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This expert is Li Kanghe, the Dean of the Psychology Department of University A, and a senior expert at the Affiliated Hospital of University A. He has seen Song Ling's case before.

After reading it, there was only one thought: this person is probably incurable.

Just looking at what happened to him is enough to make a normal person depressed, let alone experiencing it personally.

Moreover, these cases are not self-reported by the patients, but collected by Guan Minglang from various sources, making insinuations, which shows how resistant the patients are to doctors and treatment.

He, Li Kanghe, didn't want to come. After all, he is 65 years old and has been employed for 5 years after retirement. Now the hospital has finally let him go home for the elderly. He wants to live a quiet life for a few days.

But Guan Minglang said that he came when this person was Song Jinyi's stepbrother.

Song Jinyi is also a person with a very high IQ. He was admitted to university before he was an adult. He originally studied economics, but he is very interested in psychology, so he often comes to his classes.

At first, Li Kanghe didn't have any impression of this thin student, until one day, he saw Song Jinyi kicked the school cat litter, tied up the cat mother, and abused the little milk cat in front of him, so he paid special attention to this student.

Li Kanghe passed many experiments and side-by-side tests, and finally figured out the origin of Song Jinyi. He was born in a wealthy family but was plagued by illnesses and anti-social personality disorder.

Song Jinyi was underage at the time, and he had notified his guardian, but unexpectedly, he was reprimanded by the words "take care of yourself".

A few years later, Song Jinyi transformed into the chairman of Baomu Group.

There have been a lot of negative news about Baomu Group recently, such as the poisoned seafood incident, fraudulent account books and tax evasion. Although some people have been severely punished by the law, Li Kanghe firmly believes that all of these must be done by Song Jinyi himself.

And this poor child, Song Ling, is also one of their 'works'.

Li Kanghe is good at treating dead horses as live horse doctors. He doesn't care about fame and fortune at a lot of age, so he came here with confidence.

Li Kanghe smiled and said, "Young man..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Ling interrupted him.

Song Ling leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, raised his chin, and looked indifferently: "How much do you charge for an hour of consultation?"

Li Kanghe answered honestly: "Five thousand."

Song Ling: "You shut up for an hour, and I'll give you [-]."

Li Kanghe smiled, and said lightly, "Then I'll make money, but you, I'm sorry for that little brother outside."

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing.

The next contact was much better than Li Kanghe imagined. Although he resisted and put on a bad face the whole time, he also cooperated seriously.

Song Ling was receiving treatment, while Zhou Qingluo and Guan Minglang were waiting in the office.

Whether it was out of academic or humanitarian concerns, Guan Minglang was very anxious, wishing that Teacher Li would come out immediately and tell him something.

He paced back and forth anxiously, very much like a father waiting anxiously outside the delivery room.

On the other hand, Zhou Qingluo sat idle and swiped his phone, like a scumbag whose wife was still playing games outside the delivery room.

Guan Minglang felt something was wrong, so he stopped and sat down.

In fact, Zhou Qingluo was conceiving the outline of a new comic. After all, he had just checked the fees of this psychologist on the Internet.

There are a lot of titles, and each title has the word "advanced" in its prefix.

5000 yuan an hour.

And if his account is rich, he may not be able to get an appointment.

Guan Minglang was kind enough to help find such a good doctor.

But it is a little expensive.

As for a seriously ill patient like Song Ling, he can't be cured for a year or so, maybe he can't be cured for a year or a half, it will take three to five years.

You have to do well in class.

He couldn't lend a loan to Song Ling for medical treatment.

Therefore, it is important to seize the time to paint. The copyright of "Broken Cocoon" does not wait for Zhou Ying to come to know the truth, and it will be sold if the price is right, seven to eighty thousand.

It is really not to get sick.

The pace of making money cannot stop.

Seeing that he was not in a hurry at all, Guan Minglang became even more anxious.

Thinking that Zhou Qingluo was so indifferent, the two of them couldn't have some kind of plastic relationship, right?

Song Ling lied to him that he was a poor ghost. Song Ling was seeing a doctor. When he persuaded Song Ling just now, he was very affectionate, but now he is not in a hurry.

just leave.

But looking at Song Ling's dog-legged appearance, it doesn't look like a plastic relationship.

Just as Guan Minglang wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his heart sank again.

Could it be that Zhou Qingluo's feelings for Song Ling are made of plastic?

The patient was most afraid of being stimulated when he was undergoing treatment. If Song Ling fell out of love during the period, it would be over.

