Nyoi-Bo Studio

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  The baby was fast asleep.

  His little fists were clenched tightly as he breathed steadily.

  Shen Manting looked at the baby beside her for a long time before she got out of bed.

  After she went to the bathroom, a nurse came up to her. “Shen Manting?”


  “Yes.”


  Shen Manting looked up at her.

  The nurse examined her and said, “Go to the psychiatry department. Your husband is waiting for you there.”


  “Psychiatry department? My husband?” Shen Manting laughed and answered, “All right, I know.”


  The nurse didn’t care much either. She turned around and left.

  Shen Manting put on her shoes and walked to the psychiatry department with the infant in her arms.

  The psychiatry department was on the ninth floor. When she arrived, she saw Shen Luo’an standing by the window of the corridor.

  He reached out his hands when he saw her.

  Shen Manting glanced at him and passed the infant to him.

  Truth be told, she was curious about the diagnosis.

  She sat in front of the doctor. The doctor didn’t rush into any sensitive questions.

  He started casually chatting with her.

  Shen Manting was somewhat guarded at first, but gradually she relaxed and opened up more.

  “How old is the baby?”


  “A month old. I had just completed the postpartum confinement.”


  “I see…… Has he been fed breast milk or milk powder lately?”


  “Both……” Then, Shen Manting frowned and questioned, “Does this have anything to do with my diagnosis?”


  The doctor smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious to know more.”


  Shen Manting felt a little impatient. Her gaze drifted about.

  The doctor didn’t speak. He lowered his head and began to write in his notebook.

  Shen Luo’an was waiting for her outside. He held the baby in his arms and felt lonely in his heart.

  The child was theirs. But Shen Manting was not going to be with him.

  He presumed that she intended to take the baby away with her.

  The thought made Shen Luo’an feel even more upset. He looked up at the sky in the distance and sighed.

  Shen Manting had been in the room for more than an hour, but there was no sign of her coming out anytime soon.

  The infant awoke, but didn’t cry.

  He stared up at Shen Luo’an with his bright, gleaming eyes. His gaze was pure and translucent.

  A voice echoed from inside the room. Shen Manting left the room, her head lowered. She didn’t say a word.

  Shen Luo’an stood up and asked, “How did it go?”


  Shen Manting smiled and answered, “Postpartum depression and paranoia.”


  Shen Luo’an was stunned.

  Shen Manting walked past him and whispered, “Are you happy now?”


  “What are you talking about?” Shen Luo’an frowned and exclaimed, “How can I be happy with you in this condition? Did the doctor give you a prescription?”


  “Yes.” Shen Manting was holding the prescription slip in her hand. “Let’s go and settle the payment.”


  Shen Manting was acting strangely today.

  She seemed to be unusually calm.

  In fact, she was eerily calm.

  Shen Luo’an took the list from her and handed over the infant to her.

  Shen Manting carried the infant to the nursing room to feed him milk and returned to the ward.

  She was admitted to the hospital in haste, so all her belongings were left at home.

  She sat by the bed and waited for Shen Luo’an to return. They went home together.

  It was almost time for dinner. Aunt Lin had already prepared their meal. She greeted them and asked, “Manting, you didn’t bring the thermal container back, did you?”


  The thought suddenly occurred to Shen Manting. “I forgot,” she replied.

  Aunt Lin felt sorry and said, “Forget it. Have some food. Pass me the baby.”


  After handing over the baby, Shen Manting washed her hands, lifted her bowl of rice, and ate quietly.

  Shen Luo’an sat in front of her, feeling a little uneasy. He said, “Tell me if anything’s bothering you. It’s frustrating to see you look so lifeless!”


  “Stop looking at me then,” Shen Manting continued eating. “No one asked you to look at me.”