After working for a week following the Spring Festival, Qin Guanglin took He Fang to the hospital for a check-up on Sunday.
They waited in line all morning and then waited for results in the afternoon. When the final results came out, Qin Guanglin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything was normal.
The same went for the psychiatric department.
"Maybe we should see a professional psychologist..."
"I advise you to be normal. We haven't gone far, so why don't you go back and get checked yourself?"
"I've always been very normal," Qin Guanglin touched his nose and felt he had been a bit too nervous; he dismissed the idea straightforwardly.
"I told you were just wasting money. Now do you believe it? Insisting on getting this and that checked... Ow, drawing blood really hurt, and it still hurts now."
"Isn't that an exaggeration?"
"They took out so much of my blood—I need to replenish. Take me out to eat."
