Who? Who is it?
Just thinking about it, Wei Yumeng felt afraid.
She realized that she seemed to have contracted a disease that made her afraid of any contact with anyone.
Even just the sound of footsteps, or hearing someone speak, could make her scared for a long time.
This was something that had never happened before, and why had it become like this?
But she no longer had time to think about it, because the unfamiliar footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Wei Yumeng's heart leaped into her throat.
She could only repeatedly tell herself that perhaps the person coming was not a bad person, but just someone passing by.
Or perhaps it was the owner of this old building, or someone else.
Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng was so scared that she closed her eyes, waiting for her fate to arrive...
"Yumeng?"
Hearing this familiar voice, Wei Yumeng opened her eyes.
Unexpectedly, while she felt a strange fear towards almost everyone, she only felt a sense of closeness and dependence towards the person in front of her.
"Yifan, why are you here?"
Song Yifan was also a little surprised. "I just heard some noise in this old building. I thought something had happened. I didn't expect it to be you here."
"I actually..." Wei Yumeng didn't know how to explain her situation.
Did she have to tell Song Yifan that she had a disease that made her afraid of everyone she saw?
She even had to admit that when she was in the coffee shop, she had felt fear even towards Mu Linjing.
Song Yifan looked at Wei Yumeng's somewhat disheveled appearance, her hair messy, and even dust on her clothes. He felt some concern.
"Whatever has happened to you, can you come back with me first? My place is not far from here."
Wei Yumeng hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Then I'll trouble you."
When Song Yifan took Wei Yumeng to the street, it undoubtedly reawakened Wei Yumeng's fear.
The strangers everywhere made Wei Yumeng almost unable to breathe.
But at this moment, Song Yifan's hand covered Wei Yumeng's eyes.
"Don't be afraid. I'm by your side now. I'm the one least likely to hurt you, aren't I? And as for those irrelevant people, it's better not to see them, and there's no need to be afraid. Just come back with me like this, okay?"
This was the first time Wei Yumeng realized how gentle Song Yifan's voice could be, like a clear breeze blowing into her heart.
She really didn't seem to be afraid anymore. Even if she couldn't see the road ahead, as long as she followed Song Yifan step by step, there was nothing to worry about.
And so, Wei Yumeng followed Song Yifan to his home.
"Would you like something to drink? Or something to eat?"
Wei Yumeng just shook her head. "I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"It's okay. Your matters have never been a trouble for me."
Song Yifan took a deep breath and said, "Alright, now can you tell me what happened?"
Wei Yumeng had no choice but to tell Song Yifan about her recent strange experiences. Song Yifan frowned after listening.
"You're saying you had a mental illness in the past?"
"Yes." Wei Yumeng didn't feel like there was anything to hide. "I thought I had recovered, but I didn't expect it to become like this."
Song Yifan pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"How about this, I'll call my psychologist friend and ask her to take a look for you? If it's really a symptom caused by a past illness, we'll find a way to treat it."
Wei Yumeng nodded. It seemed that she couldn't avoid getting checked now.
"By the way, I forgot my phone. Can I use yours to call Mo Han?"
When Song Yifan heard Wei Yumeng mention Zhan Mohan, his gaze flickered, but quickly returned to normal.
"You rest well. Leave notifying him to me. I was going to call my friend anyway."
Wei Yumeng didn't think much of it and agreed.
Then Song Yifan took his phone and went to the balcony to make a call, while Wei Yumeng could only sit on the sofa and wait.
After a while, Song Yifan returned to the room.
"Don't worry, I've made the call. President Zhan is currently tied up with a project and can't come. So, you'll stay here for now. He'll pick you up when he's done with work. As for my friend, he'll be here in about half an hour."
Wei Yumeng nodded. "Thank you for your trouble."
Song Yifan just smiled at her, then took out some fruits and snacks from the cabinet and placed them in front of Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng looked at these things and felt surprised because they were all her favorites.
For a moment, Wei Yumeng felt dazed, as if Song Yifan had known she would come and prepared these in advance.
During the half hour she spent alone with Song Yifan, Wei Yumeng felt an unexpected sense of peace.
She even had the illusion that she had recovered, until the psychologist arrived, which reminded Wei Yumeng of her condition.
Indeed, the first time she saw the psychologist, Wei Yumeng felt fear again.
If Song Yifan hadn't been there, she probably would have hidden in the inner room.
"Don't be afraid. He's the friend I told you about. He studied psychology abroad and has now returned to China to practice. He's the head of the psychology department at the city center hospital. You can completely trust his examination results."
The doctor also smiled kindly at Wei Yumeng. "My surname is Yang, and I've been friends with Yifan for many years. I'm very happy to have this opportunity to help."
Song Yifan said to Dr. Yang, "Brother Yang, Yumeng's situation is a bit special. I hope you'll be careful during the examination."
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't hurt your girlfriend."
Hearing this title, Wei Yumeng wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak for a long time and could only let it happen.
The subsequent treatment, under Song Yifan's strong insistence, was completed with him accompanying Wei Yumeng.
However...
"Brother Yang, how is her condition?"
Dr. Yang frowned and remained silent for a long time, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
Song Yifan saw Dr. Yang's dilemma and gestured for him to go to the side and tell him in secret.
However, Wei Yumeng spoke up. "Dr. Yang, I hope you can tell me the truth about my condition. I think I need to know the specific situation."
Dr. Yang then sighed. "To be honest, your situation is very unusual. In all my years of practice, this is the first real case I've encountered. From what I know, there are no more than ten people in the world like you."
Wei Yumeng's heart sank. Did she really have some incurable disease?
Was there still hope for her to recover? Would she never be able to return to her family because of this?