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

Song Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his hand down to hold Jiang Qie's hand, and asked in a deep voice: "Aqie, Aqie! Relax, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jiang Qie's mind was filled with Lin Ning's boasting in her previous life, Zhou Qian's disgust, and the abuse from the people around her. These voices seemed to explode in her ears. Until then, Song Zhiyu's voice broke through all the unpleasant voices and brought her back to reality.

Jiang Qie barely woke up, and her empty eyes began to focus slowly. One of her hands grabbed the corner of Song Zhiyu's clothes at some point, and she held it so tightly that the corner of his clothes was wrinkled.

"Aqie!" Song Zhiyu held the girl's left hand tightly. Jiang Qie felt that besides her grandfather, there was someone else's palm that could be so warm. She felt a little greedy.

Slowly raising his head, Jiang Qie met Song Zhiyu's worried eyes. He seemed to be rarely so anxious, and his brows were furrowed. No matter in the last life or this life, he always made him frown.

Jiang Qie loosened his right hand that was holding the corner of his clothes, stretched out his slender white fingers and touched Song Zhiyu's eyebrows, a little stunned, "Don't frown, it doesn't look good."

Song Zhiyu held Jiang Qi's right hand again and held it tightly. Although the girl had recovered a little, Song Zhiyu was still very worried.

"Ah Qie, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Jiang Qie shook his head, but then nodded. The sudden attack brought about a strong recoil, and Jiang Qie felt very uncomfortable in his head. He pointed to his head and said, "My head is a little uncomfortable, but..."

Song Zhiyu could no longer hear what was said afterwards. He picked up the coat on the back of the chair and then picked up Jiang Qie's bag. After calling the waiter to pay the bill, he pulled Jiang Qie out.

Jiang Qie had not yet recovered from her headache. With her eyes closed, she listened to Song Zhiyu and Xie Xianqing talking on the phone. They were probably asking him about his current situation.

"Well, I'll go to the hospital now." After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiyu looked at Jiang Qie. What kind of pain was it that made him frown but didn't say a word. He pulled the blanket from the back seat and gently covered Jiang Qie with it. He closed the car window a little and drove at a moderate speed. However, the knuckles of his hands holding the steering wheel were white because of the force. Only he knew that when he saw Jiang Qie's appearance just now, he panicked.

When they arrived at the hospital, Song Zhiyu took Jiang Qie directly to find Xie Xianqing. But when they walked into the clinic, they found that the doctor who had treated Jiang Qie before was also there.

Xie Xianqing was also shocked when he saw Jiang Qie's pale face. No wonder Song Zhiyu sounded anxious when he called him just now.

"How could it be so serious? Sit down quickly. Doctor Wang is on duty tonight. I just came over to ask him about Jiang Qie's past condition."

Doctor Wang also walked over to Jiang Qie at this time, took a look, and looked at Song Zhiyu with a serious face, quite angry, "Are you her family member? Do you know that her condition has begun to get worse? As a family member, you have never accompanied the patient to see the doctor once."

Song Zhiyu didn't say anything in response to the doctor's reproach, but when he heard the doctor mention the seriousness of the illness, he clearly felt a sharp panic deep in his left chest.

"I'm sorry, doctor, can you tell me about her condition now?" The voice was gentle and low, but Xie Xianqing could hear a slight tremor. He looked at Song Zhiyu, the coat hanging on his arm, the rolled-up sleeves, the wrinkles at the corners of his clothes, the stains on his clothes, all of which revealed the man's anxiety and panic just now. Xie Xianqing sighed. He knew that his brother was really in trouble this time.

The doctor sat back in front of the computer and looked at Jiang Qie who was resting, with helplessness in his eyes. Finally, he pulled out Jiang Qie's previous medical records from the computer.

"Miss Jiang came more than a month ago. Her condition was not so serious at that time. But when she came the second time, her condition was much more serious. This is something I didn't expect. She suffered from insomnia, nightmares, and severe headaches. We examined her head, but there was nothing wrong. It can only be a psychological factor. I have talked to Miss Jiang about her situation more than once. I think she is very clear about her condition, but she is very reluctant to be hospitalized for treatment, so every time I only prescribe painkillers and sleeping pills. But this will not work in the long run. Taking too much of this kind of neuropathic painkiller is harmful to the human body. So my suggestion is to be hospitalized as soon as possible. Or go to North City, where the technology is more advanced and the facilities are more complete. Mr. Song, you are also a doctor, you should know that dragging this kind of mental illness on will not benefit the patient, and it may even make it worse."

The doctor's voice fell, and the consulting room was silent. Song Zhiyu listened to the doctor's words, his heart trembled slightly, and his jawline became tense. Xie Xianqing looked at Song Zhiyu. He knew that Song Zhiyu felt very uncomfortable at the moment, but Xie Xianqing knew that every word Dr. Wang said was right. As early as the last time he saw Jiang Qie for the first time, he knew that Jiang Qie had headaches and insomnia, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Xie Xianqing patted Song Zhiyu on the shoulder. Song Zhiyu closed his eyes, adjusted his mood, and said in a hoarse voice: "I understand, doctor, thank you. I will persuade her to receive treatment as soon as possible."

In the drip room, the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, her frowning brows relaxed because of the painkillers. The hand receiving the drip was very delicate and fragile, and her breathing was very light.

Song Zhiyu sat aside, holding Jiang Qie's hand gently. Because she was receiving an IV drip, her hand was a little cold, so he gently rubbed the back of the girl's hand. The sleeping Jiang Qie no longer had the willfulness that he had shown in Gu's house that day. He just lay there. Although he was so thin, he seemed to be much taller.

After rubbing for a while, Jiang Qi's hand began to warm up. Song Zhiyu pulled the quilt and walked out of the drip room quietly. Xie Xianqing saw Song Zhiyu coming out, walked over to him, looked inside, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I had an IV drip and now I'm asleep." Song Zhiyu sat on the bench outside the IV drip room, and the two of them were silent.

Song Zhiyu took out his cell phone and made a call, which was quickly answered.

"It's so rare that you, Young Master Song, would actually call me." A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I remember you know a famous psychiatrist. I need that doctor's contact information."

On the other end of the phone, the man who was trimming a potted plant paused with his scissors in his hand, then put down the scissors and walked out to the balcony. He asked with a complicated expression, "Psychologist? Lao Song, why do you want to see a psychologist? What happened?"

Song Zhiyu didn't want to talk more about Jiang Qie's situation, but he believed in this old friend. After explaining some of the situation to him, Song Zhiyu glanced at Jiang Qie on the bed, his lips straightened, with a hint of heartache in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Ci, I really need this psychologist, so please help me."