Bo Shiyin smiled without speaking.
Song Yi didn't have time to chat with him about useless nonsense here.
She smiled faintly and got to the point: "I heard you have quite the approach to treating depression."
Bo Shiyin looked Song Yi up and down: "Are you referring to yourself having depression?"
"No."
Bo Shiyin raised an eyebrow slightly, didn't speak, and once again smiled silently at Song Yi.
Song Yi said: "It's a friend of mine, I think he might have depression. I noticed he takes medication and thought it was for depression, but when I asked at the hospital, the doctor said it's just for headaches. I think my friend is hiding it from me."
"I just think if there's depression, it should be treated promptly and not delayed."
Bo Shiyin held a teacup, took a leisurely sip, and adjusted his glasses: "This 'I have a friend' thing is often just a stand-in for oneself, President Song. Depression isn't something to be ashamed of; with proper treatment, it can be cured."
