The psychologist arrived silently at Shen Li's side, posing as a personal nurse, and chatted intermittently with her.
Most of the time, Shen Li was silent, and her silence had a reason: her throat was in bad shape during her illness, and speaking caused her pain.
Even now, after her illness had fully recovered, she still didn't speak.
"Miss Shen, your medicine." Meilin brought the water and the medicine to Shen Li, her voice very gentle.
Shen Li looked up at her. Meilin was sweet-looking, a typical Eastern girl, not very old, in her twenties, and liked to smile a lot.
"You've just recovered from your illness, you still need to take your medicine on time." Meilin said with a smile, her sweet smile growing even sweeter.
In silence, Shen Li took the cup of water, swallowed the pill, and suddenly said, "You are the psychologist, aren't you?"