actor, he refuses to remarry

As soon as Fang Zhi got into the car, he closed his eyes.

He was very tired, but his mind was very messy. Too many things and pictures filled his brain, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

It was throbbing and uncomfortable, as if someone was using a sharp and small knife to cut open his brain one by one.

Fang Zhi was thinking about that recording.

He doesn't believe in Peng Chi, he is a complete lunatic, even if he persuades Brother Yan to withdraw from Xie Han's world, there is no guarantee that Peng Chi will lose his nerve and release the recording one day.

He didn't care about himself anymore, it didn't matter if he was ruined, he had to protect Brother Yan's bright future.

Fang Zhi was distracted, and when he was pushed awake by Yang Jie, the car had already arrived at the gate of the hospital.

He pinched the space between his brows impatiently, "I'm just under a lot of pressure, do you need to make such a fuss? Let me tell you, if I get out of the car and get photographed, and it makes headlines the next day, go and report to the group in the studio The old man explained."

Yang Jie hurriedly handed over the mask and sunglasses, and coaxed the ancestor with a good voice; "Brother Zhi, you're here, let's take a look, it won't waste much time, don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Fang Zhi put on the mask with a cold face, thinking that Yang Jie was really full and had nothing to do, so he will arrange work for him in a few days, so as not to think about it all day long.

Yang Jie contacted Dr. Lu who treated Ji Yanzhi last time.

Mr. Ji has been treated by him for several months, and his condition has been greatly relieved. Yang Jie believes in him quite a lot.

Because he had made an appointment in advance on the way before coming, Yang Jie led Fang Zhi directly into the treatment room when he arrived.

Dr. Lu didn't seem surprised to see Fang Zhi. He poured Fang Zhi a glass of water, "Mr. Fang, long time no see."

Fang Zhi nodded lightly, as a greeting, and sat down on the chair.

Dr. Lu took out a form from the drawer, "Mr. Fang, please fill in the basic information first."

Fang Zhi took the pen and filled in his name in the name column.

He suddenly froze for a moment, as if remembering something, raised his head and frowned: "Doctor, I love him..."

Doctor Lu smiled: "Ah, you mean Mr. Ji?"

"Correct."

Dr. Lu chuckled, "Mr. Ji was busy with work a while ago, so he came to my place much less frequently, but we communicate by fixed phone every week. From my observation, Mr. Ji is recovering very well. Maybe you don’t need psychological counseling anymore.”

Fang Zhi's deep eyes were shining brightly, and he smiled: "Then I can rest assured."

He felt like he had a dream. He had only been here not long ago. At that time, as a bystander, he watched Ji Yanzhi's pale face and nervous expression from one examination room to another. Thinking of today, it was actually my turn.

When the result of the examination came out and he was fine, he pressed Yang Jie to the ground and beat him up, then sent him directly to the brain department to have a look at his brain.

While waiting for the test results, Fang Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, ran to the safe passage, and smoked a couple of cigarettes.

When he came back again, he saw Yang Jie looking for him in a hurry.

"Brother Zhi, the test results are out."

Fang Zhi frowned: "What are you in a hurry for? It's not you."

Yang Jie: "Ancestor, if I were myself, I wouldn't be in a hurry."

If Fang Zhi really had something wrong, how could he explain it to Fang Zhi's fans?

Fang Zhi rolled his eyes at him, and entered the consulting room coldly.

"Mr. Fang, have you recently experienced loss of appetite, insomnia, restlessness, or prolonged depression?"

Fang Zhi sneered, "Don't give up such psychological hints, just speak up if you have something to say."

Dr. Lu sighed silently, if this Fangzhi great actor had half of Mr. Ji's cooperation and obedience, he wouldn't be in what he is today.

Doctor Lu stood up and handed the report to Fang Zhi.

"Test results show that you have very severe anxiety and major depression."

Fang Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Yang Jie was the first to call out, "Impossible?!"

He stretched out his hand and snatched the checklist, and read it several times over and over again. On the black and white paper, the clear words "anxiety disorder" and "severe depression" were extremely eye-catching!

Yang Jie couldn't believe it: "Doctor Lu, this..."

Dr. Lu: "Our hospital is the most advanced mental hospital in the city, and patients with depression and anxiety are also very common. Mr. Fang's various inspection indicators are all compound, and the inspection results should not be wrong."

Yang Jie's heart suddenly tightened.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at Fang Zhi who was sitting on the chair with a pale complexion and a peaceful expression, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Depression.

It would be depression.

With a lump in his throat, he called softly, "Brother Zhi..."

Fang Zhi frowned, raised his hand to hold the report in his hand, looked at it carefully, then chuckled lightly, and raised his head, "Doctor, I think I'm in good condition, it's not that serious, isn't it a while ago?" When I was acting, I was too deep into the drama, and I haven't recovered yet, so I'll be fine after a while of rest?"

Dr. Lu pondered: "I can't rule out the possibility."

Fang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed: "How to cure it."

