By the time she finished asking, nearly half an hour had passed.
Zhan Se's heart had sunk to the depths.
Combining her actions and state, she gained a preliminary understanding of Tang Yu's condition.
Next, in order to diagnose her illness, the hospital quickly sent a doctor to conduct a systematic psychiatric evaluation on Tang Yu. By the time they received the results, it was essentially confirmed—she indeed had depression.
Returning to the ward once more, Zhan Se saw the dim lighting in the room and had Sister Chen turn on the other two lamps as well.
In the bright light, she noticed that Tang Yu's face was pale, nearly devoid of any color.
"Zhan Se, am I...?"
Squinting her eyes, Zhan Se looked at her and said, "Yes, Tang Yu, you have depression."
"Depression?" Tang Yu's body trembled, and she stared at her, lost in thought, for quite a while without speaking. Of course, she knew what depression was. Her voice trembled slightly, "Does that mean, I have a mental disorder?"