"Wen Mo's disease is indeed inherited from his parents' genes, but Wen Chi's disease is acquired. In comparison, Wen Mo's condition is much more serious than Wen Chi's. He has serious social disorders and is only immersed in his own world. What's more important for Wen Chi's PTSD is medication. I have listed it for you. You can go to a tertiary hospital to buy it. Wen Mo needs psychological counseling once a week and medication. I have confidence in these two children. The company of their family is the most important thing for them."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Thank you, doctor."
"Just bring Wen Mo here once a week from now on."
"good."
On the way back, Wen Qiao went directly to the hospital to buy the prescription given by Dr. Chen, and got on a taxi carrying two large bags of medicine.
Wen Chi touched his neck: "Is it necessary to take medicine?"
Wen Qiao: "It's just like having a cold. If you are sick, you have to take medicine. Take it on time from now on. Do you hear me?"
Wen Chi leaned his elbows on the window: "Alright, alright, I got it. How much money did Wen Jianmin give you? Is it enough to spend? Don't waste it."
Who says young people don’t know the taste of sorrow
Wen Chi seems to be a thick-skinned man, but he is also worried about his family's livelihood.
"Don't worry, it's enough. Besides, I've started making money, so you don't have to worry about money."
The one million yuan from the dandy young master Fu Jiang arrived in his account that very night, which showed that he was so scared of Fu Nanli that he was out of his mind.
This one million is too hot to handle for her, so she has to find an opportunity to spend it on Fu Nanli.
Wen Chi rubbed her head and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Her mother is weak, and her younger brothers are one autistic and the other manic. She has a hard time, and Wen Chi has always known it.
For the first time, the boy had the urge to grow up quickly.
Wen Qiao looked at Wen Mo with a smile: "Look at your brother, he actually speaks human language one day, the sun is rising from the west."
Wen Chi: "Wen Qiao, is there anyone like you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
The laughter of the three siblings lingered in the hot summer breeze.
Wen Qiao received the admission letter from the Central Conservatory of Music two days later. The courier delivered it directly to her doorstep.
"Wen Qiao, there's a delivery."
Wen Qiao rushed to the door, and the young man smiled and said, "Central Conservatory of Music, admission letter, right?"
Wen Qiao was very excited and took the envelope: "Yes."
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
She couldn't wait to open the envelope. The whole family gathered around her. Su Yun's voice trembled with excitement: "Is this really the admission letter from the Central Conservatory of Music?"
"Yes, it is the admission letter written by the principal himself."
The cover is gilded and inside is the principal's handwriting.
"Student Wen Qiao, you are hereby admitted to the Pipa major of the Department of Traditional Chinese Music of our school. Please report to our school with this notice. For the specific time and place, please refer to the Admission Notice for New Students."
There is a big red official seal of the Central Conservatory of Music on the lower right corner.
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She is going to be a college student. After her rebirth, everything is getting better.
Su Yun was so excited that she looked at the admission letter again and again: "Your principal's handwriting is really elegant. I'll go to the market to buy some vegetables so that we can have something delicious tonight."
Half an hour later, Lu Youyou's wailing voice spread from the alley all the way to her doorstep.
Wen Qiao was worried: "Youyou, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Youyou's eyes were red from crying. Wen Qiao thought she failed the exam, but then she saw Lu Youyou took out an admission letter from her bag: "Qiao Qiao, I was also admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music, the Department of Traditional Chinese Music, majoring in Guqin."
(End of this chapter)