Chapter 1002 Pretty, I Miss You

Chapter 1002 Pretty, I miss you

Little fourth master?

He Qing cast his eyes gloomyly, snorted contemptuously, and then walked past him.

He Chen sucked his cheeks, and squinted at the man strolling over, "Can you fucking be on time next time?"

"It's still two seconds away, so I'm not late." The other party seemed to have a cleanliness habit, and looked at the position He Qing had taken with disgust, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull the chair on the other side and sit down.

This person, Li Yun, is a MECT therapist.

He Chen folded the front of his coat, with an unfriendly expression on his face, "It's a pity you don't ring the bell."

Li Yun chuckled nonchalantly, "You called me here to urge me to change my career?"

He Chen expressionless: "..."

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

He Chen glanced at the plan, but didn't open it. He changed the subject and asked, "How sure are you?"

"Under normal circumstances, more than 80%." Li Yun changed his previous joking posture and analyzed professionally: "But I need to confirm the patient's cooperation, otherwise the effect will be halved."

He Chen closed his eyes, "He won't be uncooperative, it was he who took the initiative to ask for the MECT technique to intervene in the treatment."

Li Yun nodded knowingly, "That's good. If there's nothing wrong, I'm going to prepare and arrange a course of treatment for him in the next few days."

He Chen looked deeply at Li Yun, "If you get rid of him, we will never end."

Although he trusted Li Yun, he also had no idea.

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

Li Yun is regarded as a top expert in the field of MECT. He Chen once gave Li Qiao a business card, which belonged to Li Yun.

But his good siblings never contacted at all.

...

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

Back in the car, he leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, with an imperceptible hostility hidden between his brows and eyes.

He Qing, the He family...the ghosts really linger.

He Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket with some annoyance, and just as he brought it to the corner of his mouth to light it, the phone vibrated.

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

Surprised by surprise, He Chen picked up the phone, sneered and teased, "Did you discover your conscience?"

At the other end, there was a few seconds of silence, and then Yin Mo's flat voice came, "Are you still in Pama?"

"What? Missed me?" The corners of He Chen's mouth raised slightly, he lowered the car window and took a puff of smoke outside, his handsome and sexy face melted like ice and snow.

Yin Mo coughed lightly, and asked without answering, "Where's Qiaoqiao?"

He Chen laughed angrily, "Why do you want her to call me?"

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

He Chen licked his back molars, and interrupted her bluntly, "No, yes!"

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

beep beep——

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

His temples were throbbing, and he wished he could fly back to Nanyang and kill Yin Mo immediately.

Still fucking happy New Year's Eve, my mind is full of water.

...

At 7:30 p.m., the night is thick.

Li Qiao arrived at the downstairs of Parma Royal Hospital.

Luo Yu supported the steering wheel, looked sideways and said, "Ma'am, the independent psychiatric ward, three one two."

"Understood." Li Qiao slowly unfastened her seat belt, put on her hat and mask, put on a medical white coat, opened the door and got out of the car.

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

The psychiatric ward is located at the end of the entire hospital. It is an independent building with an independent gate. The management is very strict.

Most of the patients living here are mentally ill.

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

She vaguely recalled the scene she saw at the Nanyang Affiliated Hospital, the manic patient yelling, and the ward environment was very noisy...

Li Qiao shook her head and walked up the steps.

With Luo Yu's advance arrangements, she entered the inpatient building smoothly.

On the third floor, the elevator door opened, and the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet.

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

Luo Yu said that the ward was chosen by Shang Yu himself.

Li Qiao knew that it was her birthday.

Ward 312, at the end of the corridor, is easy to find because there are guards in front of the door.

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

Parma, only Shang Zonghai's confidants would call her Young Madam.

Li Qiao nodded, turned the doorknob and walked in.

The light in the ward was not bright, and there was a smell of smoke, even if the windows were wide open, the smell was still endless.

Shang Yu was sitting alone in the corner of the sofa near the window sill, wearing a hospital gown, with a flickering cigarette butt in his hand, showing loneliness and depression.

And the back of his hand was still pierced with retained needles, and the bedside table was full of medicine bottles of different sizes.

Li Qiao misses him very much. She hasn't seen him for many days, and her thoughts are like crazy.

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

Waiting seems to have no end.

Today was New Year's Eve, but he was sitting alone in the ward smoking. The treatment method would not be very peaceful. After all, there are straps hanging at the head and end of the bed, which are the props that manic patients only use when they have an attack.

Li Qiao's heart shrank into a ball. She walked over and stretched out her fingers to touch his face.

However, the man raised his head indifferently, his dark eyes were extremely sharp, "Take your hands away."

No one can touch him except Qiaoqiao.

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

The coldness in Shang Yu's eyes disappeared in an instant, and his broken hair was a little long, covering his eyebrows and eyes, making it softer for no reason.

He was short of breath, 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 shadows, he leaned forward and wrapped her waist, his pale handsome face was buried in her chest, his throat was extremely hoarse, "I didn't tell you to wait for me, Why did you come by yourself?"

Li Qiao inserted her fingers into his hair, stroked it lightly, and calmed his uneasiness with a soft voice, "Today is New Year's Eve, I want to spend it with you."

The man's Adam's apple kept rolling, and his chest heaved violently.

In an instant, he thought of something, got up and dragged Li Qiao to the door.

He smoked and was not good to her and would hurt her.

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

In the next ward, Shang Yu led Li Qiao into the room, the light dispelled the darkness, the two looked at each other, Li Qiao stepped forward and hugged his thin waist.

The man hugged her carefully, and kissed Li Qiao's head, "Qiaoqiao, I miss you..."

6000, asking for a monthly ticket.

Don’t guess when you see MECT treatment, there is no reason for amnesia, no car accident, no bloody reason, and the treatment is the main thing...