"Ye Yun, you should trust Shūbīng. She's truly capable. I just want you to recover your health, nothing else. Don't overthink it," Li Mengyao chimed in.
If it weren't for the fact that psychological issues couldn't be forced, she would have insisted Ye Yun seek treatment.
Faced with their earnest pleas, Ye Yun could only offer a helpless, wry smile, wanting to refuse.
But how could he explain?
Tell them he had taken Gan Cao medicine, and its side effect was temporary impotence for a month?
Twenty days had already passed, and he only needed ten more days to fully recover.
If he actually said it, Ye Yun himself wouldn't believe it, let alone Li Mengyao.
What if Li Mengyao asked:
"How do you know about the side effects of Gan Cao medicine?"
"And predict the exact duration of a month?"
A barrage of questions would leave Ye Yun utterly speechless.
So, telling the truth was out of the question.
Then, he could say he was busy and would come another day?
Try every possible way to postpone it for another ten days?
When the truth would be revealed?
But if he did that...
Li Mengyao might think he was deliberately evading treatment, which would only deepen the rift within the family.
Finally, after much deliberation, Ye Yun nodded and said, "Alright."
Hearing Ye Yun agree, the two women relaxed.
Li Mengyao had taken leave from work and needed to return, and by four in the afternoon, she had to pick up Keke from school and look after the child in the evening.
Furthermore, Pan Shūbīng advised Li Mengyao.
Psychological therapy was a matter of deep personal privacy, and it was best to avoid it, even between spouses.
Li Mengyao nodded in agreement and then headed home.
As for whether she had considered Pan Shūbīng having ulterior motives...
Honestly, Li Mengyao hadn't.
A doctor's heart is like a parent's; doubting a physician was the greatest insult to their profession.
Li Mengyao herself had studied nursing, and they understood the unique nature of their work.
Besides, there were male gynecologists, weren't there?
More importantly, in her mind, Pan Shūbīng had no idea about their vast wealth.
So how could she suspect her best friend of any improper intentions?
As for Ye Yun, he got into Pan Shūbīng's Mercedes C260, which then drove towards a nursing home in the city.
Inside the car, Ye Yun remained silent. Pan Shūbīng glanced at Ye Yun through the rearview mirror and smiled.
"Teacher Ye, how long has it been since you and Mengyao had marital relations?"
Ye Yun also looked at her and said.
"Doctor Pan, don't you find this question rather trivial?"
"I don't find it trivial; in fact, it's a necessary part of a doctor's process in understanding a patient's condition. Teacher Ye, isn't this the knowledge you yourself taught us?" Pan Shūbīng chuckled.
Ye Yun's brow furrowed. Doctors inquiring about a patient's situation required detailed records; this was indeed something he had stressed during his lectures.
Of course, that was in a classroom setting, emphasizing basic knowledge to deepen students' memory.
He hadn't expected to be outmaneuvered by this woman.
However, Ye Yun's frown quickly smoothed, and he smiled.
"So, are we starting the treatment now?"
"Precisely."
"Mengyao and I haven't had marital relations for forty years." Ye Yun suddenly said.
Pan Shūbīng was startled. She instinctively slammed on the brakes, then sharply swerved the steering wheel, quickly pulling the car over to the side of the road.
She turned back, looking at Ye Yun's face, which held a hint of inexplicable annoyance.
"Teacher Ye, are you toying with me?"
Despite her words, Pan Shūbīng was inwardly delighted.
Why?
Ye Yun and Li Mengyao having no marital relations for forty years was an obvious fabrication.
After all, neither of them was even thirty yet!
As for why Ye Yun said that, he must be joking with her.
When a man chooses to joke with a woman, it's a good sign!
"If you think so, then so be it." Ye Yun smiled and got straight to the point, "You claim to be a psychologist. You can guess what I'm thinking. Don't pretend; I know what you're thinking."
"Playing hard to get won't work on me. Don't waste your time on me. While you're still young, find a nice guy and settle down for a simple life."
"Your situation might not have been ideal these past few years, so seeing the money in my account immediately sparked your interest. You quit your job at the Ying Tian Fu sales office, thinking you could snatch me away from Mengyao."
"Pan Shūbīng, it's impossible between us. I will only ever love Mengyao, and that will never change. So please stop wasting your time on me."
Although Ye Yun maintained a smile throughout, his attitude of keeping her at arm's length was evident.
Pan Shūbīng's face flickered with initial surprise, then a touch of astonishment.
Because what Ye Yun had said remarkably mirrored her own thoughts.
However, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw,
Pan Shūbīng knew very well that at her age, Ye Yun represented her last chance to transcend her social class.
How could she give up so easily?
In fact, a hint of challenge began to stir within her.
Conquering a man like this would be a true accomplishment!
Of course, with her strong confidence in conquering Ye Yun, she genuinely wanted to cure his current ailment as well.
After all, if she were to be with Ye Yun in the future, she wouldn't want to be left unfulfilled.
"You've likely never considered counseling yourself, or rather, you've never considered that this very thought process has become a form of obsession, a psychological disorder."
"However, someone with a strong obsession cannot be a psychologist. Because no one can escape their own obsession; they only sink deeper." Ye Yun said.
"Are you done?" Pan Shūbīng looked at Ye Yun, unfazed. "Teacher Ye, you seem to know a lot about psychology? Since you said no one can escape their own obsession, isn't it even better for me to counsel you?"
"Even if I have an obsession, you don't understand it as well as I do, so you can't counsel me. Moreover, someone who is already mentally unbalanced cannot effectively assist others. Let alone the fact that I am truly not ill, and therefore require no counseling or treatment." Ye Yun stated.
"Teacher Ye, I've heard that it's often those who are ill who constantly insist they are not sick, much like drunk people who keep proclaiming they're not drunk, right?" Pan Shūbīng's words were sharp.
In a flash, she seemed to have an idea, a peculiar smile on her face as she licked her red lips.
"Teacher Ye... you claim you're not sick, yet you told Mengyao you are. Are you perhaps curious to taste the forbidden fruit? I'm starting to believe you understand psychology. In just this short while, my interest in you has grown even more."
"Look, what is that... would you like me to try and see if you're really sick... shall we go inside and have a look..."
As she spoke, Pan Shūbīng's eyes were languid and seductive, her words filled with unspoken temptation, her finger pointing towards a building on the side of the road.
Ye Yun followed the direction of her finger.
Home Inn Seven Days Hotel!