Guan Minglang watched Zhou Qingluo staring at the phone intently, and chatted sideways: "You two were pretty sweet just now."

Zhou Qingluo paused with his fingertips, and then felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, he seldom takes the initiative. Regarding the relationship between the two of them, he is more reserved and reserved, and he is unwilling to talk about it with outsiders.

It was just a special event.

Zhou Qingluo laughed awkwardly, "Haha, no, I just want to persuade him to see a doctor as soon as possible, so don't waste time."

After Zhou Qingluo finished talking, he immediately lowered his head and went to work.

Guan Minglang: "Song Ling's treatment process must not go wrong. If he is stimulated again, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but it will even be worse than it is now."

Zhou Qingluo finally moved his eyes away from the phone screen, a trace of worry appeared on his face, "What do you mean?"

Guan Minglang didn't keep his eyes open anymore, with a serious face: "I told you before that I don't want you to fall in love now. This is also the reason. If there is any change in the relationship between the two of you during the treatment, Song Ling Treatment is very unfavorable, and it will even be a devastating blow, after all, no one can tell how long his treatment process will last, and there are too many variables in life, not afraid of [-], just in case."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "No."

"After all, Song Ling's situation is special, and you know it."

"Since I choose to be with him, I have thought about all these."

"I also care about chaos, don't worry about it."

But Guan Minglang's words reminded Zhou Qingluo.

He wasn't worried about any changes in the relationship between him and Song Ling, but he was a little worried about the Song family and Jiang Shiyan.

Jiang Shiyan had a good time abroad, why did he come back.

It would be fine if Jiang Shiyan came back simply to destroy the relationship between them, he is not worried, in case he finds out about Song Ling's ulterior secrets, such as where Song Ling's virus program that can break through any firewall exists, Song Ling has hacked many websites, once he reveals it, Song Ling will be locked up.

There is also the Song family. Although Song Zhaoguang has entered, there is still Song Jinyi.

Song Jinyi understands all of Song Ling's weaknesses, what if he takes Song Ling back?

The neighbors of the Red Star Brick Factory consulted lawyers last time. Although the evidence they had could allow Song Zhaoguang to be sentenced for a few more years, it was still far from enough to deal with the Song family.

Although the reputation of Baomu Group is declining, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and there is still no legal evidence to accuse it of crimes.

Perhaps Song Ling could obtain a lot of information by attacking the network, but these things were illegal and could not be used as evidence, and Song Ling's identity and status in the Song family made it impossible to obtain any legal evidence.

However, Song Jinyi is cunning and cunning, and there are waves of negative public opinion on the Internet. He remains unchanged and continues to do his business, engage in his investment, and show off his charity.

Zhou Qingluo also found a piece of news about Song Jinyi just now.

Song Jinyi donated 3000 million to the Autistic Children's Foundation, and just forwarded a proposal against violence against children on Weibo.

It's ironic.

Zhou Qingluo put away his phone, and said sarcastically, "Song Jinyi donated to the Autistic Children's Foundation again. When he forced ten-year-old Song Ling to get a tattoo, why didn't he show kindness now?"

Guan Minglang was a little startled, "What did you say?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Song Jinyi donated to the Autistic Children's Foundation again?"

Guan Minglang: "I'm talking about tattoos, isn't it tattooed by Jiang Shiyan?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Of course not, the one with the tattoo is his mother, and his mother's name is Yan Sheng."

Guan Minglang added: "I don't mean anything else. Song Ling never mentioned this tattoo. He had a good relationship with Jiang Shiyan before, so I thought..."

Guan Minglang was worried that Zhou Qingluo would be angry, so he didn't continue, but Zhou Qingluo said calmly, "I thought so before, you are not alone."

Guan Minglang: "..."

Guan Minglang: "What I want to express is that I don't know the meaning of this tattoo, please tell me about it."

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "When he was ten years old, Song Jinyi forced him to get the tattoos. The tattoos were his mother's name and his mother's favorite flower. The purpose should be to stimulate Song Zhaoguang to use violence against Song Ling. "

Guan Minglang: "No wonder."

No wonder the teacher secretly told him that Song Jinyi has serious antisocial personality disorder.

After all, Song Jinyi was still his junior. He was an economics major, but he was interested in psychology. He often went to their college to take classes.

Song Jinyi's ideas and thinking are so unique that the teacher even gave him a special test, and the result surprised the teacher.

Guan Minglang sighed quietly.

Zhou Qingluo: "Doctor Guan, why are you sighing?"

Guan Minglang: "Huh? No?"

