Wen Chi fits the bill for having an aggressive mental illness.
This kind of student is a time bomb in school. After all, she was thinking about the students of No. 9 Middle School and social stability, so she sent an anonymous letter of complaint regardless.
On the weekend, Wen Qiao took his two younger brothers to the Feilin Clinic again.
Because the case of the No. 9 Middle School student injuring others has attracted considerable attention in society, Wen Qiao wants Dr. Chen to evaluate the condition of her son Xiao Chi.
Wen Qiao and Wen Mo were waiting in the small hall outside. An hour later, the door of the clinic opened and Wen Qiao's heart was in his throat.
Chen Yanfei waved at her and Wen Qiao entered the clinic.
"Doctor Chen, how is my brother?"
Chen Yanfei smiled and said, "Your brother is recovering very well. At present, there is no possibility of him causing harm to others. In just a few months, he has recovered so well. It seems that your family has made an important contribution."
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you really not going to go too far and hurt anyone?"
"Miss Wen, don't you believe in my professionalism?"
"How could that be? I trust Dr. Chen very much. I feel relieved when you say that."
"Just keep taking the medicine. I estimate that after taking the medicine for another half a year, you can try to stop taking it. He is doing well. Wen Mo's recovery is slower than his. After all, it is congenital. But don't worry. I am confident that they will both be healthy."
On the way back, Wen Qiao bought an oven and some lamb chops from the supermarket: "The weather is getting cold, let's grill some lamb chops tonight."
When you are in a good mood, you naturally want to have a good meal.
Wen Chi carried the oven, Wen Mo carried the lamb chops, and the three of them returned home.
Uncle Ji came over with a big bag of beef and mutton: "The beef and mutton raised by our relatives in the northwest are fresh and have no smell."
Su Yun was picking persimmons in the corner: "Can you take some back with you?"
Ji Mingyuan waved his hand: "No, no."
Wen Qiao grabbed him and lifted the bag in his hand: "Uncle Ji, we are going to grill lamb chops tonight. We just bought this oven and don't know how to use it. Can you teach my mom?"
Ji Mingyuan was left behind to teach Su Yun how to use the oven, and was naturally called down by Wen Qiao to have dinner together.
The living room was a little small, but it also looked cozy. Su Yun held a small pot and placed it on the table: "Three-fresh soup, let's eat."
Wen Qiao picked the largest lamb chop and put it into Ji Mingyuan's bowl, "Uncle Ji, eat lamb chop."
Ji Mingyuan smiled.
Wen Qiao had been thinking about this for a long time. Uncle Ji had always been very good to her mother. Uncle Ji was also gentle, kind, and good-natured. He was also an expert in plumbing and electrical work. Whenever there was a broken circuit or clogged sewer in the neighborhood, they would ask Uncle Ji for help, and he would never refuse.
He may not be as wealthy as Wen Jianmin, but he is definitely a good man worthy of her mother entrusting the rest of her life to.
They had a very enjoyable meal. Su Yun’s cooking skills were excellent. Wen Qiao ate until he was full. Then, he and Wen Mo sent Ji Mingyuan out of the house.
When she came back, her mother had cleaned up the dishes and hung the rag on a rope.
Wen Qiao touched Wen Mo's head and said, "Come into the house. I want to talk to my mother."
The mother and daughter leaned against the pool, and Wen Qiao said straight to the point: "There is no better man than Uncle Ji."
Su Yun reached out and wiped her hands on her apron: "Your brother and the others."
"They all like Uncle Ji very much."
"I'm afraid others will talk about it and it will be bad for you."
(End of this chapter)