My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Mary patiently everything in the inspection report to Andrius, which included the pathology, causes, and possible future development of his condition.

In the end, she raised her eyes to look at the man and quietly thought, ‘He’s not a medical professional, so he probably didn't understand.’

"I understand, it seems that there is a problem with my medication. If it continues to develop, it will turn into stomach cancer! If I want a cure, I must stop the medication and take good care of it for three or four months. Right?"

This summary saved Mary a lot of trouble. He understood it all!

"You’ve been taking long-term medication? What kind of medicine?" Mary grasped the key point. She could not help but wonder why he needed to take long-term medication since he appeared to be well.

Andrius looked a little hesitant.

"It's best not to hide anything in front of a doctor. You have to understand that this is about your life!" Mary raised her voice, showing a serious expression.

However, Andrius still kept quiet.

His eyes were a little dazed.

Mary was even more anxious, but she noticed the sudden melancholy in the man's eyes. She had no choice but to hold back her impatience and waited.

have very serious depression!" Andrius suddenly

with a few wisps of self-deprecating

Mary was dumbfounded.

but she never expected it to

doesn’t look depressed no matter

that he was serious, mature and down-to-earth no

such a person be

ridiculous. She just could not believe

understood the pain of depression

right? Even my family members don't know about this disease!

world would be gray and hopeless. They would

anything to do

Quirke Enterprise to its pinnacle and had been

made people feel that he was always so

to help him

said next made her feel

the medicine has taken effect, or my own mental state is constantly adjusting. Recently, many dark thoughts have disappeared, especially my brother Byron and sister-in-law have gotten together. That felt like an encouragement. Slowly, I don’t