The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

Bo Zhanchen listened to the attending doctor's words, took a deep breath, and said with a helpless smile: "The Jing family back then was able to compete with the Bo family. If you want to hide the inside story, just one sentence is enough."

The attending doctor was silent.

After a long time, he looked at Bo Zhanchen and said with a solemn expression: "If Miss Jing was a party to that tragedy, there is indeed a possibility of suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. My suggestion is that it is best to carry out psychological intervention first. "

Bo Zhanchen turned the ring on his hand and frowned irritably, "But as far as I know, Jingran has forgotten those things back then, and her headache only appeared in the past few months. She had never had it before. experienced such symptoms.”

"Did anything happen during this period that could stimulate Ms. Jing's emotions? The specific manifestations of post-traumatic stress disorder vary from person to person, and the triggering conditions are random."

The attending doctor gave Bo Zhanchen a thorough science education and hesitated to speak while looking at Jingran who was still sleeping on the hospital bed.

After much hesitation, the attending doctor finally said, "If it's convenient for Mr. Bo, we can compile a document based on Miss Jing's recent onset time and specific circumstances. I can send it to my friend to look at and work out a specific solution."

Bo Zhanchen had no objection, but when the attending physician was about to leave, he stopped him.

He considered his words and said slowly: "Is there any way to completely solve Jingran's current symptoms without touching her memory?"

"Mr. Bo, your idea is a bit dangerous." The attending doctor looked at Bo Zhanchen unceremoniously. "There is indeed such a technology that can affect people's memory through specific electric shock therapy, but it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

The attending doctor's voice became colder, and he took off his mask, revealing a face worthy of a celebrity.

"And after such treatment, the patient himself is very likely to develop emotional disorders, and in severe cases may even engage in self-mutilation. I believe Mr. Bo is unwilling to harm Miss Jing. After all, you have experienced such an experience, haven't you?"

"Zhou Zhe, you insist on picking up which pot, right?" Bo Zhanchen changed his unfamiliar tone, looked at the person in front of him, and his face darkened.

"Mr. Bo, if you forget a bad experience, just forget it. There is no reason to remind the victim. You probably don't want the tragedy to happen again."

Zhou Zhe did not deliberately lower his voice. He walked step by step to Bo Zhanchen and gritted his teeth and said, "I promised you to return to China to find out the truth about that matter, not to watch you seek death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhe glanced at the camera in the corridor and put his mask back on. The moment his face was blocked, he turned back into the gentle attending doctor, and even his eyes softened.

It was as if the murderous intent that flashed through his eyes just now was an illusion.

Bo Zhanchen looked at the man's change of expression, moved his sore shoulders, and smiled to himself, "Just pretend you haven't heard what I just said."

Zhou Zhe glanced at him and said, "You haven't come for a follow-up check during this time? Are the medicines prescribed to you before still enough?"

Bo Zhanchen said nothing, and stretched out his hand to push open the ward door.

Zhou Zhe noticed his escape in just a moment. He grabbed the door handle and lowered his voice: "Bo Zhanchen, are you crazy?! Don't you know the consequences of stopping the medicine? You also want to..."

"Having Jingran by my side is more effective than any medicine." Bo Zhanchen's eyes were like hooks, falling on Jingran in the ward.

Then, he tilted his head and smiled meaningfully: "And didn't you say it before? It's a combination of medicine and poison. Jingran and I are about to get engaged, and we don't want to die young."

Zhou Zhe just stared at Bo Zhanchen. After a while, he loosened his grip on the doorknob in frustration.

"You are right no matter what, but don't blame me for not reminding you. If Jingran really knew the truth about that incident, she would probably..."

"The truth is the truth. If Jingran doesn't want to know, I won't force her." Bo Zhanchen waved away Zhou Zhe's hand and pushed the door open.

Jingran was still asleep on the hospital bed, and her porcelain doll-like skin was a bit abnormally pale.

"Why do you frown even when you sleep?" Bo Zhanchen stretched out his fingertips and rubbed Jingran's eyebrows, as if he wanted to rub out the troubles in her heart.

"Don't keep everything to yourself, you still have me..."

Perhaps because she heard Bo Zhanchen's whispers, Jingran's originally frowning eyebrows relaxed little by little, and it didn't take long before she fell asleep peacefully.

Her hands unconsciously pulled out Bo Zhanchen's cuffs.

In the evening of that day, Jing Ran opened her eyes from the hospital bed while feeling sore all over her body. The first thing she saw was someone's enlarged face.

Jingran thought that she had long been accustomed to having Bo Zhanchen by her side, but her body's reaction was still faster than her brain's.

Without even thinking, she kicked the man on the knee and kicked him off the hospital bed.

There was a plop, followed by a tearing sound.

Jingran looked dumbfounded at the half sleeve she was holding in her hand.

Bo Zhanchen fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his head that hurt from the fall and looked at Jingran sadly.

"Ran Ran, you really have no conscience."

Only then did Jingran realize that she was still holding Bo Zhanchen's sleeve in her hand.

Bo Zhanchen, who always pays attention to his image, had his left sleeve pulled off. The moment he stood up, there was a black tattoo on the inside of his arm. The regular rectangular shape looked like he was deliberately covering up the previous failure.

Jingran stared at the tattoo in fascination. In a daze, she thought of the kidnapper who was shot dead on the spot in the hospital.

The same position, but the tattoo on Bo Zhanchen's arm is much wider than that man's.

Bo Zhanchen also noticed Jingran's gaze. He glanced at the sleeve still held in her hand and smiled coldly. "What? Finally found out that he bit Lu Dongbin?"

Jingran came back to her senses instantly and threw the sleeve directly in the man's face, "Who are you calling a dog? Wear less clothes of poor quality next time, it won't be embarrassing."

"Who is so sleepy that you hold on to my sleeve and don't let go? You didn't learn this skill from Bo Jiamu, did you?"

Bo Zhanchen crossed his hands on his chest, looked at the angry Jingran with interest, and suddenly stretched out his hand to test the temperature on her forehead.

"Fortunately, the fever has subsided, otherwise I would have suspected that you had a high fever and went crazy."

Jingran looked at Bo Zhanchen doubtfully, "Didn't I just have a headache before?"

Bo Zhanchen explained: "You have already fainted from the pain. Not long after arriving at the hospital, your fever has not gone away. Zhou Zheren was so frightened that there was something wrong with his technique."