Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 136

“Brother… shouldn’t we be heading to the hospital now?” Wu Jing asked tentatively.

They had booked a private room, and since it was a Korean-style restaurant, the room was spacious with a curtain separating them from the outside. Inside, there were floor cushions for seating. The person across from him was eating unhurriedly, just as he always had in the past.

Ning Qinghong chuckled lightly, “No rush,” he said. “Is Wuwu not going to buy Brother some more clothes to change into?”

Wu Jing was momentarily stunned before he realized, stammering as he couldn’t find a way to refuse, “O-okay.”

They returned to the same store they had visited initially.

It must be said that this store was located in the central part of the mall, not only was the interior decor luxurious, but the surrounding area was also filled with well-known high-end clothing stores.

Ning Qinghong didn’t choose the clothes himself. Instead, he smiled and asked the staff to select a few sets in the same style as the one he was currently wearing. He even turned to the young man beside him and asked, “Does Wuwu want to pick some too?”

Wu Jing shook his head like a rattle, “No, no need.”

When it came time to pay, Wu Jing saw the total of several hundred thousand yuan and wilted again, weakly saying, “Please deliver them to the same address as last time.”

Ning Qinghong smiled and said, “Wait.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for the surrounding staff to hear. “It’s inconvenient for Brother to follow Wuwu home. If someone sees us, it would be hard to explain, wouldn’t it?”

This was what Wu Jing had said himself.

He nodded dazedly.

Ning Qinghong continued, “If Wuwu’s family or friends were to catch us, that wouldn’t be good.”

Wu Jing nodded again.

The staff awkwardly took a few steps back, pretending to be invisible.

Ning Qinghong absentmindedly fiddled with the phone Wu Jing had just bought him, “Brother found a hotel,” he said with a meaningful smile. “But I don’t have any cash on me, Wuwu?”

Wu Jing took a look at the phone and his eyes widened.

A presidential suite costing 100,000 yuan per night, and they needed to book it for three days.

Wu Jing calculated his money; he had already spent nearly 200,000 yuan today, and he only had a few hundred thousand left. There were still two more days to go, and he still had to take Brother to the hospital.

His face turned red with embarrassment as he recalled the boastful words he had said earlier. His voice became very small, “Brother… I…”

The young man, feeling like he had done something wrong, held onto the phone with his head down, his voice barely audible, “It’s too, too expensive. I don’t have that much money left… I can’t afford it… I need to save some for Brother’s hospital bills. We can’t spend that much.”

“We still have two days left.”

Wu Jing’s ears turned red from embarrassment, hidden within his dark hair, with just a hint peeking out.

Ning Qinghong seemed to sigh lightly, as if in regret.

Wu Jing calculated again and said softly, “It’s not that I can’t afford it… it’s just… I don’t know how much Brother’s treatment will cost… Let’s go to the hospital first, and if there’s any money left… then I’ll buy it.”

The staff, feeling awkward, retreated even further.

Ning Qinghong smiled and agreed, “We’ll do as Wuwu says.” He looked at the staff, “We’ll send someone to pick these up later, just leave them here for now.”

He was referring to the clothes.

A moment later, Wu Jing, who was now downcast with his head lowered, was led out of the store. He walked slowly, not even knowing where he was being taken.

It wasn’t until he was led into a car that he snapped out of it and asked, “Brother, are we going to the hospital?”

Ning Qinghong nodded, “It’s a bit of a drive. Does Wuwu want to take a nap?”

At first, Wu Jing shook his head, but after sitting for a while, he started to feel sleepy. Gradually, he snuggled closer, leaning his head against Ning Qinghong, and eventually dozed off.

After napping for about ten minutes, Wu Jing was gently awakened by someone.

Ning Qinghong said, “Wuwu? We’re here.”

Wu Jing startled awake, looking out the car window. “Ah, we’ve arrived!” He wasn’t fully awake yet, and after getting out of the car in a daze, he was led inside before suddenly remembering, “Oh right, Brother might not know where to go. I’ll take you there!”

Wu Jing, now more awake, led Ning Qinghong to the department. After talking with his aunt, she helped schedule an appointment with the psychologist. Wu Jing had already explained the specific symptoms to the doctor last time, so upon entering the office, they paid the examination fee and went through some physical tests.

