Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

These words represent the highest praise in the professional field, and are the result that every therapist dreams of.

But to Bian Zhizhi's ears at this moment, it sounded like a death knell, each toll heavier and clearer than the last, proclaiming that while her contributions were undeniable, her transgressions were also being recorded in black and white, becoming irrefutable evidence.

"Is it the effect of the medication, or the result of environmental adjustments?" Dr. Wang asked the exact same question as Wei Yanqiu, but in a purely academic tone.

Bian Zhizhi steadied herself and answered in as professional a tone as possible: "The medication was an important aid, stabilizing his physiological condition."

But changes in the environment, especially the establishment of stable supportive relationships, were key to triggering his inner change.

"A stable and trusting companionship." Dr. Wang repeated the key words in her words, nodded, and his gaze turned appreciative again.

"You've hit the nail on the head. Ms. Bian, you're not mechanically following the healing plan; you're using yourself as a medium."

"I've met many excellent therapists, but not many can reach your level."

"Miss Bian, it's truly the young master's good fortune that Mr. Wei has invited you."

Lucky.

That word again.

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyes, not daring to look into Dr. Wang's sincere and appreciative gaze, which was like a mirror reflecting her inner turmoil and panic.

"I just did what I was supposed to do," she repeated the pale words in a low voice, her voice hoarse.

"You're too modest." Dr. Wang closed the report, leaned forward slightly, and spoke solemnly.

"Based on the current progress, I suggest that the next treatment plan, including personnel arrangements, should be kept as stable as possible."

Any sudden change, especially the departure of key supporters, could cause him severe secondary trauma, leading to the loss of all his previous efforts.

Miss Bian, your continued presence is crucial for the young master's long-term recovery.

Bian Zhizhi raised her head and looked at Dr. Wang.

There was a momentary shock, panic, and a hint of pleading in her eyes.

But she quickly lowered her head again, suppressing all her emotions.

Dr. Wang assumed she was under pressure from being entrusted with such an important task, and smiled reassuringly: "Of course, this will also bring you a lot of pressure."

I will emphasize this point clearly in my final report to Mr. Wei, and recommend that you be given the corresponding support and resources.

If you need anything or encounter any difficulties, please feel free to contact me anytime.

"Thank you, Dr. Wang." Bian Zhizhi heard herself say this, her voice sounding as if it came from a very far place.

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure." Dr. Wang stood up, picked up his briefcase, and said, "Then I'll take my leave. I'll send the report to you and General Manager Wei once it's ready. Keep in touch."

"I'll see you out." Bian Zhizhi quickly stood up as well.

"No need, Butler Li is waiting for me downstairs." Dr. Wang waved his hand, walked to the door, then stopped, turned back and glanced at Bian Zhizhi.

"Ms. Bian, while you're taking care of others, don't forget to take care of yourself. You look... a little tired."

Bian Zhizhi's nose suddenly stung with tears.

She bit her lower lip hard to force back the sudden surge of tears.

She forced a smile: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Dr. Wang nodded, opened the door, and went out.

The door closed again.

Bian Zhizhi was the only one left in the medical room. She stood there, motionless.

Dr. Wang's words echoed repeatedly in my ears.

Every word was like a shackle, binding her neck, hands, and feet.

At the other end of the chain lay Wei Zixian's growing dependence, and also Wei Yanqiu's cold, scrutinizing gaze.

She was put on the hot seat.

On one hand, there's professional ethics and professional judgment.

She had to stay and continue to accompany him; otherwise, all her efforts over the past three months and the budding hope in Wei Zixian's life might be destroyed.

On the other side are harsh realities and stark warnings.

What should she do?

What can she do?

Bian Zhizhi slowly walked to the window and pressed her forehead against the glass.

Outside the window, the sky grew darker, and leaden clouds churned, brewing an autumn rain that was about to break.

The black pine trees in the courtyard appeared even more rugged under the gloomy sunlight.

She looked at the pine trees, at their twisted branches, at their dark green leaves.

Suddenly, I felt like one of those trees.

The rain finally started to fall.

First, a few large raindrops pounded heavily against the windowpane, making a dull "pat-pat" sound.

Then, the rain poured down in a continuous curtain, instantly blurring the world outside the window.

She heard the internal phone ring.

The shrill ringing of the bell was particularly jarring in the quiet medical room, startling her.

She turned around, walked to the wall, and picked up the receiver.

"Miss Bian," came the voice of Butler Li.

"Miss, please come to the study now. Dr. Wang's preliminary assessment is in, and you would like to speak with him."

coming.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

What's meant to come will come.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Her voice was unexpectedly calm, which surprised even herself.

After hanging up the receiver, she straightened her clothes, raised her hand to tidy the stray hairs at her temples, and then practiced a perfect smile in front of the blurry reflection in the glass window.

His lips were upturned, his eyes were slightly curved, and there was an emptiness in his eyes.

All right.

That's it.

The corridor was long, and the glow of the wall lamps appeared even more dim and weak in the gloom of the rainy day.

She walked to the door of the study.

She raised her hand, intending to knock, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably just before touching the door.

He bent his knuckles and tapped three times lightly.

"Thump, thump, thump."

"Come in," came Wei Yanqiu's voice from inside.

Bian Zhizhi pushed open the door and went inside.

Wei Yanqiu sat in a high-backed leather chair, with his back to the door and his face to the window facing the rain.

She wasn't wearing a formal suit today, but a dark gray cashmere cardigan. Her hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck. She looked less sharp and more tired than usual.

Dr. Wang has left.

Several documents were spread out on the desk. On the top one, Bian Zhizhi caught a glimpse of familiar tables and charts—it was Dr. Wang's evaluation report.

Butler Li is not here.

There were only her and Wei Yanqiu in the study.

"Close the door." Wei Yanqiu didn't turn around.

Bian Zhizhi closed the door behind her.

She walked to the desk and stopped about two meters away from it.

"President Wei," she said.

Wei Yanqiu finally turned his chair around.

She faced Bian Zhizhi, leaned back slightly in her chair, and placed her hands on her knees.

Those eyes seemed to see through all pretense.

She looked at Bian Zhizhi without saying a word, just watching.

It was as if they wanted to peel away her calm exterior to see what thoughts, desires, and fears were hidden inside.