She had witnessed her best friend become a mangled mess of flesh and blood right before her eyes, while she herself had narrowly escaped death.
At that moment, Shen Wen's face had gone ashen. She collapsed right onto the ground, too weak to even stand.
From that day on, Shen Wen was left with severe psychological trauma, suffering from heart palpitations and insomnia.
The slightest sound would make her tremble in fear. At night, she was plagued by nightmares filled with the gruesome images of her friend's death and the ear-piercing screech of brakes.
In traditional Chinese medicine, this was a classic case of "sudden shock and terror causing the spirit to lose its anchor."
"Aunt Shen, how has your appetite been recently?"
Li Xu didn't dwell on the car accident, so as not to upset her. He changed the subject with a smile, asking, "Generally speaking, people who don't sleep well often have a poor appetite. The two tend to affect one another."
