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

In the ward, Jiang Qie was sitting on the bed, and opposite her was a smartly dressed woman with a suitcase next to her.

The woman was also observing Jiang Qie. She was an extremely beautiful girl, so stunning that even she, a woman, couldn't help but praise her.

"Hello, Miss Jiang. I'm Qiu Qing."

Jiang Qie smiled faintly: "Hello, Doctor Qiu."

Calm and collected, she had made all kinds of preparations before she came, for the patient to be unreasonable, lose his temper, and refuse to meet her, but Jiang Qie's response to her was too calm. This kind of patient is the one that a psychologist is most afraid of meeting, and often the calmest one has the biggest problem.

Before coming here, she and Song Zhiyu had actually briefly learned about the girl's situation, but there were some things that would be more helpful for her analysis if she asked in person.

"The main reason I came here today is to talk to you first and get a brief understanding of your situation."

Jiang Qie didn't say anything. The other party's voice, tone, and attitude were all very appropriate. Even the questions he asked were asked carefully. Jiang Qie didn't know what Song Zhiyu had told her, but it was obvious that this step-by-step approach was suitable for her.

"I heard from Mr. Song that you are only in your third year of high school this year?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything you like to do?"

"Do the questions."

"I heard that you are very good at painting. Can I see your paintings some other time?"

"Thank you, sure."

"Feeling better today?"

"much better."

.........

"..." Xie Xianqing stood at the door and looked inside through the glass. Although he could not hear what they were saying clearly, he could see the state of the two people: one with curved eyebrows and the other with a blank expression. One kept asking something and the other seemed to only respond with a few words.

He turned to look at Song Zhiyu who was also standing beside him, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "This sister Jiang Qie doesn't seem to be cooperating. Looking at her mouth shape, she only utters one or two words each time. Old Song, is this Doctor Qiu okay?"

Song Zhiyu didn't say anything, he didn't know, but at least so far, Jiang Qie hadn't shown any impatience, and hadn't tried to run away, which meant that Dr. Qiu still had a chance. Today was just the first step, and if the first step was successful, then some subsequent treatments could be carried out better.

The two people in the ward were still asking and answering each other.

To be honest, Jiang Qie's answers were too brief. This also made Qiu Qing certain that Jiang Qie was indeed rejecting her, even though she appeared to be very polite, cooperative, and answered every question.

All the questions on the notebook have been asked, but Qiu Qing feels that her understanding of this girl is still superficial.

Qiu Qing closed the notebook and smiled bitterly. Now she was sure that Jiang Qie was the kind of person she was most afraid of meeting. She was very cautious and vigilant. She seemed calm on the surface, but no one could know what she was thinking.

"Let's stop here for today's questions. Miss Jiang, have a good rest. We'll see you next time."

"Doctor Qiu."

Jiang Qie didn't know why he called her. He just saw her about to leave and called out subconsciously. But when he saw the other party's inquiring eyes, Jiang Qie couldn't say anything.

Yes, what's the point of calling her? What's the point of seeing a psychiatrist? She knew the crux of her problem. She was reborn. All the pain now came from her past life. But she had already experienced it once. Even if it didn't happen in this life, she had experienced it all in her past life. The pain was real, the despair was real, and the love was real.

Should I tell others that I died once and came back to life? Should I tell Song Zhiyu that my grandfather would be murdered? Should I tell her that I was actually locked up in a mental hospital by Lin Ning? Anyone would think she was a psychopath.

Qiu Qing saw the girl lower her head and said nothing after calling her, so she smiled and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?"

"Doctor Qiu, do you think that someone who has died once can start over again? Start over like a normal person?"

Jiang Qie still asked what was in his heart. The girl's voice was not loud, but clear and cold, but the listener was stunned. What does it mean to have died once?

"Ms. Jiang, you..."

"It's okay, Dr. Qiu. Just think of it as a joke."

Qiu Qing walked out of the ward, and the two people outside the door hurried over.

"How is it?" Song Zhiyu asked.

Qiu Qing showed a professional smile and said, "The first step was successful, but..."

"but what?"

Qiu Qing looked back at the dazed girl in the ward, thought for a moment, and repeated what the girl had just said: "Ms. Jiang, have you ever experienced a serious illness or an accident before? Otherwise, you shouldn't say that you've died once."

Song Zhiyu frowned and lowered his head slightly, with an obscure look in his eyes. He had investigated Jiang Qie's past and found that he had no serious illnesses, and except for the last shoulder injury, he had never had any accidents. But how could he say such a thing?

"In my opinion, this may be a crucial point, to start over like a normal person. That means she had experienced something very painful, which made her unable to let go and even unable to start a new life."

Qiu Qing paused here, and seeing the undisguised worry and anxiety in the man's eyes, she finally said, "Mr. Song, to be honest, Miss Jiang's condition is more serious than I thought. The cure of mental illness is never a matter of one or two days, and her obsession is very deep. As the person she trusts the most, you are indispensable in the treatment process, so I hope you can do your best to accompany her every treatment."

Qiu Qing took out the notebook from her bag, tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Song Zhiyu. "Mr. Song, your name appeared the most frequently in the questions I asked just now. In addition, I also made a small game, asking her to write down what she most wants to do or the person she likes most in her subconscious mind. This little man should be you."

Song Zhiyu looked at the cartoon character on the paper. Although it was just a rough draft, Jiang Qie drew it very well and vividly. Even the hairstyle and expression made it clear that it was him at a glance.

Xie Xianqing came over silently, looked at the little man drawn on it and couldn't help laughing: "Really, I can tell it's you at first glance."

Song Zhiyu smiled lightly, but his heart still tightened when he thought about Qiu Qing's words.

"thank you, I know now."

"Talk to her more. But don't rush it, take your time."

Jiang Qie leaned on the bed. He hated seeing a doctor the most. He was so exhausted both physically and mentally, and he asked those extra questions.

"Are you tired?" When Song Zhiyu walked in, he saw the girl with her head down, wondering what she was thinking about. Then he thought of what Qiu Qing had just said, and felt a little uncomfortable.