin had never felt as helpless as he did now.
And his heart ached, feeling great pain for Qin Xue.
After the doctors left, Chu Molin held Qin Xue’s hand against his face.
“Xue’er, what on earth have you been through?
When will you be willing to confess your secrets to me?
Can you please wake up soon?”
Chu Molin thought for a while, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the sickbed, lying on his side embracing Qin Xue.
The two adults lay together on the narrow bed.
Qin Xue remained trapped in her childhood memories.
It was something that happened not long after her grandparents took her in.
Jia Qiu was a child from the village, and their ages were only one or two years apart.
Fat Auntie was Jia Qiu’s mother, and at that time, Qin Xue had just arrived in the village and didn’t have any friends.
But Jia Qiu soon became her first friend in the village.
Qin Xue, who was around five years old, could naturally play with Jia Qiu, who was about seven.
Having a child of the same age to play with made her grandparents very happy.
And the two of them got along well until one day.
On Qin Xue’s birthday, her grandmother gave her a beautiful doll, saying it was a gift from her mother!
Of course, Qin Xue was overjoyed to receive a birthday gift from her mother.
It had been a long time since she had seen her mother, and she missed her dearly.
So she held onto the doll and wouldn’t let go, carrying it everywhere she went, even during meals and while sleeping.
Later, when Jia Qiu returned from her grandmother’s house, she saw Qin Xue’s doll.
Jia Qiu also liked it and wanted it, so she asked Qin Xue for it.
Qin Xue, of course, couldn’t give it to her, and the two friends, who had always gotten along well, started to quarrel.
“You’re just a wild child born with no mother to raise you, even your father doesn’t want you.
Your father has married a stepmother, and that’s why he threw you away.
You’re just a pitiful, unwanted bug.” Young Jia Qiu’s words deeply hurt little Qin Xue.
“l do have a mother, see, this is the birthday gift my mother gave me.
She’s just gone to a very, very far away place, and she said she’ll come back to see me.” Qin Xue didn’t have a very strong impression of her father.
So, even if Jia Qiu said he had remarried, Qin Xue didn’t know what it meant.
But Qin Xue did understand when Jia Qiu said she had no mother.
After all, every child’s closest and most reliable person is their mother.
Jia Qiu’s words opened up Qin Xue’s longing for her mother..