My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce
Chapter 963 - 963 963 Lu Lingche You May Need To See A

Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Lu Lingche, You May Need To See A Psychologist Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Lu Lingche, You May Need To See A Psychologist “There is.”

“Which one?”

Qiao Yin lowered her head again, “It’s all in the past, I won’t make that kind of mistake again.”

Lu Lingche looked at her dejected demeanor and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stood up, embraced Qiao Yin in his arms, and said in a low voice, “No matter which it is, I don’t blame you. The one at fault is me, Qiao Yin.”

Qiao Yin leaned against him, feeling the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, and took a gentle breath.

She was slowly letting go.

She had found the reason why he didn’t like her. Even she didn’t like herself back then, so how could she demand his affection?

The resentment from the divorce had even started to fade, and her grudges were lessening.

She thought for a moment, then raised her hand to Lu Lingche’s wrist, performing a pulse diagnosis.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and said softly, “Your insomnia issues have become quite severe. You have continuous nightmares at night, often waking in panic and covered in sweat. You awaken shortly after falling asleep, and even sleep medication has a minuscule effect because, even if you enter deep sleep, you still have nightmares and still wake up, right?”

Lu Lingche was surprised she was willing to treat him, and her accurate diagnosis astonished him.

He knew her medicine skills were exceptional, but he was still somewhat shocked when she accurately described all his symptoms, “Have you always been this impressive? To know a patient’s issues so clearly just from pulse diagnosis?”

“I’ve been learning medicine from my grandmother since I was little. By the age of five, I could already set bones for kittens and puppies; by ten, I could use acupuncture to bring down a fever for relatives at home. Even our teachers would seek me out when they were sick.”

Lu Lingche’s handsome face showed a bitter smile, “I’m sorry. You’ve always been so skilled, yet I always called you a vase, I wronged you.”

Being called a vase in the past did indeed make her angry and aggrieved, but now she felt nothing. She could even joke with a light laugh, “You weren’t wrong. During the time I was married to you, I indeed was just a vase, of no value to society. If you hadn’t asked for a divorce, I think I might have stayed a vase forever, never to be a doctor.”

Lu Lingche heard the calmness in her voice. For such a long time, this seemed to be the first time she talked about this matter with such a tranquil attitude, without sarcasm, without anger, without sorrow, just calm.

Yet, Lu Lingche instinctively felt this was not a good thing.

She was too calm, and it unnerved him.

He could not help but hold Qiao Yin tighter, “It’s my fault. Don’t punish yourself with my mistakes, and don’t belittle yourself. You have never been a vase.”

“Even if you were, it was because of me that you became a vase. You weren’t a vase before marrying me, and you’re not a vase after divorcing me. So, the person with the least right to criticize you is me.”

“You were my wife. If you didn’t grow during our marriage, it was my failure as a husband. I was too indifferent to you. I enjoyed the contributions you made to our life, yet I never gave anything in return.”

“So you needn’t reflect or blame yourself. The one who should do that is me. I plan to spend the rest of my life compensating you. Please give me an opportunity to do so, okay?”

Surprised, Qiao Yin looked up at him, “You’re speaking more pleasantly today, your self-analysis is more profound than before.”

Lu Lingche stroked her long hair and said softly, “I’m not just saying things to sound pleasant – I’m confessing my guilt.”

Qiao Yin indeed felt comforted. Her mood improved, and she finally showed a more genuine smile, “Since you’ve confessed, I’ll help you with your sleep issue just this once.”

“You’re willing to treat my insomnia?”

“I can’t cure it.”

Lu Lingche was surprised, “Is there an illness you can’t cure?”

“Because your problem isn’t physiological, it’s psychological. You may need to see a psychologist. Our hospital has experts in this area, and I can introduce you. Once your psychological issues are resolved, your sleep will improve, and you won’t need medication.”

Lu Lingche knew, of course, that his insomnia was a psychological issue. He looked at Qiao Yin helplessly, “Is this your idea of helping me? Telling me to see another doctor?”