Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The elevator door closed gently, and the cold metal reflected Li Hyuk's pessimistic expression.

The psychiatrist looked thoughtful, "Mrs. Fu is very determined. In fact, I have heard about her before. She is a very smart woman."

"Smart? Haha, as stupid as a pig."

Li He glared at the closed metal door and walked to Fu Haitang's office.

The doctor has always been sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as he stepped into his bedroom, he smelled the smell floating in the air.

The two rushed into the bathroom and looked in the corner of the bathroom to see a man curled up with his legs in his arms.

The height of nearly 190cm and the broad shoulders are shrinking infinitely under the incandescent light in the bathroom...

The two cuts on the forearm were still bleeding, dripping from the man's elbow to the ground, spreading, blooming, and passing away.

Fu Haitang is now so fragile that it seems like it will break if touched.

Li He's eyes were wet and he couldn't move. He couldn't say anything he wanted to curse. Is this still the aloof and arrogant man he knew?

Song Weiyu shouldn't have been allowed into the elevator just now. He wished he could call her back now and let her see with her own eyes what she had done!

Let her see her self-righteous calculation. Is it protecting this man or hurting him?

"What is the deep treatment you just mentioned?" Li He asked.

The psychiatrist looked solemn: "Hypnosis."

"Natural hypnosis is a method for severe psychological trauma. It is highly accurate, but also risky. He will not agree..."

Li He looked at the blood dripping on the ground, and he had to agree even if he didn't agree. Do you want to watch him torture himself to death step by step?

"What effect can be achieved?"

"It can make him gradually forget his feelings for his wife, and even make him forget this person."

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When Li He took Fu Haitang to the hospital for stitches, he passed Song Weiyu's car.

No one saw the other's car.

After all, in the vast sea of ​​people, who can always look back?

—

At Jingxi Hospital, Li He stitched up Fu Haitang. The two parallel sutures were not far apart. Like the relationship between some people, they looked close, but in reality they would never intersect.

Song Weiyu and Fu Haitang are not parallel lines.

What's even more tragic is that they are two intersecting straight lines. After meeting briefly, they went further and further away.

After the intense self-mutilation, Fu Haitang began to feel depressed, as if he was almost drowning, with a light and feeble feeling all over his body.

The lips were bloodless and paler than in the morning.

Li He: "If your wound is stained with water, it will become infected, so you have to stay in the hospital for infusion for the next two days."

Fu Haitang said nothing, his eyes floating in the void.

"That psychiatrist is very good. Many high-ranking officials have consulted him for psychological problems. You have been staying in the hospital for the past two days, and it is a good time for him to help you with in-depth treatment."

Deep healing?

Only then did Fu Haitang lift his eyes and look at him.

"You also know that your current situation cannot be controlled by just taking medicine, so psychological treatment must be arranged for you. Besides, you don't want to be tortured in such pain every day, right?"

That night, during the first treatment, Fu Haitang was not hypnotized.

The psychiatrist pushed up his glasses, feeling a little frustrated. "Dr. Fu, don't resist my treatment...you have to cooperate with me."

Fu Haitang leaned on the treatment chair.

His mood recovered a little, but he was a little impatient: "If you can't do it, change someone else."

The psychiatrist’s forehead twitched.

The first time someone said that he was not good at hypnosis, "Well, Mr. Fu, let's do it again. You drink a glass of warm water to relax first."

Watching him drink it, the psychiatrist smiled.

This water is prepared for patients who are too obsessed with their inner demons. It contains psychotropic drugs that can temporarily relax people.

This time, Fu Haitang closed his eyes.

The psychiatrist stood beside the treatment chair, watching the man's heart rate and brain waves displayed on the precision instruments next to him, and slowly guided him to face his inner demons.

The man was in pain. His fingers were intertwined and white marks were formed by pressing them, as if he was tortured on his fingers.

The psychiatrist adjusted the equipment according to his body fluctuations.

"It hurts so much, why not forget it?"

Soon, sweat broke out on Fu Haitang's forehead, and his handsome eyebrows were twisted together, struggling and tearing, as if some nightmare was fighting for this body.

It was as if hearing this sentence made him even more painful.

forget? Forgot her?

How is that different from death?

Watching the lines on the instrument gradually stabilize, the psychiatrist raised his eyebrows.

Almost everything I have learned throughout my life has been put into use, and it should be effective.

Fu Haitang opened his eyes and gave him a cold look: "Quack doctor."