Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1136: Chapter 1108: This Is the Answer She Wanted (Fifth Update)

Upon hearing Qian’s words, Qio Yu Xuan immediately replied.

”Not at all, I’m totally bored lately, haha, barely any business, you come, just come whenever you want.”

”Mr. Qio, when does the guest ask if you can resume treatment?”

Someone knocked on the door, asking politely from outside, and Qio Yu Xuan frowned irritably as he quickly pressed the receiver, unsure if Qian had heard it.

Interrupting his emotional connection with Qian, it seemed that the charge of 50,000 US dollars per hour was still too cheap, Qio Yu Xuan decided to raise the price once he hung up, so they wouldn’t disrupt his pleasant business with excessive talk!

”I’m fine, quickly send it over, I can help you take a look. Don’t rush when faced with problems. The more anxious you are, the harder it is to come up with a solution. There are so many cases in the world, and no doctor dares claim to be omnipotent. Just do your best.”

Qio Yu Xuan pretended not to hear the urging from outside and warmly comforted Qian.

For Qian, having the world’s authority say such words at her most questioning time was incredibly helpful.

”You have problems you can’t solve?” Qian asked.

Upon leaving the teacher’s house, Qian felt completely disoriented, thinking she was truly too fragile.

”Of course, I have lots of problems I can’t solve. Our industry is just starting out. There are so many people in the world, each with different experiences, and not all psychological disorders are documented since there are many still unexplored. Don’t pressure yourself too much. If you’re really uncomfortable, go out for a walk, buy something, or do something you like.”

Hearing these words from Qio Yu Xuan made Qian’s nose tingle with emotion.

He seemed like a senior, yet also like an elder, and his words were really quite warm.

Though she already heard someone calling for him, he deliberately claimed not to be busy, safeguarding Qian’s dignity and ensuring she didn’t feel indebted to him.

It was this warmth, combined with his previous helpful actions without seeking credit or uttering unnecessary words, that made Qian’s liking for Qio Yu Xuan rocket upwards enthusiastically.

After returning home, she organized the scales Yu Minglang completed and sent them to Qio Yu Xuan’s email.

She heard he was attending to some remarkable person, estimating it would be hours before he had time for her. Staying at home was unsettling; unable to calm down to read, she wiped surfaces, engaging in a thorough cleaning at home.

Things were mostly tidied up when Qian noticed the clothes Yu Minglang brought back were still there, so she decided to wash them.

Despite being inept in the kitchen, Qian washed clothes quite cleanly, after all, her mother initially ran a dry-cleaning shop, having helped often. She habitually emptied pockets before washing, knowing Yu Minglang was a neat freak, never leaving anything in his clothes pockets. Ordinarily, people would throw clothes in the washing machine unnoticed, but the former dry-cleaning owner’s daughter spirit led her to empty them, discovering something inside—it seemed to be a piece of paper.

Upon seeing it, it turned out to be a photograph.

The photo appeared to be taken with a poor-quality camera, slightly blurry but still visible was a woman dressed in unique clothing, whose silhouette and attire resembled a foreign woman.

Why would he have a woman’s photo in his pocket? When Qian saw it she didn’t get jealous because the photo bore a red fingerprint, the red being not bright but brownish, resembling dried blood stains.

Calculating the timing, could it...

Possibly be from Balan before he died giving it to Yu Minglang?

Qian immediately thought of the wooden comb Balan gave her, the one with broken teeth she put away, wondering if Balan initially intended to give it to this girl?

Why then would he give the photo to Yu Minglang before his death?

Qian only knew these were certain country’s traditional attire, yet couldn’t ascertain the origin. She noticed a unique pattern on the clothes in the photo which might provide a clue, returning to the computer to search for relevant information.

At that moment, she saw a reply from Qio Yu Xuan’s email.

Hurriedly opening it, realizing he had replied a while back!

The timing suggested he replied just ten minutes after she sent it. Could it be he set aside his work just to solve her doubts?

If so, this favor was a hefty debt.

Qian felt Qio Yu Xuan’s treatment of her was unusual, as a authority he seemed overly attentive.

Previously, Qian was annoyed mainly because he had Arca come over to monitor, eavesdropping on her.

And he seemingly interfered in her matters, which Qian despised, detesting others acting under the pretense of her welfare.

However, whether or not she disliked Qio Yu Xuan, an undeniable fact was his significant kindness towards her.

Previously, she feigned ignorance avoiding Qio Yu Xuan’s aid, this time avoiding was impossible.

For Xiaoqiang, Qian felt she could set aside any dignity or principles, she now only wished for Xiaoqiang’s normalcy, even if seeking external aid from Qio Yu Xuan was necessary.

Opening Qio Yu Xuan’s email, Qian diligently reviewed the contents.

Upon looking, Qian was in admiration.

Though she submitted Yu Minglang’s scales in document form to him, Qio Yu Xuan returned a document with red annotations throughout.

Seeing it, Qian felt truly invigorated.

This provided the answers she needed.

Unlike conclusions from the previous two experts.

He focused on a particular question, using red bold font noting it reflected the patient’s mindset had already diverged from thought and consciousness.

Given the state of divergence, earlier perfect answers suggested subtle terror, as someone with diverged consciousness repressing themselves could likely suffer from latent post-traumatic stress disorder.

When Qian saw his notes, she felt her blood rushing to her head.

She sensed powerful knowledge rushing through the screen, exciting her even more was Qio Yu Xuan accurately diagnosing Xiaoqiang using merely several scales, signifying hope for Xiaoqiang’s illness.

As Qian pondered this, her phone rang—Qio Yu Xuan was calling.

”Qian, did someone from the Yu Family meet trouble? Is it Yu Mingyi or your Erha?”

Worthy of Qio Yu Xuan, only reading a scale revealed plenty of issues.

Such a person crafting the question must be someone extraordinary in determination, with strong self-discipline, involving certain character matters, Qio Yu Xuan quickly discerned through this answer the vigor of a potential prodigy, yet felt rather unfortunate.