Neither Jiang Conghe nor Lu Shufen knew anything about Chiang Qing's self-harming behavior; they both reveled in their daughter's apparent improvement.
"Qingqing seems to be getting better; it's such a stroke of luck. I think she will fully recover after a bit more time!" Lu Shufen's greatest joy was her daughter's recovery.
"Don't get careless, after all, it's psych..." Jiang Conghe caught his wife's warning glance and didn't finish his sentence, coughing instead and saying, "Anyway, the treatment must continue. Doctor Zhong is an authoritative doctor; unless she says it's okay, we must continue. You need to keep a close watch, the medication can't stop, she's our only daughter!"
"Yes, I know that," Lu Shufen replied. "But I think it's about time. Qingqing herself wants to go out for a walk; she says it's too stifling staying at home."
Jiang Conghe frowned upon hearing this.
"What? Is there a problem?" Lu Shufen, observing his expression, couldn't help but ask.