Dr. Lu: "Take your medicine first. If you are free, you can come to my place more often. If you are not free, you can call me."

He went back to the table to prescribe the medicine.

"Press this to go to the pharmacy on the first floor to get the medicine."

Fang Zhi nodded and handed it to Yang Jie.

Doctor Lu called Fang Zhi to stop: "Mr. Fang, your depression is very serious, please take your medicine on time and have regular check-ups in the hospital."

"understood."

Fang Zhi seemed a little impatient, opened the door and walked out.

Yang Jie came back after taking the medicine, only to find that Fang Zhi was smoking in the car again.

He was very worried, "Brother Zhi, please smoke less."

Fang Zhi looked at his hesitant expression, and burst into a "puchi" laugh.

"What the hell is that expression on your face? It makes me look like I'm going to die soon after I get cancer." Fang Zhi dusted off the cigarette ash: "If you're sick, just take medicine. It's no big deal."

Yang Jie's eyes turned red.

As Fang Zhi's assistant, he has been with Fang Zhi almost day and night in the past few years. He knows what kind of temper Fang Zhi is. The young master who would never allow himself to suffer grievances, now has too much unspeakable suffering in his heart, he has no place to vent his pain, and he doesn't know who to tell his heart, because of that person, he can't get angry, and he can't show it. A little impatient.

He was afraid that if he didn't perform well enough and was not mature enough, he would be rejected by that person. He didn't dare to stop even if he took a breath, and he was afraid that he would be thrown away by that person.

Yang Jie admitted that Brother Zhi had done many, many mistakes in the past and made unforgivable mistakes, but seeing that Brother Zhi is now suffering from depression, he still... feels distressed.

He clenched the medicine bag tightly in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Zhi, why don't you move out from Mr. Ji's side, and stay alone for a while to recuperate."

He couldn't stand Ji Yanzhi's lukewarm, three-sentence attitude, let alone Brother Zhi.

Fang Zhi was stunned, smiled and shook his head: "Why? You think I'm sick because of Brother Yan?"

Yang Jie asked back; "Isn't it?"

Fang Zhi: "Fuck, of course not, didn't you hear what Dr. Lu said? I'm filming, filming, I'm too involved in the film, do you know?"

He took out the cigarette case irritably, and took another cigarette, "Speaking of which, it's your fault, it's okay to take on some perverted role for me. For more than a month, I have fantasized that I am a murderer. Can I not be depressed? ?”

Yang Jie's lips trembled, and his eyes turned redder.

Fang Zhi sighed: "It's really all right, I don't want to see a doctor yet? Just go back and take the medicine. If Brother Yan can get well, so can I."

Yang Jie suppressed his eyes and nodded with a sob, "Yeah, Brother Zhi, you will definitely get better."

Fang Zhi frowned: "Get in the car, hurry back."

"it is good."

Yang Jie sat in the driver's seat, his hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

Fang Zhi: "By the way, don't tell anyone about this, especially him."

Yang Jie choked up: "I think you should let him know."

Although Yang Jie had no acquaintances before, he suffered from depression, but every year he saw a lot of news about jumping off a building and throwing himself into a lake because of depression.

With Mr. Ji's attitude towards his brother Zhi, he might have provoked Fang Zhi to commit suicide that day.

Fang Zhi blew out the smoke ring: "No need for now, I am very clear about my physical condition, how could I die before chasing him back, I feel that brother Yan's attitude towards me has changed a lot recently Be patient...I want to try harder."

Yang Jie sighed helplessly in his heart, "Then let me pick up a lighter comedy for you? I happen to have a few good books in hand, and there are not many scenes, so it's easy."

Fang Zhi was silent for a while, he turned on the camera of his mobile phone, took a copy of his inspection report, mosaiced his name and age, and then logged into his trumpet——

[Your dog waiting for you to come home: On day 2821, unlock the achievement of depression, awesome. 】

Fang Zhi lowered his head and poked his phone, and said calmly, "I won't answer it, Yang Jie, help me find a more reliable public relations team."

Yang Jie was instantly nervous: "Brother Zhi, what are you doing?"

Fang Zhi posted Weibo, closed his eyes, and felt a little tired between his brows——

"Do something big. Also, stop by the jewelry store in front."

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Zhi returned to the apartment.

He was about to open the door when he realized that the apartment door was ajar.

Fang Zhi frowned.

Brother Yan is at home?

As if confirming his guess, he heard a few people talking from the living room.

"Brother Yan, are you and that Fang Zhi really going to get back together?" A strange voice said.

Then came Zhan Juzhou's voice, "Brother Yan, don't gossip about your private affairs."

"Why is this gossip? How can I be considered half of Brother Yan's natal family? I am worried that Brother Yan will be unkind, so how can it be considered gossip if you care about his life?" The man acted coquettishly: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan! Do you really want to make up with Fang Zhi? I heard that Fang Zhi treats you well now!"

Fang Zhi couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the doorknob.

His eyes were red, he held his breath, and listened to Ji Yanzhi's answer——