There was no need to wait in line. Once they arrived, someone immediately arranged everything, and they quickly received the assessment results, except for the blood test, which would take another three to four hours.

Wu Jing returned to the office with a stack of test reports. After handing them to the doctor, it was confirmed that the issue wasn’t physical, so the face-to-face consultation between the doctor and patient officially began.

The consultation room was exquisitely decorated.

Wu Jing sat nervously on a nearby sofa, worriedly watching the discussion at the desk, straining his ears to listen.

Ning Qinghong sat comfortably in an armchair, smiling faintly. He occasionally answered some questions, but more often responded with, “It’s inconvenient to disclose.”

Given that the times were different, many things couldn’t be spoken of directly, so he only mentioned some of the symptoms.

Ning Qinghong said softly, “When my emotions are unstable, I do have some… harmful thoughts.”

This statement was already very tactful.

“It’s due to a latent illness from earlier years. Although the long-term medication helped with the underlying condition, the root cause remained.”

The psychologist, who had returned from abroad, didn’t find Ning Qinghong’s somewhat old-fashioned way of speaking strange, assuming it was common in the country.

A moment later, Wu Jing received another form for a brain MRI. After completing the scan as instructed, the report showed no abnormalities.

The psychologist then gave them several assessment scales.

Wu Jing couldn’t suppress his curiosity. When the psychologist stepped out to give the patient some privacy, he carefully moved a chair closer, leaning over the table, his face near Ning Qinghong’s hand as he filled out the forms, watching intently.

As he watched, he noticed something wrong. “Brother, this part is incorrect. You can’t write it like this.”

Ning Qinghong paused, “Then how should Brother write it, Wuwu?”

Wu Jing wanted to take the pen to fill it out for him but noticed a small transparent window on the door of the treatment room. Afraid the doctor would see him interfering, he whispered, “I know there are things you can’t put down here, but you can phrase it differently. Just write about the emotional and physical symptoms.”

“Your somatic symptoms are quite obvious.”

Not to mention insomnia, headaches, anorexia, and lack of energy, which were certainly present. Palpitations and shortness of breath weren’t certain, but judging from Ning Qinghong’s expression, Wu Jing thought he might have them occasionally too.

Half an hour later, after completing the quantitative assessment, the doctor temporarily prescribed some medication and clearly indicated the dosage.

Wu Jing then took the large bag of medicine and visited a well-known traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) doctor. After explaining the detailed situation, he looked back at Ning Qinghong expectantly. Before Wu Jing could say anything, Ning Qinghong spoke up, “I’ve been taking TCM previously. I still remember the formula: Cyperus, bitter orange, peony, licorice, bupleurum, Ligusticum… nine ingredients in total, with the following doses…”

“Doctor, what improvements would you suggest for this formula?”

The TCM doctor, an elderly man in his fifties or sixties, pondered for a moment and then clapped his hands, “Wonderful, truly wonderful.” He said, “But this formula seems a bit unsuitable for the general population. You see, the last two ingredients have been increased in quantity, clearly meant to calm the mind, but most psychological patients suffer from severe insomnia, yet the ingredients for treating insomnia in this formula have been significantly reduced. It focuses more on treating palpitations and anxiety…”

Ning Qinghong smiled, “Indeed, this formula was specially tailored for me by someone.”

The TCM doctor talked at length, then frowned slightly and sighed, “But it’s still lacking in some areas. You don’t just need medication when your emotions are unstable. Based on…” He looked at Wu Jing, “What this young man said, if you’re a bipolar patient, emotional stability could also be considered another form of emotional instability.”

“Wait a moment. I’ll prescribe another formula… However, you shouldn’t take both Western and Chinese medicine at the same time. You must choose one.”

Wu Jing nodded quickly, “Thank you, Doctor!” His eyes lit up, and he finally felt a weight lift off his shoulders. “Doctor, can I take a picture of your computer? I want to memorize the dosage. Should I go to the first floor to get the medicine…”

After leaving the TCM clinic, Wu Jing was still looking at his phone, memorizing the dosages. He suddenly remembered something and looked at Ning Qinghong. “Brother, how did you know what I was going to ask just now?”

He smiled, his foolish expression showing on his face, innocent and pure. “Brother is so smart.”