Lena stood in the living room, watching as the man entered the master bedroom.
She stayed at the door, wanting to hear something, but it was quiet inside.
She sat on the sofa with some worries, waiting for ten minutes. The man in a white coat finally came out, and she hurriedly went up to him.
"How was Mr. H?"
The man had a pair of phoenix eyes, which he slightly narrowed when looking at people, giving him a strong presence.
"It's okay, he often does this, taking medicine will help."
Do you often do this?
No wonder sometimes I did some things so obsessively.
She looked at the man carrying a suitcase, inside of which there were many medicines, most likely all related to mental health.
"Will these medicines have any side effects? Like making him more and more restless."
The man rai
