Little Wife's Diary: My Husband is My Boss!
Chapter 83: Alexithymia ( 2 )

Chapter 83: Alexithymia ( 2 )

Feng Zhexuan thought for a moment and said, "I wonder if there’s something wrong when someone’s eyes are very calm despite the excited expressions and reactions on their face. It’s like the emotion and expression don’t quite match up."

After a moment of silence, Professor Wright said, "I need more information about this person’s condition before I can draw a conclusion. However, this might be Alexithymia. It is not a mental health disorder but has links with post-traumatic stress disorder, eating disorders, and various other conditions."

"I had a patient a long time ago who had a similar condition to your description. Due to the trauma, this patient lost the ability to feel emotions. I helped this patient learn how to imitate other people’s behaviors and expressions."

"Although this patient was able to have correct expressions and behave normally in daily life, the patient couldn’t recognize and express his own emotions or perceive other people’s emotions and had trouble engaging in social relationships," he added.

Feng Zhexuan’s heart sank when he heard this. He looked at the closed bedroom door and asked, "Does the patient still have a chance to recover?"

"It’s been almost twenty years and there’s still no improvement in my patient. In most cases, patients are unable to feel emotions for the rest of their lives. They lack empathy and compassion."

"Unfortunately, this condition is not considered mental health and we do not recommend medication. However, in some cases, patients’ conditions are improving after trying to move on from the trauma."

"So, the patient can only try to move on from the trauma to prevent the condition from worsening. As for complete recovery, I have not seen a case of it yet," Professor Wright said with a sigh.

When Feng Zhexuan heard this, his hand holding the phone tightened.

After a long silence, Professor Wright added, "Mr. Feng, if you need any help, you can contact me anytime."

"Mhmm, thank you, Professor Wright. I appreciate your help."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Zhexuan hesitated for a moment before he dialed another number.

In just a few seconds, the call was connected, and a woman’s lazy voice came from the receiver, "Boss, why are you calling me so suddenly?"

"I need you to investigate someone. I want every detail of her from birth to now," Feng Zhexuan said.

"Boss, who is the target?"

"Yan Yuling, my wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party was silent for a long time before she said, "Boss, when did you learn to joke?"

"I’m not kidding. Send me the information as soon as possible," Feng Zhexuan said and cut off the call.

After hanging up the phone, he transferred one million yuan to that person’s bank account before locking his phone. With a long sigh, he looked at the wallpaper on his phone.

His wallpaper is a photo of his wife’s sleeping face that he secretly took in the hospital.

Looking at her beautiful face, he traced the phone screen gently and whispered, "Wife, what happened to you before? What hell did you experience that made you become like this?"

While Feng Zhexuan was making lunch, Yan Yuling was standing in the bedroom, looking at the double sized bed. Due to the size of the bed, the room looked even emptier than before.

She didn’t know what her husband was thinking about replacing the comfortable big bed with this small double bed. Now that she was going to have a baby with him, she no longer minded the small bed.

After she put her bag on the dressing table, she went to take a shower. She sighed as she soaked in the warm water.

Leaning against the bathtub, she recalled how she felt when her husband kissed her just now. She put her hand on her heart, feeling the strong yet calm beat of her heart.

It’s different from when she was kissed. When she was entangled with her husband, her heart beat so fast.

Closing her eyes, Feng Zhexuan’s eyes appeared in her mind, and she felt her heartbeat speed up instantly. She remembered every detail of her husband’s face and expression.

Suddenly, a memory fragment flashed through her mind. vThis time, she could see the image more clearly and longer than the last time.

She saw a boy staring at her with a face full of wounds and blood. His deep eyes looked at her, with complex emotions surging in them, just like her husband’s eyes. In those deep eyes, she saw her confused expression.

The next second, she saw a flash of red, and felt a warm and sticky feeling on her hand. She tried her best to see more, but the severe pain in her head instantly shattered those fragmented memories.

"Uh..." She grunted in pain.

Feeling dizzy and nauseous, she knew the red, sticky, warm liquid on her hands in that fragmented memory was blood.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She held the bathtub and muttered, "Why are my hands covered with blood? Who is that boy?"

The more she thought about it, the worse her headache was. In the end, she could only let go of that memory and try to calm herself down.

She didn’t know how long she stayed in the bathroom. When she came out, the water had turned cold and her husband was already waiting for her on the bed.

Feng Zhexuan saw his wife coming out of the bathroom, looked at the time, and thought to himself, ’Forty minutes. My wife took longer to take a bath than before.’

Seeing her pale face, he was startled and walked over quickly. He touched his wife’s forehead and asked, "Wife, what’s wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale?"

Feeling the warm palm touching her forehead, Yan Yuling felt her headache relieved a little. She was tired of pretending to have emotions, tired of pretending to be a normal person. She wanted to take a break.

Closing her eyes, she leaned into her husband’s warm embrace and wrapped her arms around his slender but strong waist.