Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Song Siming glared at Huangfurong and took Chen Wanli straight to the elevator to the sixth floor.

"When Jiaojiao got this disease, it seemed like nothing at first, but then she became less and less interested in seeing people, her mood swings became more and more severe, and later she committed suicide!"

"In addition to depression, psychiatrists say there is also bipolar disorder!"

Song Siming briefly explained Song Jiaojiao's situation to Chen Wanli in the elevator.

Chen Wanli nodded to indicate that he understood.

When they arrived at the door of Song Jiaojiao's room, another cold voice came from inside: "Doctor Chen, just come in, you can stay outside!"

Song Siming smiled bitterly and cupped his hands towards Chen Wanli.

Chen Wanli nodded, opened the door and walked in.

Song Jiaojiao was sitting on the bay window sill, with her back to Chen Wanli and her slender body leaning against the wall.

She was a great beauty, but her beautiful face was bloodless at this moment, with a heart-wrenching paleness.

She looked out the window, but her eyes were blank.

The wind outside the window made her hair fly, but she didn't have any vitality that she should have at this age.

After entering the door, Song Jiaojiao remained silent, as if she had forgotten Chen Wanli's existence.

"Let's do acupuncture first!" Chen Wanli took out the acupuncture needle prepared by Song Siming.

Song Jiaojiao turned around and glanced at Chen Wanli. What kind of look did he see in his eyes? They were desperate and depressed, without any desire for life.

"No need! Just stay in the room for a while and then go out! My father will give you the consultation fee!"

Chen Wanli snorted: "So you don't believe me?"

Song Jiaojiao looked at Chen Wanli as if he were a fool: "Chinese medicine treats depression? My father is seriously ill and needs medical treatment. You want to make some money, that's all! There's no need to act here, and I won't act with you."

"I saved you in the hospital!"

"I know!"

"You should at least say thank you!"

"Oh, thanks!"

Chen Wanli frowned. Song Jiaojiao's reaction was too cold and she had almost no will to survive.

"So now you just want death to be free?"

Song Jiaojiao glanced at Chen Wanli mockingly. She had done a lot of therapy sessions with psychiatrists!

She neither wants to chat with Chen Wanli, nor does she believe that chat therapy can have any miraculous effects! What's more, it's a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Chen Wanli walked to the window and smiled: "It's not easy to die, let me help you!"

"???"

Song Jiaojiao looked at Chen Wanli in surprise.

"Your dad definitely didn't tell you that before yesterday, I was still mentally ill!" Chen Wanli said.

"???" Song Jiaojiao frowned slightly as she watched Chen Wanli push open the window.

"If you want to die, just jump off!" Chen Wanli pointed to the window.

"So you also think depression is pretentious? Is it squeamishness? Is it because you can't think straight?" Song Jiaojiao looked at Chen Wanli.

Depression caused her to suffer unbearable physical pain, and she was even more devastated mentally!

The outside world only thinks that depression is pessimism and world-weariness, but they don't know that they also suffer from severe physical pain.

Countless times, she suffered from unbearable pain all over her body late at night and was unable to sleep, causing insomnia throughout the night.

Even sleeping pills couldn't make her sleep for a short while. She was pessimistic and world-weary, feeling that everything in the world was meaningless and that she had no curiosity about anything in the world.

This kind of pathology is unimaginable to normal people.

Chen Wanli shook his head: "I want to treat you, but you just want to die!"

"In that case, let's die first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wanli suddenly hugged Song Jiaojiao and jumped out of the window.

"..."

Song Jiaojiao's mind went blank. Did her father invite a killer or a doctor?

This is the sixth floor. If you fall, you will most likely die if you fall, and the remaining 0.001 will result in high paraplegia.

The wind is whistling in my ears, and my body is falling freely.

The man's hand on her waist was tightly holding her waist, but it didn't matter!

At this moment, the word "liberation" flashed in Song Jiaojiao's mind, and the instinctive will to survive flashed through her mind.

It's too late!

everything is over!

However, just as she closed her eyes and waited for the end of her life, she felt her body shudder.

I opened my eyes and saw an incredible scene.

Chen Wanli held her waist with one hand and grabbed the edge of the balcony on the second floor with the other.

"..." Song Jiaojiao was so surprised that she opened her mouth slightly and couldn't close it for a while.

"I've died again. Can I go up for acupuncture?" Chen Wanli asked with a smile.

Song Jiaojiao's mind went blank and she nodded blankly.

"Hold me!" Chen Wanli said.

Song Jiaojiao turned around blankly and hugged Chen Wanli's neck. The two were close to each other. She could even feel Chen Wanli's hot breath, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

After only a brief pause, Chen Wanli held her with one hand, pulled her hard with the other, and jumped in from the balcony on the second floor with her.

Returning to the room, Song Jiaojiao looked at the handsome and crazy guy in front of her.

For the first time, it felt like curiosity had returned to my body. This man was so curious!

"Are you sure acupuncture will be useful?" Song Jiaojiao asked.

Chen Wanli shrugged and just motioned for Song Jiaojiao to lie down: "I think maybe I can let you have a good sleep first!"

Song Jiaojiao couldn't believe it, but somehow she still followed Chen Wanli's instructions and lay down on the bed.

Chen Wanli's acupuncture skills are very good, and there is no pain when the needles are dropped.

His hands were warm and dry...

When the third needle fell, Song Jiaojiao's eyelids drooped heavily.

Sixteen needles were all placed on the liver meridian, and Song Jiaojiao fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Huangfurong's voice came from outside the room.

"Dr. Qiao Si, my daughter's illness depends entirely on you!"

"Don't worry, I will have a good talk with Miss Song before formulating the next treatment plan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the room was pushed open.

Huangfurong walked in with a blond and blue-eyed foreigner in his thirties.

After entering the door, Huangfurong immediately called Song Jiaojiao softly.

Song Jiaojiao was lying on the bed without any response.

Huangfurong's face changed drastically, and he said to Chen Wanli with an angry look on his face: "What did you do to my daughter?"

Qiao Si immediately stepped forward to check on Song Jiaojiao's condition. When he saw the acupuncture needles on Song Jiaojiao's body, he immediately made an exaggerated expression of surprise:

"Acupuncture?"

Chen Wanli ignored him and calmly said to Huangfurong: "Song Jiaojiao is just asleep! It's best not to disturb her and let her have a good sleep first!"

Qiao Si pushed Song Jiaojiao and saw that she had no reaction at all: "Did you give Miss Song a sedative?"

Huangfurong called Song Jiaojiao's name repeatedly, but when he saw that his daughter had no response at all, he suddenly became anxious.

Song Siming, who came from behind, was also stunned.