"Fortunately, you accepted timely psychological therapy, your Spirit threshold was already close to its limit. Delaying a few more days would have been like a balloon, popping."
"Thank you, Doctor Yi."
"I'd prefer you call me Yi Song, Su Ming'an."
In the warm-toned room, Su Ming'an shook hands with Yi Song.
Recently, Su Ming'an finally accepted complete psychological therapy, adopting treatment plans from various countries, and took the most advanced medication from the World Hub. Although the situation hasn't improved significantly, at least his condition has stabilized.
Despite this, he still wakes up terrified in the middle of the night, enduring recurring nightmares of dying; or suddenly feels a chill running down his spine while walking, fearing someone might stab him from behind; when he looks at the ocean, he feels an urge to plunge in and drown; standing in the rain, even if it's just a drizzle, he feels a suffocating heaviness, like a sheep on the verge of collapse.
