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

It was also the first time that Jiang Ci saw Song Zhiyu begging for help. After all, they were old friends for many years, so he felt a little sorry for him and smiled: "This is the first time you are so polite to me, Old Song. I will send you Dr. Qiu's contact information later. I will also say hello to her. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

When Xie Xianqing saw Song Zhiyu hung up the phone, he walked over and asked, "Is it Jiang Ci?"

"Well, ask him to help contact a psychiatrist."

After hearing what Song Zhiyu said, Xie Xianqing also remembered that Jiang Ci's mother suffered from depression for some reasons and later recovered after seeing a psychologist for a long time.

On the hospital bed, Jiang Qie slowly opened her eyes and felt a little stinging on the back of her hand. She looked around and saw that it should be the hospital. She remembered that she was eating just now, and then she suddenly had a headache, and then... she didn't remember much.

Eat?! Song Zhiyu! Jiang Qie just wanted to sit up but he was still a little dizzy and his body was unstable, so he bumped into the bracket of the drip next to him. Song Zhiyu, who was outside the door, heard the noise and hurried into the room. Jiang Qie looked at the two of them and said softly: "I accidentally bumped into it. I'm sorry."

Song Zhiyu leaned the pillow against Jiang Qie's back, moved the support, and looked at the girl. Her complexion had improved a lot, but she was still a little weak. She looked up at the drip, which was still half full, and said softly, "It's okay. Is your head better? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Qie came to the hospital after having only eaten a few bites of dinner. He didn't eat anything for lunch, and only had a few bites of dinner. Now that he was awake, he felt hungry. He touched his stomach, nodded, and said softly, "Much better, I'm hungry." As he spoke, he raised his head and blinked. Because he had just woken up, his voice was a little muffled and soft.

Song Zhiyu touched Jiang Qie's head and said slowly, "I've asked Xie Xianqing to buy some porridge. Eat some later." He lowered his head again, paused for a moment, and said carefully, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Qie paused and looked at Song Zhiyu. It was clearly him who messed up the dinner, but he was apologizing.

Jiang Qie imitated Song Zhiyu, patted his head gently, and whispered: "Brother Zhiyu, you don't have to apologize, it's not your fault."

Feeling the force of the tap on his head, Song Zhiyu felt that he was alive again. Thinking back to Jiang Qie just now, lying there quietly, as if he would disappear at any time, he felt a moment of fear. He sighed and whispered, "Aqie, don't scare me like this in the future. I will be scared."

A low and gentle voice fell into Jiang Qie's ears. Looking at the man in front of him with his head lowered, Jiang Qie didn't know why, but seeing such a strong man bowing his head in front of him and saying that he was afraid, Jiang Qie felt numb in his heart. This feeling spread to his limbs, and even his fingers felt numb. In the end, he obediently agreed.

After buying the porridge, Xie Xianqing returned to the IV room and saw Jiang Qie and Song Zhiyu chatting. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his previous nonchalant tone and said, "Sister Jiang Qie, you are finally awake. If you don't wake up, we Old Song will call the dean."

Song Zhiyu took the porridge, smiled slightly, and opened the box without paying any attention to Xie Xianqing. Jiang Qie looked at the porridge in his hand, moved her nose and sniffed it, the smell was very fragrant, and just as she was about to get out of bed, Song Zhiyu had already brought the spoon to her mouth.

Jiang Qie paused, not knowing whether to move or not. He looked up at Song Zhiyu, then at Xie Xianqing standing aside, feeling somewhat helpless. "Actually, I can eat by myself."

Song Zhiyu knew that the girl was shy, so he lowered his eyes and smiled, but he still didn't give the spoon to the girl. Instead, he glanced at Xie Xianqing beside her, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "Get out of here quickly."

Xie Xianqing naturally saw the meaning in Song Zhiyu's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and smiled with a hint of teasing, "Since Sister Jiang Qie is fine, I will go back first and have a good rest." After saying that, he turned around, waved his hand and left.

"Eat."

Seeing that Song Zhiyu insisted on feeding him, Jiang Qie had no choice but to accept the feeding.

Jiang Qie was the only patient in the IV room, so it was very quiet, with only the sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the bowl and the two people's gentle breathing.

After finishing the last bite, Jiang Qie rubbed his stomach. He had finished the whole bowl of porridge without realizing it. Song Zhiyu put away the bowl and spoon, and took a piece of paper to wipe the corner of Jiang Qie's mouth.

After finishing the porridge, they didn't know what to do. They looked at each other in silence. Suddenly, Jiang Qi's cell phone rang. It was Liang Wanqing calling.

"teacher."

"Ah Qie, aren't you home?"

"Ah, yes, I went out to eat with my friends." Jiang Qie looked up at Song Zhiyu and said softly, "Well, we are really friends. I had a good meal."

Liang Wanqing didn't think there was anything wrong with Jiang Qie's voice, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just said go home early and hung up the phone.

Song Zhiyu put the peeled orange into Jiang Qie's hand and wiped his hands with a tissue. It was a small orange, quite cute. Jiang Qie touched it with his hand and put a slice into his mouth. It was quite sweet. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and explained softly: "It was my teacher just now, the teacher who taught me to paint, and also an elder who was very kind to me."

Song Zhiyu smiled but didn't answer. He rubbed her head and said in a pleasant tone, "Well, I understand."

Jiang Qie didn't know why Song Zhiyu liked to touch her head so much, but she didn't mind, so she didn't avoid it.

"Aqie, let's go to North City and see a doctor."

The room was silent for a while. Jiang Qie scratched her hands lightly and subconsciously wanted to refuse. However, Song Zhiyu seemed to have predicted what she was going to say next and said directly: "Aqie, don't refuse yet."

Song Zhiyu sighed. He still felt sorry for the girl, but he was firm in his stance on this matter.

"Doctor Wang has already told me about your illness. Ah Qie, I hope you stay healthy, that's all."

"Aqie, I feel so sad." Song Zhiyu said in a hoarse voice, his tone full of pity, which was clearly heard by Jiang Qie's ears. His body did not move.

Jiang Qi knew that what Song Zhiyu said was undoubtedly the best way, to go to Beicheng for systematic treatment. But she didn't want to, didn't dare to, and couldn't. Treatment would take a lot of time, but she had to participate in the Chinese painting competition and the Mathematical Olympiad in half a year. The biggest regret in her previous life was that she didn't get into Beicheng University, so she couldn't give up in this life, and she wanted to make these people pay back for everything that Lin Hongkun's family had done to her, so she didn't have time.

The time she was locked up in a mental hospital in her previous life caused her to have a stress response to hospitals and even the medical staff. Even if she could live it all over again, she would still uncontrollably feel disgusted when she saw the hospital and the ward.