Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1002 Qiaoqiao, I miss you

  Little Fourth Master?

  He Qing cast his gaze with a sullen expression, snorted contemptuously, and then passed by.

  He Chen licked his cheeks and squinted at the walking man, "Can you **** be punctual next time?"

   "It's still two seconds away. I'm not late." The other party seemed to be obsessed with cleanliness. He looked at the position He Qing had done with disgust, then pulled the other chair away and sat down.

  This person, Li Yun, MECT therapist.

  He Chen closes the front of his jacket, his face is unkind, "It's a pity that you won't ring the bell."

   Li Yun chuckles dismissively, "You asked me to come here specifically to urge me to change my career?"

  He Chen expressionlessly: "..."

"Okay, it's serious." Li Yun put the briefcase in his hand on the table, took out some documents from it and pushed it in front of He Chen, "This is the treatment plan I have compiled. I guess you won't see it. I understand, but you can take it back and study it."

  He Chen glanced at the plan, but did not open it. After a turn of the conversation, he asked: "How sure are you?"

   "Under normal circumstances, more than 80%." Li Yun changed his previous joke posture and analyzed it professionally: "But I need to determine the patient's degree of cooperation, otherwise the effect will be reduced by half."

  He Chen closed his eyes and said, “He will not fail to cooperate. It is he who voluntarily asks for interventional treatment with the MECT technique.”

  Li Yun nodded succinctly, “That’s good, if there are no problems, I’m going to prepare, and I will arrange treatment for him in the next few days.”

  He Chen looked at Li Yun deeply, "If you abolish someone for me, we will not be finished."

  Although he trusted Li Yun, he was also heartbroken.

  The international clinical experience of using MECT to treat mental illness is very rich and mature, but it is related to neuromedicine, which is invisible and intangible, and risks and cures coexist.

  Li Yun is considered a top expert in the field of MECT. He Chen once gave Li Qiao a business card, which is Li Yun’s.

  But his good siblings have never contacted.

  ……

   Twenty minutes later, He Chen left the cafe with a treatment plan he couldn't understand.

  Returning to the car, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, with an imperceptible anger hidden between his eyebrows.

  He Qing, He family...It's really **** lingering.

  He Chen took a cigarette out of his pocket with some boredom, and just sent it to the corner of his mouth to light it, when the phone vibrated.

  He took out his mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth, saw the caller ID, and raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

   Surprised to surprise, He Chen answered the phone, sneered and teased, "Did you discover it by your conscience?"

On the    side, there was silence for a few seconds, and then Yin Mo came out in a flat voice, "Are you still in Parma?"

   "What? Miss me?" He Chen's mouth raised slightly, and he lowered the car window and blew out smoke, his handsome and **** face melted like ice and snow.

  Yin Mo gave a light cough and asked instead, "Where’s pretty?"

  He Chen smiled angrily, "What do you want her to call me?"

   "Qiao Qiao didn't answer the phone, can you..."

  He Chen licked her posterior molars and interrupted her harshly, "No, yes!"

   "Oh." Yin Mo sighed sadly, "Then... I won't bother you, happy New Year's Eve."

  Deep toot——

  The phone was disconnected, but He Chen couldn't be happy anyhow.

  His temple jumped suddenly, and he wanted to fly back to Nanyang to kill Yin Mo.

  Fucking Happy New Year's Eve, my mind is full of water.

  ……

   At 7:30 in the evening, the night is thick.

  Li Qiao arrived at the downstairs of Parma Royal Hospital.

  Luoyu held the steering wheel, and said sideways: "Madam, independent ward of psychiatric department, 312."

   "I see." Li Qiao slowly unfastened his seat belt, put on a hat and mask, put on a white medical coat, and pushed the door to get out of the car.

  Luo Yu wanted to go with her, but Li Qiao refused and said she was in the way.

  The psychiatric ward is located at the back of the whole hospital. It is an independent building and an independent gate. The management is very strict.

  The patients living here are mostly mental patients.

  Li Qiao saw the layout in front of the building, her eyes dimmed a lot.

   She faintly recalled the scene she saw at the Nanyang Affiliated Hospital. The manic patient yelled and the ward environment was very noisy and noisy...

  Li Qiao shook her head and strolled up the steps.

  With Luoyu's advance arrangement, she entered the inpatient building smoothly.

  On the third floor, the elevator doors are open, and the surroundings are surprisingly quiet.

  This building is more than ten storeys high. According to common sense, the senior ward should be set up on the upper floors.

  Luoyu said that Shang Yu chose the ward himself.

  Li Qiao knew that it was her birthday.

Ward    312, at the end of the corridor, it is easy to find because there is someone guarding the door.

  Li Qiao walked slowly to the vicinity of the ward. When the two bodyguards saw her, they nodded respectfully, "Madam Shao."

  Pama, only Shang Zonghai’s confidant would call her the young lady.

  Li Qiao nodded, unscrew the doorknob, and walked inside.

  The light in the ward is not bright, and there is a smell of smoke, even if the windows are wide open, it is still strong.

  Shang Yu sat alone in the corner of the sofa near the window sill, wearing a hospital gown, with a clear cigarette **** in his hand, revealing loneliness and depression.

  The back of his hand is still stuck with a retained needle, and the bedside table is full of medicine bottles of different sizes.

  Li Qiao missed him very much, but she hadn't seen him for many days, thinking like crazy.

  Not only did they never meet, they never even called.

  Waiting, there seems to be no end.

  Today is New Year's Eve, but he sits in the ward alone and smokes. The treatment is not peaceful. After all, there are bandages on the head and foot of the bed, which are props only used by manic patients when they are sick.

  Li Qiao’s heart shrank into a ball at once, she walked over and put her fingers out to touch his face.

  However, the man raised his head indifferently, his dark eyes were extremely sharp, "Remove your hand."

  No one can touch him except Qiaoqiao.

  The fawn eyes that Li Qiao exposed outside the mask made a far-fetched smile, "It's me."

  The bitterness in Shang Yu's eyes disappeared in an instant, and his broken hair was a little longer, covering his eyebrows and eyebrows, and his whiteness was a little softer.

  He breathed slightly, raised his hand with the retained needle, and took off her mask.

Until Li Qiao’s entire face came into view, the man’s eyes were full of dark shadows, and he leaned forward and encircled her waist. The pale handsome face was buried in her chest, and her throat was extremely hoarse, “I’m not asking you to wait for me, Why did you come by yourself."

  Li Qiao’s fingers inserted into his hair, gently rubbed, and softly resolved his anxiety, “Today is New Year’s Eve, I want to spend time with you.”

  The man's Adam's apple keeps rolling, and his chest rises and falls violently.

  In a flash, he thought of something, got up and took Li Qiao to the door.

  He smoked, which is not good for her and will hurt her.

  The man's footsteps seemed steady, but Li Qiao still keenly observed his slightly swaying body.

  In the next ward, Shang Yu led Li Qiao into the room. The light dissipated the darkness. The two of them faced each other. Li Qiao stepped forward and hugged his thin waist.

  The man hugged her back cautiously, and kissed Li Qiao’s head one after another, "Qiao Qiao, I miss you..."

  　6000, ask for monthly ticket.

  　　 Don’t guess when you see MECT treatment, there is no amnesia, no car accident, no dog’s blood, the main treatment is...

  (End of this chapter)