Gossip King

Oh oh...

At that time, Jian Xiaoyan was crying bitterly, his body was constantly shaking, but his body would not struggle anymore, for fear of struggling to lean on the deadly iron skin.

"Answer me." Professor Zhang's voice came over his head.

It is strange that although this kind of electric shock causes you great physical pain and makes you have a splitting headache, it seems that the brain will be shattered if a needle is penetrated and stirred.

But the consciousness is extremely clear.

It’s fine if the consciousness is not clear, and you won't feel the pain so clearly. If you faint at once, it will be fine.

However, this milliampere and the duration of this electric shock is not enough to make you faint, so you can feel the pain every minute and every second with your consciousness clearly.

Next to the ear, beside the temple, Professor Zhang's hand temperature passed over again, and once again approached, Jian Xiaodan's heart trembled violently.

Do you want to answer? Do you want to continue? Xiao Shan's breathing became more and more rapid, her eyelids lifted slightly, to see how many milliamps the instrument was adjusted up.

If it is 2 mA this time, it can be inferred that there are five levels, and each level is increased by 1 mA.

But the cabinet was on top of her head, she couldn't see it.

How can I see it? This data cannot be fabricated, although no one will know the fabricated, even if the report is sent to Professor Zhang, it cannot come forward and say anything.

But news must be true. To be true, seeing is believing.

I don’t call my mother anymore. I don’t have a mother. Why should I call my mother? Jian Xiaoshan closed her eyes, tears welled up again, and in just a few seconds, she made a decision: accept the next electric shock, and turn her head to see how many milliamps it is after the electric shock.

At level five, what an incremental method is, she needs to know.

"If you have internet addiction, it's not your turn to take care of it." Jian Xiaodan shouted abruptly.

what! ! ! !

This time the heart-piercing shout, this time, there was only a second sound before, but no sound behind, and the simple voice broke directly.

Level 1 and Level 2 are completely different. If the first level is destructive, then the second level is life-threatening.

Buzzing, Jian Xiaodan only felt that her mind was blurred and bloody, her body was shaking violently on the bed, and her clothes were soaked.

Milliamps... milliamps... how many milliamps, how many milliamps is the second level?

Jian Xiao Dan screamed these two words frantically in her vague consciousness, and subconsciously turned her head and glanced.

Blurred sight, invisible.

Jian Xiaodan's pale face, the whites of his eyes are all red blood, and the appearance of childhood in an orphanage appears in front of him, under a big locust tree, children are playing.

Some parents brought their children to visit and condolences. Those children happily played around their parents, holding lollipops, holding small toys, and smiling so brilliantly.

"Son, look, how pitiful these younger siblings are? Do you know how to cherish?"

"Baby, look at what they are wearing, look at what you are wearing, oh, don't lose your toys, you kid, dad buy you another one."

How envious it is, what a sad visit and condolences.

Buzzing, Jian Xiaodan started to have tinnitus. The difference from the first clear consciousness is that this time, her consciousness began to blur.

Milliampere...milliampere...I want to see milliampere... Jian Xiaoshan turned his head again, but his vision was still blurred, only the instrument was blurred.

"Xiao Shan, do you have internet addiction?" Professor Zhang's voice came over again.

Jian Xiao Shan Muna nodded, she didn't have the courage to try again, she didn't have the strength to try again.

"Very well, answer the next question." Professor Zhang was obviously satisfied with the simple answer. He put down the electric shock iron in his hand, turned around and took a notebook and pen, ready to record.

"Tell me, the thing you longed for most in childhood." He asked.

There was a buzzing sound in his head. Professor Zhang's voice seemed to be far away, and it seemed to be very close. I don't know why, and he controlled his simple consciousness.

What is the most yearning thing? Jian Xiaoshan began to follow his question and remembered.

"Baby, come on, let's ride a horse on Dad's back." A middle-aged man carried his daughter to his neck, holding her little hand with both hands, and spinning around the locust tree.

"I am most yearning for a father who can run and ride a horse behind my back." Jian Xiaodan said weakly.

Professor Zhang quickly recorded it in the notebook. He must have had experience in making similar recordings. The writing speed was very fast, and the pen seemed to be specially made, and the writing was almost silent, keeping the treatment room absolutely quiet.

"The most regrettable thing?" Professor Zhang asked.

"There is no mom and dad, no running behind my back, no riding a horse, I really want my dad to ride a horse on my back, and a mother to feed me." Jian Xiaodan said weakly, tears breaking down the bank.

The appearance of the young father carrying the child around the locust tree appeared in his mind, the warm afternoon, the green shade, and the child's wanton and happy smile.

He has never been carried by his father. This is the biggest regret of Jian Xiaodan's life. So many years later, as long as Jian Xiaoshan saw a father carrying a child on the street, he would immediately turn his eyes away, full of envy, but couldn't bear to look.

When I look at it, I feel sad and want to cry.

Professor Zhang's brows wrinkled slightly. After a few seconds, he froze for a few seconds and took the information that Jian Xiaodan gave him from the cabinet and quickly flipped through it.

I remember correctly, her parents died in a car accident only in her junior high school. How could there be no parents? Professor Zhang thought, his eyes were very puzzled.

"I don't want to go to the orphanage, I don't want to go." Jian Xiaoshan muttered vaguely.

Professor Zhang's eyes became more and more suspicious, and he quickly recorded it and asked: "Tell me the most unhappy thing with my brother is the last time you were in the Internet cafe, he found you, did he slap you in public?"

This is a simple piece of information written in a high-cold tone. After being beaten by my brother in an Internet cafe, my relationship with my brother deteriorated.

"Huh?" Jian Xiaodan opened his eyes slightly, his eyes seemed much clearer.

"Answer me, what is the most unhappy thing about you and brother." Professor Zhang stopped his pen, approached Jian Xiaodan's head, and asked softly.

"Brother?" Jian Xiaodan shook his head with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Why, what's the problem?" Professor Zhang held the pen tightly, supported his glasses with the other hand, stood up, walked around Jian Xiaodan's side, and bent down.

Staring intently at Jian Xiaodan's face, he observed any trace of emotion on her face.

No trace of emotion on her face can escape the eyes of Professor Zhang, who has treated countless Internet addiction patients, including several reporters who wanted to make unannounced visits and were spotted as soon as they entered.

The information in hand turned to the page written in a simple form.

"I have a younger brother..." Jian Xiaodan opened his mouth and opened his dim eyes to look at Professor Zhang, and Professor Zhang leaned down more and more.

Before Jian Xiaodan's eyes, there was only Professor Zhang's face.

"Brother? Isn't it your brother?" Professor Zhang's nose showed a trace of sweat, and his eyes became cloudy.