Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 272 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 35

Like a big dog that only cares about its owner, it seems that as long as Qingwan goes over and touches his head again, he will start wagging his tail like crazy.

The smile that flashed across Qing Wan's eyes was caught by Song Jingheng, and the latter's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. All his dark thoughts were hidden away, and his face pretended to be even more pitiful.

His eyes were red. He stood up and hugged Qing Wan aggrievedly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rubbed it. He called out in a muffled voice: "Baby..."

"Have you been here all night?"

"Yeah." He responded hoarsely and added softly, "I'm sorry."

Qing Wan half closed her eyes, her eyes were filled with indifference, she reached out and patted his back, urging him, "Go wash up and pack up, we'll go see the doctor after breakfast."

Naturally, a psychologist would be of no help in solving Song Jingheng's problem. Qing Wan knew very well that things that were engraved in one's nature could not be removed even by digging out bones and drawing blood.

She was so diligent about this matter just because she wanted to give Zhuang He and the others a chance.

She knew that during this period of time, Lu Jinan and Zhuang He had been keeping a close eye on this place, trying their best to let her know Song Jingheng's true face.

But Qing Wan was busy drawing and running the account, and Tan Yu hadn't started to close the call yet, so there was no need for her to go out.

Things are different now. It’s time for Zhuang He and others to take action.

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When Qing Wan and the others arrived at the hospital, 001 reminded her in her mind: [Zhuang He has received the news.]

Qing Wan lowered her eyes and responded to him in her heart, but showed no expression on her face. She took Song Jingheng's hand and walked towards the fifth floor of the hospital.

With Song Jingheng's status, he could have arranged an appointment with a doctor at home for a consultation, but the original family doctor was on a business trip and couldn't come back, so he arranged a consultation with his teacher for them.

Wu Yu, one of the most authoritative psychology experts in the Federation, fits Qing Wan's imagination of this type of doctor when they meet.

He is gentle, polite, handsome, and exudes tenderness from the inside out.

He looked to be no more than thirty-four or thirty-five years old, which was a little beyond Qing Wan's expectations.

"Hello, I'm Wu Yu."

He smiled faintly and extended his right hand kindly and politely. Before Qingwan could shake it, Song Jingheng beside her suddenly reached out and shook Wu Yu's hand back. After shaking it politely, he quickly let go as if he had touched something dirty.

"Hello."

His voice was cold and his temperament was indifferent, but his long eyes were filled with strong hostility, like a ferocious beast staring at any possible invader.

The words "Who is the patient?" that were stuck in Wu Yu's throat turned into "Sit inside."

From the time Song Jingheng first left the house until now when he was sitting in the consultation room, his body had been tense, he was even a little paranoid, and he had never let go of Qingwan's hand.

Wu Yu secretly observed all this, and when the door was closed, he asked directly, "Does Mr. Song have a serious anxiety disorder?"

"No." Song Jingheng refused outright. He was extremely anxious and wanted to deal with the person quickly and take Qing Wan home immediately.

It's so dirty outside.

The looks those people cast on Qing Wan were greedy and sticky, disgusting to the extreme!

So dirty!!! Really so dirty!!!

Song Jingheng's fingertips were pinching his palms unconsciously, and he didn't know when he got it broken. He just felt insecure and kept getting closer to Qing Wan.

Seeing him like this, Qing Wan beside him had to explain for him.

"He probably didn't have these symptoms before, but after I got together with him, his condition became very bad, and his control was abnormally strong."

Wu Yu was amazed when he saw Qing Wan almost being embraced by Song Jingheng, but he still maintained the professional qualities of a psychologist on his face.

"Can you be more specific? I need to know more to confirm Mr. Song's condition."

Seeing that Qing Wan's eyes were completely away from him, Song Jingheng's breathing tightened slightly. He pretended to take an orange from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, half coquettishly and half begging, "Help me peel it."

Qing Wan looked at the orange in her hand and knew that Song Jingheng was trying to divert her attention. She did not expose him and helped him peel the orange as he wished.

Seeing this, Song Jingheng smiled dotingly, leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips before looking up at Wu Yu and saying, "I don't know if this is considered a mental illness."

"I always wanted to know what she was doing, who she was talking to, if she was in danger, or if she was feeling unwell, because I was worried that I would lose her due to any negligence on my part."

Wu Yu nodded, and wrote something on the paper with the tip of the pen. Then he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked up and asked Song Jingheng.

“Have you ever tried to take control?”

"Tried."

"What does that feel like?"

Song Jingheng paused for a moment, glanced at Qingwan who was helping him peel oranges, and quietly pulled the corner of her clothes tightly, responding with a hoarse voice.

"…It's like thousands of needles are running rampant in my brain, my heart is so tight that it hurts, my breathing is rapid but I can't catch my breath, my mind is in a mess, and someone is always talking."

"Uh-huh."

Wu Yu nodded again, closed the pen cap, and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Song, your symptoms are initially diagnosed as severe separation anxiety disorder. Now I need to determine the specific time you can endure so that I can arrange appropriate treatment steps for you. Do you think it's okay?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Jingheng frowned slightly, "How do you want to be sure?"

Wu Yu pointed to the door with the tip of his pen and explained, "Just let your wife wait outside the door for a while to test your specific reaction and how long you can endure, okay?"

Song Jingheng was about to refuse without thinking, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Qing Wan stuffed two orange slices into his mouth, blocking his words.

"can."

She agreed, and Song Jingheng wanted to pretend to be pitiful and use the same old trick to fool him, but Qing Wan seemed to be determined to correct his morbid mentality this time, and directly forced him to stay in there for no less than half an hour.

As a bystander, Wu Yu smiled from beginning to end, his eyes never wandered away for a moment, and he restrained himself from even glancing at Qing Wan.

But it was unexpectedly difficult.

That girl seemed to be born to be stared at passionately.

Wu Yu seemed to be thinking about something in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He tried to draw Song Jingheng's attention elsewhere while secretly observing his reaction.

Just as he expected, less than ten minutes later, Song Jingheng could no longer sit still.