Zhou Qingluo explained seriously: "I just asked you if Song Ling could be cured within two years, and you sighed."

Guan Minglang: "Oh, I'm just tired, don't worry about it."

Zhou Qingluo: "...."

"The treatment time is uncertain, it depends on him."

"..." That would cost more money.

Guan Minglang smiled and asked, "I'm curious, what do you like about Song Ling?"

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while, not really wanting to answer his question.

But he also seems to need to let others know that Song Ling is not that bad.

He deserves a lot of love.

"I like him walking all the way. Even if no one reaches out to him, he still does not give up hope. I like him. Once someone reaches out to him, he will spare no effort to move forward. I like him. My heart and eyes are full of sincerity, no matter what. Any of us who have experienced what he has, will break down sooner than him, he is actually very good."

The dean said that he is the smartest and most sensible child in the orphanage. He should shine in his own field and make great contributions to the society.

Instead of being so miserable, like Yan Sheng, it could have been very good.

Guan Minglang admires Zhou Qingluo more and more. He is firm and kind, looks gentle and gentle, but brave and powerful.

As a single dog, Guan Minglang was shown his face unexpectedly, and he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

So he changed the subject not very cleverly, and said with emotion: "So that's the origin of his tattoo."

Guan Minglang once thought that he was the man who knew Song Ling best in the world, but he didn't expect that there was still a blind spot in his knowledge.

"I thought he would be so in love, and actually tattooed his boyfriend's name on such a terrible place. If we broke up one day, wouldn't it be embarrassing, and he would have to wash it off with snot, tears, and blood Tattoo, regret it..."

Before Guan Minglang finished speaking, he was interrupted by an indifferent voice, "Guan Minglang."

With this gloomy tone, Guan Minglang was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.

He turned his head and saw Song Ling standing at the door with a serious face.

Guan Minglang felt that he was one step further away from the position of dean, and one step closer to the dog leash.

Guan Minglang quickly stood up, walked out quickly, and took Li Kanghe's arm, "Teacher, the students have been troubled by a problem for a long time, and it's time for you to help me answer it. Let's go, I invite you to dinner."

Song Ling: "Wait a minute."

Guan Minglang: "I dare not wait."

He took two steps, then turned his head, full of hints, "Don't do anything excessive in my office, I installed surveillance, close the door for me when I leave."

Li Kanghe looked at Guan Minglang with the expression of a subway old man looking at his mobile phone, "You young people."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

As soon as Guan Minglang left, Song Ling immediately closed the door, sat down on the sofa, next to Zhou Qingluo, hugged him into his arms, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qingluo patted him on the back: "What's wrong?"

Song Ling said wearily: "I was a little tired after being tortured by this fortune teller for an hour. The hourly salary is actually [-]. Who else dares to offer such an expensive hourly salary besides me?"

Song Ling seemed to be really tired, and his speech was slurred, and he couldn't hear clearly what he said after the hourly salary was [-].

But Zhou Qingluo found it funny when he called the psychiatrist that way. Maybe the psychiatrist guessed too many of his thoughts correctly, so he called it a fortune teller.

He doesn't know much about the process of psychotherapy, but judging from the film and television creation, it seems that the patient will return to the scene at that time, and then persuade him to try to come out by himself. After a round of treatment, the patient will be exhausted and sweat profusely. Pale and weak as if he had to drink a whole pot of old hen soup to recover.

It's about the same as Song Ling now.

But after being weak for a few times, the patient was cured. Zhou Qingluo hoped that Song Ling would do the same.

Zhou Qingluo coaxed in a low voice: "A Ling has worked hard, keep going."

Song Ling is a typical person who takes softness, as long as he accepts softness and smoothes his hair, he will be more obedient.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo, I'll be fine, right?"

"Of course, take care of your illness and don't worry about money."

Zhou Qingluo was resting on his shoulder, right in front of his tattoo, Song Ling's skin seemed to be prone to scars, and the little strawberry he planted on his tattoo last time could still be vaguely seen.

He reached out and touched the little strawberry as if playing a prank.

Song Ling paused, then sat up suddenly, dragged Zhou Qingluo out, and went straight to the aesthetics department.

Zhou Qingluo: "Wait, who wants plastic surgery?"

"I."

Zhou Qingluo was a little overwhelmed, and wondered, could there be any side effects of psychotherapy that would make patients doubt their own appearance?

Seeing that Song Ling's face was not very good, Zhou Qingluo didn't dare to provoke him.

"You are so perfect, why are you not satisfied with yourself?"

