Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

3"Humph!" Shi Miao could not be bothered with him anymore. She took the kettle to fetch water and did not look at him. She turned around and left.    

    

Ling Xuanhan naturally did not continue arguing and went to his son's ward.    

    

Because Cheng Jiuyuan was a well-known psychiatrist, Ling Xuanhan brought his son to their hospital to see a psychiatrist this time.    

    

Although Ling Chenchen was only five years old, he had serious autism.    

    

Ling Xuanhan used all kinds of methods, but it was useless.    

    

Since he could not resolve the knot in the child's heart, he could only bring him to see a psychiatrist.    

    

When Ling Xuanhan walked into the ward, Cheng Jiuyuan had just finished chatting with Ling Chenchen.    

    

"Mr. Ling, you came at the right time. The child is hungry. Go and get something for him to eat." Cheng Jiuyuan said to Ling Xuanhan.    

    

When he heard this, Ling Xuanhan was incomparably happy in his heart, because Ling Chenchen had never taken the initiative to say that he was hungry. Usually, food would be brought in front of him, and he wouldn't eat anything even if it was asked to.    

    

It was this kind of autistic symptoms that made Ling Xuanhan worry, and worried that he would starve to death.    

    

Now, he actually took the initiative to say that he wanted to eat!    

    

This change naturally made Ling Xuanhan happy.    

    

"Okay, I will get it right away!" Ling Xuanhan said with slight excitement.    

    

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.    

    

"Hey, wait." Cheng Jiuyuan stopped him again.    

    

Ling Xuanhan stopped walking. "Doctor Cheng, what else do you need?"    

    

"You should ask him what he wants to eat first." Cheng Jiuyuan reminded him.    

    

Ling Xuanhan then came to a realization. He went back to the bedside and asked Ling Chenchen, "Chenchen, what do you want to eat?"    

    

Ling Chenchen's tender eyes timidly glanced at Ling Xuanhan and said weakly, "Making pasta."    

    

"Okay, I will get it for you right away." Ling Xuanhan left excitedly.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan looked at Ling Chenchen with praise. "Chenchen has learned how to communicate. This is a good thing."    

    

Ling Chenchen shook his head and hugged his legs. He buried his head between his legs and did not speak.    

    

He looked like he did not have a sense of security around him. He seriously lacked a sense of security.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan talked to him for a while more. Although it was always him talking to himself, he knew that this child was listening to him.    

    

After a while, Ling Xuanhan returned. He opened the bowl of rice and personally fed it to Ling Chenchen.    

    

Ling Chenchen gave him face and took a bite of the food Ling Xuanhan fed him.    

    

He only took one bite, and his young eyebrows tightly furrowed. He forced himself to chew a few times, and then he couldn't bear it anymore and spat out the rice.    

    

"What's wrong? Is it hot?" Ling Xuanhan asked worriedly when he saw the young man's reaction.    

    

Ling Chenchen only shook his head and did not say anything. He curled himself up again.    

    

Ling Xuanhan cleaned the food that he spat out and scooped another spoonful. After blowing it to make sure it was not hot, he put it to Ling Chenchen's mouth again and said, "It is not hot this time. Try it."    

    

Ling Chenchen shook his head. His small body shrank back, obviously rejecting the offer.    

    

Ling Xuanhan frowned. The aura around him also became serious.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan was observing from the side. Seeing that the situation was not right, he quickly stepped forward to help. "Mister Ling, could I trouble you to go out for a while? Let me feed him."    

    

Ling Xuanhan looked at Cheng Jiuyuan, then looked at Ling Chenchen. He was about to shrink into a ball.    

    

Ling Xuanhan had no way to deal with such a son.    

    

He could only pass the food to Cheng Jiuyuan and go out.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan held the rice bowl and sat beside Ling Chenchen's bed, just like Ling Xuanhan did just now. He looked at him with concern. "Chenchen, let's do a multiple-choice question, okay?"    

    

Ling Chenchen did not say anything.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan asked a question. "Why did you throw up the rice just now? A, it was because the rice was not delicious. B, it's because your dad fed you and you don't want to eat it. C, you're suddenly not hungry anymore. "    

    

After saying the choice, Cheng Jiuyuan looked at him seriously and asked him to answer.