With Jing Huan's affirmation, Song Chujiu was relieved.

She sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at the ring on her ring finger.

She thought about it and said, "Last time, you told me that my body will recover as long as it is well recuperated?"

"Um."

"How long will it take."

“One year.”

Song Chujiu looked at the man's handsome and indifferent face, "Did you stop the medicine because you want a child? I have a year to recover, otherwise..."

Before Song Chujiu could finish his words, the man's face had faded.

He had guessed what she wanted to say.

"You still think I'm sick?"

This "still" easily reminds people of what happened four years ago.

"Aren't you having a headache all the time?"

"I said that these headaches are all old problems." Xiao Moqing's black eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and his handsome face was tense. "Why do you always think I'm sick?"

Song Chujiu held his hand, "I don't mean that."

The man's fingers are tall and noble, with clear knuckles, and they look particularly beautiful like handicrafts.

His ring finger was wearing a ring that was the same as hers, and the edges of the ring were shining, emitting a brilliant light under the sunlight.

Xiao Moqing did not shake her hand away, and her deep black eyes fell on Song Chujiu's face.

"I'm just scaring you?"

"No, I'm just worried about you."

But Xiao Moqing interrupted her and stared at her with a pressing look.

"If my 'illness' is cured and I don't care so much about you, do you have to cure my illness?"

Song Chujiu was stunned.

It turns out that he knows everything.

He knew more than she did.

...

At the same time, Wei Qianling looked at the information placed on the table and couldn't help but sigh.

Assistant Xiaotong is a girl in her early twenties. Seeing Wei Qianling sighing, Xiaotong couldn't help asking: "Doctor Wei, are you in any trouble?"

"Yes." Wei Qianling rubbed her painful eyebrows.

Xiaotong was extremely surprised. She had been working with Wei Qianling and knew Wei Qianling's excellence and professionalism.

Nothing can stump her in the case she took over.

"What is the problem that makes Dr. Wei sigh?"

Wei Qianling looked at the information on the table and murmured: "You said, how should I treat a patient with a high IQ mental illness?"

Xiaotong was stunned, "High IQ?"

"Yes, before I could speak to test, people could see my intentions. Even..." Wei Qianling sighed again, "I even knew my thoughts. Not only was it true, but it was also more perfect than I thought."

Xiaotong said in surprise: "No? Is there such a terrible mental patient? Oh my god, could it be the kind of perverted type of high-IQ crimes and mentally problematic patients who acted in TV?"

Wei Qianling pondered for a while, "Maybe more terrifying than high IQ crime."

Wei Qianling unconsciously remembered that Xiao Moqing called her over not long ago.

The man sat gracefully on the sofa and asked indifferently: "Have you thought of a treatment plan?"

Although Xiao Moqing was sitting and Wei Qianling was standing, the man's aura was still very strong and suffocating.

Wei Qianling had already discussed treatment plans with Jing Huan and Nanxi, but Xiao Moqing suddenly called him over, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.
Chapter completed!