"Yes, I'm a psychiatrist. My uncle works here, and it's the weekend, so I came to see him, so I won't bother you." With that she turned around.

Although I couldn't see, I sensed a difference in my father.

He showed a difference from just now, and he seemed a little surprised.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this woman?" I asked him.

My father didn't say anything, he just went over and opened the passenger door, "It's nothing, get in."

Although I felt something was still wrong, I didn't ask any more questions, "It's still early, take me to Field Family, I want to see Harry."

My father...