Seeing Dean Guan's friend and hospital investor coming, the director of the Department of Medical Aesthetics came out with a smile, just in time to hear Zhou Qingluo's words.

This is a young doctor who is new to which department. He has good eyesight. This flattery is loud.

Director of Medical Beauty: "Mr. Song is here."

Song Ling: "I want to get my tattoo removed, please arrange it."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Why does Song Ling look like a domineering president?

The doctor looked at his totem, and the tattoo is probably quite deep in this place, "This needs to be checked first, you should do it first."

Zhou Qingluo was a little puzzled: "Is this the prescription that Professor Li gave you just now? Start over with tattoo removal or something?"

Song Ling was speechless: "It's Guan Minglang's nonsense that made me very angry."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo understood that Song Ling had heard what Guan Minglang said just now, and it was not some kind of psychological treatment.

But Song Ling's straightforward approach made him feel a little funny.

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile: "What are you washing him for? Not only does it hurt, but it also leaves scars, which can be used for self-defense."

Song Ling remained silent and insisted on washing.

Zhou Qingluo: "If the doctor's technique is not good and accidentally punctures the aorta in the neck, it is said that if the aorta is ruptured, blood can be sprayed five meters high."

Director of the Department of Aesthetics: "..." That would have to be done with a knife.

This is the worst time for a medical beauty doctor to be hacked.

However, the skin in this area is sensitive and very thin. Looking at the totem, the tattoo should be quite deep. It will be very painful to wash, and no one can say for sure the risk.

The director of medical aesthetics is also a person with good eyesight, so he said: "Mr. Song, there is no need to wash it if the tattoo is in this place."

Zhou Qingluo: "That's right, let's go home. I'm starving to death. My dad called several times to ask when we're going back. He's going to cook."

Zhou Qingluo dragged Song Ling away from the Department of Medical Aesthetics, and when he was outside the hospital, Song Ling asked in a muffled voice, "You don't want me to wash it?"

Zhou Qingluo: "It's cool to keep, why wash it?"

Song Ling was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Everyone thinks that this tattoo is Jiang Shiyan, even myself once thought that way, I don't want to do this, it's not fair to you."

"But so what if you wash it off? Others will still say that the tattooed ex-boyfriend's name has to be washed off now."

Song Ling: "..."

"I don't even care, what do you care about?"

So Song Ling came up with a fairer method, "How about I tattoo your name on the other side?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, "At that time, people will still say, look at that person, the ex-boyfriend is on the left, and the current boyfriend is on the right. The next one can only be tattooed on the Adam's apple, and he insists on making his neck into a sign of love. monument."

"..."

Seeing Song Ling's self-closing face, Zhou Qingluo comforted him: "If your tattoo is indeed Jiang Shiyan, then wash it off. The old employees of the Red Star Brick Factory recognized you as Yan Sheng's child through this tattoo. After a hundred years, Yan Sheng can also find you through this tattoo."

"But if you really want to wash it, I won't stop you. You can think about it yourself."

Song Ling remained silent, and hugged him into his arms again.

He had accumulated 22 years of luck to meet Zhou Qingluo. He felt that God was short-sighted countless times, and it turned out that he was holding back to give him a big move.

He was also as puzzled as Guan Minglang, what exactly was Zhou Qingluo planning for him.

"Honey, you are afraid of my pain, aren't you?"

"Ah."

"It doesn't matter if you don't wash it."

"Then don't wash it."

"Then you plant a strawberry on it every day."

"?" I'm sensational, what are you thinking?

"It's okay to plant the next day."

"No, if the color fades, Yan Sheng will not be able to find you in a hundred years."

"Having you is enough."

Song Ling hugged him like this in the corridor of the medical aesthetics department. The director of the medical aesthetics department was off work, and the elevator couldn't wait, so he had to take the stairs.

I didn't expect to meet two people who were like glue, and I didn't know where to put my eyes.

Zhou Qingluo pushed Song Ling away, and Song Ling looked at him indifferently.

Just embarrassing.

Director of the Department of Medical Aesthetics: "Mr. Song, I'm busy, so I'll go first."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

As soon as the person left, Song Ling wanted to hug him again, "Let's keep busy."

Zhou Qingluo lost all face, how could he let him hug him, and went downstairs by himself.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, there is something strange."

Song Ling: "?"

Zhou Qingluo asked sincerely: "In the coffee shop before, they called you Mr. Song, and in this hospital they also called you Mr. Song, and you just said, I want to get my tattoo removed, and I arranged the tone, you don't mean it. Is he a domineering president?"