"As expected."
Bai Zihe sneered.
In fact, Bai Zihe had already harbored suspicions when Liu Chengbai mentioned her depression.
Generally speaking, it was unlikely for someone from a general's family to suffer from depression.
They lived without worry from childhood, were often the center of their social circles, arrogant, and disdainful of others… this was highly probable.
To even have the chance to be depressed was unlikely.
Unless…
At the same time as suffering immense emotional trauma, they were interfered with or framed by an external force.
Liu Jiaojiao was precisely in this situation.
After clearly understanding the cause of the illness, Bai Zihe took out the Yin Yang Seventy-Two Needles and, one by one, inserted them into the major acupuncture points on Liu Jiaojiao's head.
Following that.
Several streams of pure internal energy, using the golden needles as conduits, entered Liu Jiaojiao's head.
"Pfft—"
Moments later, Liu Jiaojiao suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
Within the blood, a strange, pitch-black insect was writhing.
It was a Nightmare Gu!
Although the Nightmare Gu also parasitized the brain, it was incomparable to the one on Bai Ruoyi.
They did not possess great lethality, at most affecting the host within nightmares, causing the host to slowly go insane and even die.
Therefore, Bai Zihe could easily expel it.
"Hiss, hiss—"
The Nightmare Gu struggled incessantly, occasionally rearing its head to hiss at Bai Zihe.
Bai Zihe snorted coldly, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and easily killed it.
And without the Nightmare Gu.
Liu Jiaojiao's furrowed brows on the bed slowly relaxed, her face gradually became flushed, and a trace of color returned.
Not long after.
Liu Jiaojiao opened her eyes.
She noticed Bai Zihe in the room and instinctively recoiled.
Hearing the movement, Bai Zihe immediately looked over.
Seeing Liu Jiaojiao awaken, he said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Jiaojiao, I'm the doctor your father invited to treat you. Don't be nervous!"
Liu Jiaojiao looked at Bai Zihe, her eyeballs darting.
This was undoubtedly a good sign.
Bai Zihe continued, "I know about your situation."
"You feel guilty, believing you caused your mother's death, right?"
Liu Jiaojiao still did not speak.
But her eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up and then sliding down her cheeks.
She also sat up from the bed.
Then she took out her phone and flipped to a photo.
It was a picture of her and her mother. At that time, though she was young and immature, she was very cheerful and lively.
This was a very positive turning point.
Bai Zihe continued to persuade, "Actually…"
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things. Everyone will face that day. Don't blame yourself for all of this."
"Your mother… she wouldn't want to see you like this either."
"Right?"
Liu Jiaojiao gripped her phone tightly with her fingers, but ultimately couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
Crying and sobbing, she choked out, "Mom… I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so willful, I shouldn't have run away from home…"
Bai Zihe let out a long sigh of relief.
According to what Liu Chengbai had said earlier, Liu Jiaojiao had not spoken voluntarily since falling into depression.
This was the first time in three years.
And by getting her to speak, the rest would be much simpler.
Outside the door.
Liu Chengbai had not left.
It had been more than half an hour since Bai Zihe went in.
During this time, Liu Chengbai had even gone to the door, wanting to hear what was happening inside, but heard nothing.
At this moment.
He was like an ant on a hot pan, filled with anxiety.
"Creak—"
The door finally opened.
Liu Chengbai immediately focused his gaze.
Bai Zihe walked out first, a faint smile on his face. Liu Chengbai's heart skipped a beat, and he stared intently at the person behind him.
Liu Jiaojiao also came out.
She looked up at Liu Chengbai and softly called out, "Dad."
"Jiaojiao!"
"My daughter, you're finally getting better!"
Liu Chengbai was overcome with joy and tears, rushing forward to embrace Liu Jiaojiao, holding her tightly.
Where Liu Jiaojiao could not see.
His eyes were already streaming with tears.
Suddenly.
An inappropriate voice abruptly cut in.
"Fake!"
"This is definitely fake!"
"He must have done something to your daughter to restore her senses in such a short time, but the price is that her lifespan will be exhausted!"
"It's a deathbed resurgence!"
"She doesn't have long to live!"
"Chinese medicine in Da Xia is a pile of dog shit, it's impossible to cure depression!"
It was the foreign doctor, Robert.
His heavily accented Da Xia language, fueled by jealousy and displeasure, was spat out rapidly and harshly at this moment, instantly enraging Liu Chengbai.
Liu Jiaojiao was in his arms right now. Could he not tell if she was well or not?
Liu Chengbai was about to call for his guards to teach Robert a lesson.
But Bai Zihe was much faster.
He flashed forward and directly grabbed Robert by the neck.