Outright Favoritism Chapter 1002: : Qiaoqiao, I miss you

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Little Fourth Master?

He Qing cast his gaze sullenly, 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 chair on the other side and sat down.

This person, Li Yun, is a MECT therapist.

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

Li Yun chuckled indifferently, "You asked me to urge me to change career?"

He Chen has no expression on his face: "..."

"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. You don’t understand, but you can take it back and study it."

He Chen glanced at the plan and didn't open it. Turning the conversation, he asked: "How sure are you?"

"Under normal circumstances, more than 80%." Li Yun changed his previous joking posture and analyzed it quite 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 takes the initiative to request MECT intervention."

Li Yun nodded clearly, "That's good, if there is no problem, I am 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 people for me, we will not be finished."

Although he trusts Li Yun, he is equally 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 seat and closed his eyes, with an imperceptible hostility 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 cell phone with a cigarette in his mouth, saw the caller ID, and raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

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

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

"Why? Miss me?" He Chen raised his mouth slightly, lowered the car window and blew out his cigarette, his handsome and **** face melted like ice and snow.

Yin Mo gave a light cough and asked instead, "How about pretty?"

He Chen smiled angrily, "Which call would you like her to call?"

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

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

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

Toot toot——

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

His temples jumped up and down, 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.

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

"Got it." Li Qiao slowly unfastened her seat belt, put on her hat and mask, put on a white medical coat, pushed the door and got 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 entire hospital. It is a separate building and a separate gate. The management is very strict.

The patients living here are mostly mentally ill 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 Luo Yu'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.

Luo Yu said that Shang Yu chose the ward himself.

Li Qiao knew that it was her birthday.

The 312nd Ward, at the end of the corridor, can be easily found because there are people guarding the door.

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

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, showing loneliness and depression.

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

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

Not only did they never meet, they didn't even make a phone call.

Wait, there seems to be no end.

Today is New Year's Eve, but he sits alone in the ward and smokes. The treatment is not peaceful. After all, there are straps on the head and foot of the bed. These 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, "Hands away."

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. His broken hair was a little longer, covering his eyebrows and eyes, 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 dumb. Wait for me, why come by myself."

Li Qiao put his fingers in his hair, rubbed it lightly, 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 sharply.

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

He smoked a cigarette, which was not good for her and would 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 looked at each other. Li Qiao stepped forward and hugged his thin waist.

The man hugged her back cautiously, and kissed Li Qiao on the top of her head, "Qiao Qiao, I miss you..."