Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

Song Zhishu didn't know the cause and effect, but he felt heavy in his heart after listening to the doctor's words. It would be a pity for anyone who cherishes talent to have such a young age and already be ill.

"Did you introduce Dr. Qiu to A Yu?" Song Zhishu knew that Dr. Qiu was Ji Shu's former psychiatrist. Song Zhiyu knew Dr. Qiu's contact information, so it was most likely that Jiang Ci introduced him.

Jiang Ci nodded. To be honest, he was willing to help because Song Zhiyu was his good brother. It was just a piece of cake. But after listening to the doctor's diagnosis today, he suddenly felt fortunate that he helped.

"When Ayu called me, he was like this too. He was scared and even a little panicked. Brother Song, I have never seen Ayu like this before."

Xie Xianqing sighed, looking at the man in front of him with his back to everyone, who was talking on the phone. "What you have seen is still not enough. You have not seen him in Yuncheng. That's what we call, a man who is madly in love with his beloved."

Song Zhiyu didn't know what everyone was talking about behind his back. He was only thinking about Jiang Qie's condition.

"Doctor Qiu, her condition has changed. We may need to move up our previous appointment time."

There was a female voice on the other end of the phone, an intellectual and gentle voice sounded from the receiver: "Mr. Song, you're welcome. I'm free during this period of time. I can set off for Yuncheng tomorrow." In fact, it was within Dr. Qiu's expectations for Jiang Qi's situation to change. In addition, Song Zhiyu's identity was special and he was introduced by Jiang Ci, so Qiu Qing cleared this period of time in advance.

"No need to go to Yuncheng, come directly to Beicheng. We are at Beicheng First Hospital."

Qiu Qing seemed stunned, but responded immediately: "Okay, but there is one thing I still want to say. You said before that the patient is somewhat resistant to medical staff, so Mr. Song had better comfort her before I arrive in North City."

Song Zhiyu understood that Jiang Qie's resistance to medical staff was precisely one of the reasons for her mental illness, so this mental illness must be cured and she must see a doctor.

"Okay, Mr. Song, I will be at North City Hospital on time tomorrow at noon."

In the ward, Ji Shu and the aunt from the hospital were guarding the bedside. Jiang Qie had never woken up since he fainted, except for frowning when he was on the IV drip, and then he seemed to fall into a deep sleep. But the doctor said this was normal.

This was the first time Ji Shu met Jiang Qie. She had only heard about him from others before, but now they finally met in person, and it was under such circumstances.

The girl's face was very pale. She lay on the hospital bed covered with a quilt. She was as thin as a paper man. She muttered from time to time with her brows slightly furrowed. It seemed that she was having a nightmare.

For some reason, Ji Shu always felt that Jiang Qie looked familiar, especially her eyebrows and eyes, which were very similar to the person in her memory. Although they were only 40% similar, Ji Shu still couldn't help but want to look at her.

"Brother...Grandpa...don't go..."

The girl's sudden struggle startled the two people next to her. It was as if she was in great pain and trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.

"Miss Jiang!"

Ji Shu noticed that the hand with the IV drip had started to recover blood because of the girl's intense struggle, so she didn't care about anything else and quickly hugged the girl on the bed. Seeing this, the aunt also hurried forward.

But the girl didn't seem to calm down. Instead, the sudden restraint made her struggle even harder.

Song Zhiyu and others heard the sound in the ward before they opened the door. Their pupils shrank and they rushed into the ward.

"Ah Qie!"

"mom!"

Seeing that Song Zhiyu had finally arrived, Ji Shu said loudly, "Ayu, come quickly, Miss Jiang seems to have had a nightmare."

Song Zhiyu hugged the girl without waiting for Ji Shu to speak, and they both half sat on the hospital bed. After all, the other party was a girl, and Song Zhiyu easily controlled the girl's hands, but she was still saying something incoherent and talking nonsense.

"Don't touch me... I'm not sick... Save me... Brother... Song Zhiyu... Why do you treat me like this... I'm not a bastard..."

The girl's voice was not loud, but everyone beside the bed heard it clearly. At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces changed, and they all looked at the two people on the bed.

Song Zhiyu clenched his arms, leaned on the girl's shoulders, and gently comforted her: "I'm here, Ah Qie, I'm here. Don't be afraid, Ah Qie, wake up, I'm here, calm down."

Song Zhiyu kept repeating these words, and slowly, Jiang Qie's hands stopped struggling, he stopped talking nonsense, and his brows slowly relaxed, as if he had really calmed down.

"Song Zhiyu..."

"I'm here, I'm here, Aqie, I'm here."

Jiang Qie didn't know where she was. She only felt darkness all around her. Suddenly, one person, two people, three people, people from her past, or people from her previous life, all appeared beside her. She didn't know why she had a nightmare again. She was clearly at home just now, and she was waiting for Song Zhiyu to come back for dinner.

Suddenly, the person in front of her rushed towards her with a ferocious face. Needles, corsets, stones, and sticks all attacked her. She wanted to fight back, but she felt that she had no strength in her body. At this moment, everything around her changed. In front of her was her dead grandfather on the hospital bed. The doctor's words were still echoing in her ears. Her grandfather was gone. Her only relative finally left her.

"Ah Qie."

"grandfather."

Jiang Qie grabbed the withered old man's hand, it was so real, as if he had really returned to the day when his grandfather passed away.

"Grandpa is worried about you..."

Hands drooping, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, unfinished instructions, endless reluctance to leave...

Jiang Qie opened his eyes, and he was obviously in great pain, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

"Grandpa, don't leave me."

"Ah Qie."

Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Qie suddenly raised his head and returned to the dark place.

"Ah Qie, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Song Zhiyu..."

"Aqie, calm down, Aqie."

In a trance, the coldness all over the body seemed to be dispelled by the warmth, and the faint scent of pine at the tip of the nose was like the first smell after the first snow, cool and reassuring.

"Aqie, please, wake up."

Jiang Qie finally calmed down, and everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief. Ji Shu smoothed her chest and looked at Jiang Qie's appearance, feeling distressed.

Song Zhiyu's hands were still tightly holding the girl. He had never been so eager to know what Jiang Qie had experienced, and how cruel and painful it was that made her fall into nightmares and even have psychological problems. Not only Song Zhiyu, but everyone present felt distressed. They could not empathize with her because they were born in Rome, with a happy family, a carefree life, and a happy childhood.

But Jiang Qie had an unhappy past, and even basic food and clothing were difficult to ensure.