After I Left This World, My Husband Went Insane

I lay in the hospital for two weeks and finally, I was able to be discharged. Xie Rongyu, who rarely had time, came to accompany me through the discharge procedures. The doctor reviewed the report and handed the examination results to Xie Rongyu. "Your wife's depression has reached a severe level, with significant tendencies to harm herself." "Severe... depression?" His voice tightened, fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the report. "How could this be... " The doctor said something more, and Xie Rongyu's eyes suddenly reddened. He turned to look at me sitting beside him, his gaze filled with disbelief and heartache. He quickly walked over and crouched in front of me, cautiously holding my hand. "I'm sorry... " His voice was choked, "I will take good care of you." His fingers gently brushed over my wrist, which was still wrapped in thick bandages. "I should have noticed sooner... " His voice was hoarse, fingers unconsciously rubbing the report's edge. "You've been having insomnia lately... and a poor appetite... " I leaned back in the chair, my gaze falling outside the window. His self-reproach seemed to come through a thick pane of glass, blurred and indistinct. "That day you asked if I could accompany you to your follow-up... " His voice suddenly caught, his throat tightened, "I said Mingwei needed a check-up... " The doctor's office fell silent. Xie Rongyu suddenly gripped my hand, his force so strong that I frowned. "I'm sorry... I was too slow... " I calmly withdrew my hand, his palm still damp with cold sweat. His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he declined the call without even looking at it. "I should have paid more attention to you... " His eyes were red, his voice growing softer, "Instead of always focusing on... " "I really regret it." "Give me a chance to make it up to you, please?" I continued to gaze silently out the window. His remorse came too late, so late that I no longer needed it. "These medications must be taken on time, " the doctor pointed to the prescription, his voice slower, "One pill every morning after breakfast, two pills before bed at night." He looked up at Xie Rongyu, "Absolutely no interruptions." Xie Rongyu nodded repeatedly, fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the medicine box. The doctor continued to caution: "Pay special attention to her emotional changes, any anomalies must be reported promptly." "Will she... still... " Xie Rongyu's voice choked, his throat tightened, "Do something foolish again?" The doctor sighed, "That depends on the family's companionship and care." He looked at Xie Rongyu meaningfully, "Patients with depression need to feel safe and secure above all else." Xie Rongyu's eyes suddenly reddened. He clutched the medicine bag tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I will definitely take good care of her." Xie Rongyu carefully organized the medications I needed to take home, meticulously checking the instructions for each box. His movements were light, as if afraid of disturbing me. He looked up at me, his voice choked, "I will take good care of you." I nodded slightly, my gaze fixed outside the window. After returning home, he tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen, occasionally glancing back at me. "I made porridge for you; the doctor said it's good for the stomach." He served a bowl, gently blowing on it to cool before handing it to me, "Be careful, it's hot." I took it without much thought, swallowing without really tasting it. His phone suddenly rang, the name "Gao Ting" flashing incessantly on the screen. He hesitated for a moment before answering the call.